Homos Banging on My Door

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Homos Banging on My Door

Short Story by: KatiaHope

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Submitted: August 20, 2012

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“Anyway, she just arrived back one day and BAMB! My world fell apart again. I never expected her to show up on my front door step after five years, her bag slung carelessly over her shoulder and that big smile on her face. ‘Hey you!’ she’d said it so casually, as if nothing had happened between us. Who does that? Who tears someone’s world apart, pulls it down to the ground, then leaves you with nothing, only to come back five years later after you’ve finally pulled yourself together. Sophie, that’s who.” 
“Sophie, what are you doing here?” I had asked her. 
“Come on, is that any way to great your girlfriend into the house?” She said, walking in and dumping her bag on the couch with a thud. 
“I wasn’t aware that you still were my girlfriend.” said to her, trying to put venom into my voice. 
“Don’t be silly, Alex, of course I am.” She smiled at me, that smile that always sent a pang through my heart, and did then as well. 
“But… But, Sophie. You left.” I stuttered out. She slowly turned to look at me. 
“Well I’m back now, aren’t I?” she smiled again, and again I tried to ignore the pang. 
“But I…” 
“How about I make some coffee?” she cut me off, and I looked down at my feet. 
“I don’t like coffee.” I muttered. 
“You’re still being like that, Alex? Come on, dude, grow up. The rest of the world is waiting for you. They have coffee and sex and…” 
“Homosexuality?” 
“Yes, that’s it!” 
“Well I’ve had my fair share of homosexuality and… sex.” I said the last word with a blush. 
I proceeded to stare down at my feet some more, she laughs. 
“You don’t need to tell me that. So, how have your relationships been since I left?” 
“…None to speak of…” I told my feet. 
“Well, that’s about to change.” And she pushed me onto the couch. 
 
“Okay, okay. I get the picture, Alex, no need to elaborate.” Both Alice and I blush, and I look down at my feet again, a habit I really need to break. I try giggling awkwardly, and she rolls her eyes.  


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