Just a Question of Love - part 40

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic
Owen gets jealous...and a little more 'informed'

Submitted: December 16, 2008

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Submitted: December 16, 2008



“Is a ‘break’ the same as a break-up?” I ask, looking at my boyfriend leaning on his locker while Ethan, the only other gay guy in school, strokes his arm and bats his eyelashes.

“I’m not exactly an expert on this whole gay thing,” Brad starts, “but I don’t think so?”

“Well Ethan seems to think so,” I mutter under my breath. I glance down at my watch. Oh God. Twenty hours - twenty torturous hours - and I’m already losing my mind.

A break to re-evaluate our relationship wasn’t exactly the best news, but at least he didn’t break up with me. That little tidbit of thought is the only thing that’s keeping me going. Especially now that I have to walk to class, alone, all the while hearing rumour after rumour.

I try not to look up as I pass by his locker, but I just can’t help myself. For a fraction of a second, our eyes meet. Before he looks away, slams his locker and walks the opposite way.


I’d just about managed to make it through the day, when I saw it. It wasn’t much, but it got under my skin. At the end of the day, just as I was about to go home, I walked into the parking lot, and there it was. Matt smiling that smile - the smile that, before today, was reserved for me. Then, as natural as can be, he reached out and pulled him into his arms. They stood, hugging, for far too long for my taste. Ethan’s tall - 6’4’’ at least - so Matt had to stand on tiptoes, clearly putting some of his weight on Ethan. He must have loved that.

Then, as they parted, Ethan kissed him. Actually kissed him. On the cheek, but still, I could feel anger boil up inside me, my fists clench involuntarily. I could have gone over there, talked to Matt, beat the crap out of Ethan for scamming on my boyfriend. But I didn’t. Just like I planned, I got in the car and drove - far away.


Sitting in a part of town I’ve never been before, I try to rationalize my decision. I know I have to go in, but I just hope to hell my “disguise” actually conceals who I am. God, I can’t believe I’m here. I take a deep breath, get out of the car and sprint into the store I’ve been parked in front of for the past 15 minutes.

“Well hello there. I was wonderin’ when you’d be comin’ in,” the clerk says. I just nod my head and scurry down an aisle, avoiding eye contact. I know what I’m looking for. I quickly find it, averting my eyes from the more questionable material, and head towards the counter. Now comes the hard part.

I try not to look at the clerk as I set the book on the table, but it’s hard not to. She - he? - has a huge blue afro wig on, not to mention a sparkling gold gown and pounds of make up caking her - his? - face. I pull the hoodie over my head a little more, and look back down to my toes.

“Nervous, dear?” she croons in a Southern accent.

“What? No. Just, the book please.” I practically beg.

“So, you a virgin?”

“Excuse me?” I ask, incredulous, finally looking up into the cashier’s face. Two rows of straight white teeth smile at me from behind ruby red lips. Brown eyes covered in too much lavender shadow bore into mine.

“Yeah, thought not,” she concedes, “You’re way too hot a dish. So,” she leans forward on the counter, “you trying to make it up to your man, huh?”


“That would be a ‘yes’, huh?” She laughs. “Well, let me give you a piece of advice, kid.” Like I have a choice. “Any guy willing to let you go ain’t worth the trouble of trying to get back,” she says as she hands me my bag.

“Yes he is,” I quickly reply, fishing out my money.

She nods, taking the money and counting my change. She puts it in my hand, then holds it for a second, smiling. It’s comforting more than anything else. “In that case,” she says letting go and leaning back, “try chapter 8 first.” She winks.

“Um thanks,” I say on my way out the door. Fairy godfather.

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