It was 9:30 AM on a warm summer day and the thought of getting up made Bill want to puke. Who gives a damn about the sun, the birds, or the trees when he knows that Mike has fucked Stanley. He had found out last night when they had a usual sleepover at Ben's.
"So, how long have you guys been dating?" Beverley asked hands interlocked with Ben's as they sit facing Mike
"We haven't" Mike and Stanley said in unison
"We don't date, we just fucked around a couple times."
Stanley said clearly blushing.
Bill didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or cry. He had dreams of mike making him scream but now those images had been tainted. Stanley had stolen his dream from him, that bitch. Now don't get Bill wrong he loves Stanley but that doesn't mean he can't secretly hate him for having Mike.
Bill finally decided to get up throwing on a white hoodie and ripped jeans. As he made his way out of the house his thoughts kept going back to Mike. As his mom said bye he found himself responding with.
Fuck, at his point he couldn't even think of the male without stuttering. This was gonna be a long summer.