"Hardy-har-har," Toby laughed
sarcastically as Ryan and I walked into the kitchen on Sunday morning.
Toby was sitting by himself at the table, reading the Sunday comics and
drinking a cup of coffee.
"So where's loverboy?" Ryan asked, smirking.
"Thanks to you, asswipe, he probably won't be coming around for a
while," Toby replied, obviously extremely irritated with his brother.
I suddenly started to feel bad. I did think that Toby deserved to be
embarrassed, but not Mikey. He hadn't teased Ryan and me at all. As I
looked over at Ryan, I saw a guilty look on his face. After all, Mikey
was his best friend.
"I ... I'm sorry, bro," Ryan said.
"Maybe you should tell that to your so-called best friend," Toby shot
back at him. "He left in the middle of the night, right after you did
that. He was too embarrassed to stick around and have to see mom in the
OUCH! This was turning into a
major fuck-up. I hadn't exactly done the deed, but I sure thought it
was hilarious at the time, and I didn't try to stop Ryan from doing it
either. On the other hand, Toby had done the same thing to Ryan and me,
but then he'd gotten into trouble for it, and we hadn't been doing
at the time. Not that I hadn't been embarrassed, but still ... and this
time, Toby got blamed for it, too. I guess that just went to show that
two wrongs really don't make a right.
"So is there something going on between you and Mikey again?" Ryan
"What do you mean again?"
retorted, eyeing Ryan suspiciously.
"I knew you guys were fooling around a couple years ago," Ryan said,
looking quite uncomfortable. I felt uncomfortable, too. I felt bad for
Ryan, Toby, and especially Mikey ... someone whom I had hated for no
good reason when I first met him, and who even tried to help me when
Ryan wasn't speaking to me.
"How did you know?" Toby asked.
"Ummm ... well ... Mikey's not exactly very ... uhhh ... quiet," Ryan
Toby grinned slyly. "Yeah, he does make a lot of noise when he's
getting fucked. That boy is a total bottom."
"So are you two together now or something?" I jumped in.
Toby looked over at me, the brief smile suddenly gone from his face. "I
don't think so. We hadn't done anything for a couple of years, and
then last week when he came over we were both just kinda hard up, I
guess. But this weekend ... I dunno ... maybe I was starting to feel
something else. But it's too late now anyway."
"For what it's worth, Toby, I'm really sorry," I said, hoping that he'd
notice the sincerity in my eyes. I really did care about Toby, maybe
just as much as I did about Ryan. Just in a different way.
He gave me a weak smile. "Thanks, Connor. It's okay. I'm probably too
young to have a boyfriend anyway."
With that, Toby got up and walked out of the room. Ryan and I both
looked at each other, looks of guilt plastered all over our faces.