Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 13
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2023 Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Thirteen – I've
Been Friendzoned And I'm Okay With
It
Could he lay like that
and daydream about Rusty helping him out of his pesky virginity? No matter how
many times he turned and turned the idea on all sides, his brain reached only
one conclusion: he so, so wanted to that to happen. Seeing how his brain was
the most rational part of him, there was no need to ask either his heart or his
dick.
"I'm so fucked," Matty
groaned and grabbed a pillow to smack himself in the face with.
Since it was game week,
he didn't expect to have any kind of interaction with Rusty, and had only seen
him from afar for the last couple of days. Granted, each time Rusty had waved
at him like a madman and shouted his greetings, but they had stayed clear of
each other, otherwise.
How did that saying go,
that distance made the heart grow fonder? Fonder was a mild, unassuming term.
In Matty's case, it was absolutely raging wild.
The phone ringing pulled
him out of his daytime dreaming.
"Rusty?" Matty asked
tentatively.
"No, I'm some dude who
stole the phone from Rusty, and now I'm holding it for ransom," Rusty announced
in a cavernous voice.
"Isn't it game week?"
"What's with the tone?
Outside of tutoring, you're my pal."
"I didn't mean to sound
like I was reproaching you or anything."
"No need to get
defensive, Matty boy. I'm only pulling your leg, is all."
"Are you sure there's
nothing else you'd rather pull?" Matty retorted, happy to hear Rusty, and only
now realizing that it was better to remind himself that he had actually been
dreaming of the guy until only moments ago.
"Your nose," Rusty said
matter-of-factly. "It's kind of small."
"Is it weird?"
"Nah. It's cute."
"Thanks, then. Why did
you call me?" Matty decided to steer the conversation away from stuff that
would only give him more dreams than he could handle.
"What, unhappy to hear
me?" Rusty drawled.
"It's game week," Matty
pointed out again. "I thought you needed all of your head in the game or
something."
"Hmm, it sounds to me
like you want to get rid of me. Are you trying to study?"
"I finished studying for
the day."
"Good boy," Rusty
whispered, making it dirtier than the mere words would imply.
Matty groaned. "Am I at
the receiving end of some crazy experiment?"
"No. I'm just bored. Give
me an idea of what to do."
"Play with your dick."
"Already done it twice
today."
"Hmm. And I thought,"
Matty cleared his throat, "that the Mighty Thor would keep you plenty
entertained."
"Yeah, but you spoiled me
for my own handjobs. It's a lot more fun when there's
someone else in the room."
"Watching?" Matty asked,
hoping that his attempts to catch the ball weren't half-bad.
"I'm all for action,
baby," Rusty drawled.
"Eww,
don't call me `baby'. I bet that's what you call all the girls."
"True, true," Rusty
admitted. "You're a dude. But you don't get to tell me what I want to call you.
I know. I'll call you `baby dude'."
"Baby dude." Matty took a
moment to collect himself. "I haven't heard a stupider thing in my entire
life."
"That's an
accomplishment. I'll write it down."
"Why? Do you think you'll
forget a stupid term like that?"
"It's not the name I'll
write. I'm making a small collection. It's called Matthew Han – all the times
his cage got rattled by something I said."
"That's a pretty long
title. Why would you even create such a thing?"
"Because."
Clearly, Rusty didn't
want to share the reason why he was collecting memories of their interactions.
Matty didn't insist. For many, Rusty appeared easygoing and fun, but he could
be stubborn as a mule. Matty had learned that the
hard way during their tutoring sessions.
"How's practice going?"
Any reason he could think up to keep Rusty on the phone for as long as he could
manage was good enough.
"It's going." There was
something clipped and strange in that statement.
"Anything wrong?"
"Why would there be?"
"Because you sound a
little pissed, and that's a side of you I haven't seen much."
"I'm never pissed. I'm
all sunshine and rainbows."
"Try as you might, you
cannot fool me. Are you forgetting that I'm your tutor?" There wasn't a card he
wouldn't play to get something more out of Rusty, something real.
"That you are. By the
way, how did you manage to land the job? I can't remember."
"I hit you with a ruler
and dragged my balls all over your Tinder profile. Does that ring a bell?"
Matty rested one hand on his lower belly and played with the string of his
sweatpants.
"Ah, right. You were a
kinky bastard. In a preppy way. By the way, have you been touching yourself
lately while thinking of that blowjob you gave me?"
"Just when I thought we
were having a decent conversation."
"You just mentioned your
dick."
"I mentioned my balls."
"Details."
Matty would
bet Rusty was sporting his signature smirk as they spoke. It made him feel warm
and a bit dizzy that the king of Sunny Hill was on the phone with him of all
people at that very moment. It also made him think that they were at least
friends.
"How about you read to me
from that book until I fall asleep?" Rusty suggested.
"Isn't it a bit early for
you to be going to bed?" Matty asked. Even for him, who wasn't partying every
single day until late at night as Rusty's reputation went, it wasn't the time
for that yet.
"Maddie and Johnny boy
are pestering me to get to sleep earlier. To show them, I shut myself in my
room before dinner. Yeah, that'll teach them," Rusty explained with
satisfaction.
"Maddie and Johnny?"
Matty knew who those had to be, but he liked to hear the smallest things about
Rusty straight from the horse's mouth.
"They're my parents. At
least, they behave like they are. I think I ought to show them that I'm
literally going through my rebellious phase right now."
"Does Maddox like being
called Maddie?"
"Nope. He gives me all
these looks, you know, like killer vibes, but he got used to it. As for
Hamilton, he's like the mom; he just goes with everything and forgives me
everything."
"That sounds kind of
nice."
"Not always. They try to
baby me on occasion. Is that why you're envious? Because no one is babying
you?"
"I didn't say anything
like that."
"I can baby you." Rusty paused
for effect. "Baby dude."
Matty groaned. "Cut it
out with that stupid... whatever it is."
"Come on, tell me a story
so that I can fall asleep."
"You're really bent on
it. Fine. But you'll cry that you're bored in less than five minutes, I bet."
"Nah, I don't think so.
Go ahead," Rusty egged him on.
Matty sighed for show but
opened the book. "Should I start from the beginning?"
"Yeah. I really want to
know what makes those zombies so appealing to you."
"Okay. We'll have a quiz
after, though. Just consider yourself warned."
***
Rusty lay on his back,
hands behind his head, his phone by his side. He couldn't stop smiling while
Matty's pleasant, slightly throaty voice, filled the room. It was such a nice
distraction after having to keep his mind trained on nothing but serious stuff
all day long. At first, when calling Matty, he had toyed with the idea of
suggesting phone sex, but given up eventually. The chances were that if he
started, he would have wanted more. A lot more. Maddox and Jonathan were
watching him, though, and as much as he would have liked to avoid them by going
out the window, he was aware of the risk of injury. The coach would have his
head, and his dad, well, his dad would let him know just how disappointed he
was in him. With that guy, he was always in the negative. The only thing left
for him to do was to try and stay afloat, along the zero line.
Matty really had no idea
how much this was helping. He probably thought that he was just indulging Rusty
and his crazy demands, which, in itself, was pretty awesome. It wasn't like he
wanted to go to sleep so fast, but he needed to fill the hours with anything other
than letting his thoughts gravitate toward the same thing, over and over.
And, since Maddox and
Jonathan had warned him about playing with Matty in a sexual way, he at least
had to try and keep his word. Normally, stuff like that wouldn't even be
considered a problem. Rusty didn't do attachments easily, and especially with
the people he fucked. That was why things had been so chill between him and
Maddox when it came to what girls they chased.
Now, Maddox had Jonathan,
and Rusty, well, he was free to do whatever he wanted.
But, he reminded himself,
that didn't include taking Matty's precious V-card. Ah, fuck. He was getting
horny, because he couldn't think of that, without remembering what Matty's
unpenetrated hole looked like. That was enough to make his cock spring up in
his sweatpants. Well, he had put aside the idea of phone sex, but that didn't
mean that he couldn't rub one out while thinking of the naughty stuff he had
already done with Matty, without Maddox's and Jonathan's knowing.
He would just have to be
very quiet about it. Matty would so think he was having it hard for zombies.
And he'd have a laugh, for sure.
"They had started their
attack at night," Matty read, "while I did not know what they were doing or
where they had come from, there was nothing else to do but defend the place. I
sent two of my own men with orders to follow them and see if they could learn
anything about their purpose while I remained in charge..."
Rusty hummed in approval
and began feeling the shape of the Mighty Thor through his sweatpants.
"Are you really into
this?" Matty asked.
"More than you would
think." Oops, now that had been a little slip of the tongue. And why on earth
would he keep from fooling around with Matty, since the guy was game? Now that
he knew he wasn't supposed to do that, he wanted it even more. Damn, and he
thought he only liked to jump in bed with girls. He had to add a dude to that
list, and the name of that dude was Matthew Han.
Eh, his dick liked what
he liked, and he had never been in the business of contradicting it. Rusty had great
respect for his dick.
A knock on the door
pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Sorry, Matty, someone's
at the door. Yeah, come in," Rusty said loudly.
Jonathan peeked in and
offered him a big smile, albeit a little strained. "Maddox asked me to come and
get you for dinner."
Rusty examined Jonathan
carefully and put his hands over his crotch. Oh, Jonathan must have thought he
was hard, and he was. Maybe he was just wondering why. Well, that was a good
question, and not only for Jonathan. "Okay, okay, you drive a tough bargain.
I'm coming. Sorry, Matty, the zombies will have to wait until next time."
"No problem," Matty
replied cheerfully. "Enjoy your dinner. And your friends, too."
"Do you want me to enjoy
my friends over dinner?"
Matty groaned. "Only you
would twist it like that."
"Yeah, that's me. Bye for
now, baby dude."
"Bye, tiny asshole,"
Matty replied with a huff after a short hesitation.
Rusty laughed and jumped
off the bed after ending the convo. Jonathan was staring at him, nonplussed.
"What?" he asked. He looked down at his own crotch to see if he was still
pitching.
"Why does Matty call you
that?"
"He thinks he's funny.
Spoiler alert. He's not," Rusty offered with a smirk. He hooked one arm over
Jonathan's shoulders and guided him out of the room. "What's for dinner?"
"Something you'll like,"
Jonathan said promptly. "Just before, I thought you were listening to an
audiobook, not talking to Matthew over the phone."
"He's very dutiful. He
was reading to me so that I could go to sleep."
"It didn't seem to work
that well," Jonathan said under his breath.
"I totally heard that,"
Rusty protested.
***
The noise was deafening.
Pacific Grove had brought quite the cheerleading squad with them from home, so
it was twice the fun. Rusty liked to believe that he performed best under
pressure, but not when the name of that pressure was Roy Parker. Even without
looking, he was aware of those lips set in a grim line, the permanent frown,
and whatever judgmental shit lurked under that broad forehead. Everyone who
knew them both said they looked alike, but Rusty had the satisfaction of having
grown taller than his dad. Also, he knew for a fact that he had inherited
plenty from his mom, too, and it was probably her natural beauty that had been
passed down to him and made him such a success with chicks.
As a child, he had always
felt proud when people said he looked like his father. Things had changed a
lot. His dad had just had to leave them and do whatever he wanted.
The whistle stopped him
and forced him to return the ball.
"Parker!" the coach
shouted at him. "Pay attention!"
Yeah, it was fucking hard
to play as he should while that man was there. He hustled back in defense. The
guy from Pacific Grove he had just taken the ball from pushed against him.
Rusty pushed back, making the referee blow his whistle again.
The coach ran up on the
sideline. "Parker, is this how you take charge? Should I send you back to
kindergarten for the basics?"
Yeah, he should have
fallen back, but instead had stood there, ready for the guy to crash into him.
***
"What do you think is going
on with him?" Zoey asked, as startled as the rest of the audience at what
seemed like amateurish mistakes on Rusty's part.
Matty had no idea. He had
already munched halfway through his lower lip while trying to figure out what
was wrong with Rusty. If he thought about it, during some games in the past,
Rusty had tended to make a mess out of things despite his otherwise excellent
performance overall. Back then, he had wondered about the same stuff, only now
he had a feeling that he was supposed to know.
"He's clearly
demotivated," Zoey continued to comment, sounding as disappointed as everyone
else seemed.
"He is just having a bad
day," Matty hurried to defend him.
"It's totally weird. We
should do something to motivate him," Zoey said. Along with the rest of Sunny
Hill, she began to cheer and shout Rusty's name.
However, the blond head
remained hanging in defeat, even as the crowd went wild.
"Zoey, I have to go,"
Matty said brusquely.
"What? Now? Come on,
Rusty is depending on you."
"I have no idea if that's
the truth, but I need to do something. You, just make sure to keep an eye on your
phone. I'll be as fast as I can."
"What are you planning?
Hey, Matty."
He ignored her as he
pushed his way through the people in the stands so that he could get out of
there as fast as he could. There was still plenty of time in the game left, but
that didn't mean that he could afford to waste any of it.
***
Rusty looked up at the
stands with clouded eyes. Fuck, every time, it had to happen like that. All his
muscles were locked in place from undischarged anger, and he couldn't focus,
either.
Even through the fog in his
mind, he heard the change in the noises the audience was making. People were
gesturing and pointing at the scoreboard. Rusty looked, too, while the referee
called for the game to stop, and campus security was pushing its way through
the crowd.
Rusty felt his entire
face splitting into one huge smile. There, on top of the scoreboard, sitting with
his legs hanging over, holding on for balance with his hands between his legs, was
no other than Slicky Coolplums.
He waved at him and the cat boy turned his head, his chin up, looking pretty
pissed.
The security guys were
shouting at the cat boy to get down, but it looked like they didn't dare to
escalate the thing. Slicky Coolplums
lifted himself to his feet and stared down, crossing his arms.
"Get down from there,
kid!"
Rusty hugged the ball
while watching the show. Were they going to catch him? Maybe he would have to
break out of jail, and Rusty would help him.
Another wave passed over
the audience, and now, it looked like everyone was checking their phones. From
the sidelines, Maddox called out, and Rusty hurried over to him. Maddox showed
him his phone.
My,
my, what an interesting development has landed in our lap. We just found out
the name of the stray cat boy, who has been roaming our campus at night. We're
proud to be the first to announce it to you all.
Slicky
Coolplums, as this is the name he goes by, however, has more than one cat trick
up his sleeve. Apparently, he has the hots for no one other than our king, who,
at the moment, is facing hard times on the court. We were informed that there's
a message Slicky Coolplums wants us to shout out. The message is...
If
you win the game, I'll let you touch my tail, king of Sunny Hill!
Rusty didn't read the
rest of what Xpress wanted to say about his performance or lack thereof. He
patted Maddox on the shoulder and rushed back onto the court. From the
scoreboard, Slicky Coolplums
dove into the stands, jumped to his feet, and, helped by all the students
around, found his way out while the security guys chased after him.
Yeah, good luck catching
that tail. Rusty smiled and smiled. The tension from before was gone from his
muscles, turning into nothing but smooth adrenaline. The audience erupted as he
shot the ball straight through the hoop.
***
"That was insane," Zoey
shouted at him and hugged him so tightly he could barely breathe.
He was sweaty, freaked
out after getting chased by security, and had barely gotten back in time to see
Sunny Hill win gloriously against Pacific Grove. Hopefully, Rusty hadn't
searched for him in the stands, because it would be hard to explain why he had
missed most of the big game. He'd find something to say if that happened. Right
now, he was a bit too exhausted to care. Zoey continued to shake him and praise
him for being completely reckless, and he didn't care about that either,
although he wouldn't have minded a bit of rest.
"It worked, it freaking
worked! Matty, you're a complete genius. I knew it was a genius move for you to
find your inner feline."
"Zoey, this feline is
absolutely broken after pulling that stunt earlier. Thanks for getting that
rumor spread so fast."
"I only had to talk to a
girl from freshman year about the cat boy, and she told all her friends. I have
no idea how it got in Xpress so fast, but it did. Now, I think it's high time
for you to present the champion with his hard-earned reward."
"I am so not going back
and changing into that suit again. I'll honor that promise later."
"But you will," Zoey
insisted.
"I wouldn't disappoint
the champion. By the way, did you see him? I bet he's celebrating with the team
and all."
Zoey shook her head.
"According to intel, he's in the parking lot, seeing someone off."
"Okay, I'll go there. The
least I can do is congratulate him on the game."
***
"The problem with you is
that you're inconsistent."
Those were the first
words he heard from his dad the moment they saw each other. His dad was already
holding his keys, ready to get into his car and out of there, back to his new
family.
"And?" Rusty asked
aggressively. "I won."
His dad pursed his lips
and shook his head. There were more white hairs on his head now, but he didn't
seem any less mean than usual. "You won by pure luck."
"What pure luck?"
"That kid on the opposing
team got injured."
"So? It's not like that was
my fault." He hated so much how defensive his voice turned each time he had an
argument with Roy Parker.
"Your fault was playing
like a brick for half a game. It doesn't matter. It's not like you're going to
make something out of basketball, anyway. You missed that chance, son."
"I've played for you,"
Rusty said thickly, each word weighing a ton in his mouth.
His dad seemed surprised
and looked at him. "Then you didn't do that good a job, if your only purpose
was to impress me."
"There's no pleasing you,
is there?" Rusty continued.
"You're a piece of work,
boy, aren't you? I told you over and over. If you're good, you will have all
doors open in front of you. But you treated all this like some sort of joke, as
you do with everything."
His dad seemed to be in
quite the talkative mood. True enough, Rusty didn't want to provoke him on the
grounds of not wanting another to be put on the receiving end of a few hurtful
words and disappointed frowns.
"It shouldn't come as a
big surprise. This whole school of yours is one big joke," his dad continued.
"Like that weirdo interrupting the game. I suppose I should be content no one
ran naked across the floor."
Rusty bit his lip. Now
wasn't a good time to be laughing.
"Something funny? Finish
your damn school, and then you can do whatever you want."
"Yeah, sure."
No one was able to sour
the mood like his dad. And, Rusty realized at that very moment, he had always
been like that, even when he had been at home, supposedly playing the roles of
father and husband.
He watched as his dad
climbed behind the wheel without another word. He continued to watch while the
car moved away, until its lights became dim and hard to see. Without his
knowing it, his hands had curled into fists. Suddenly, he felt tired, wanting
nothing but a damn shower and to hit the bed. Anything but to think of this
crappy evening.
"Good game, Rusty."
He turned his head and
some of his tiredness disappeared when he saw Matty
walking toward him. Could it be that Matty had heard that convo? At least,
parts of it? Maybe he pitied him for having such a lousy dad.
"Yeah, it was pretty
good," he said, not wanting to ask Matty anything about it. If they both didn't
say a thing, it could be as if it never happened.
"You, playing modest?
Really? You were awesome." Matty smiled from ear to ear and wrapped one arm
around Rusty's. "How about you come with me and I can read you more of A Kingdom To
Plunder?"
"Are you telling me that
I could be celebrating with the entire cheerleading team right now, and you
want me to come with you to your tiny cell aka dorm room so that you can read to
me about zombies with hard schlongs?"
"That's exactly what I'm
telling you."
"That seems about right,
then."
***
Matty wasn't
going to comment on what he had seen and heard. Things were a lot clearer now.
For a moment, the idea to interrupt them had crossed his mind, to do something
even crazier than dressing up as a cat boy and having security chase him down.
Something like waving his GPA score in front of Rusty's dad so that the man
would know that people were really studying at Sunny Hill, and that it was as
good as any other school, and then say that basketball wasn't everything—
He had stopped himself in
time. It was a matter of respecting boundaries, and he was relieved that Rusty
hadn't asked him about how long he had been standing there, listening in on that
strained conversation with his dad.
"Boy, I so need to take a
shower," he said, seeing how Rusty was silent, although he let himself be carried
away as Matty dragged him along by one arm. "It's hard work to scream and shout
throughout an entire game."
"Were you there the whole
time?" Rusty asked.
"Yeah, I didn't miss a
second," Matty lied through his teeth.
"I saw your friend's uber
pink jacket, but it was hard to see you in that crowd. So, you liked it?"
"I barely have any voice
left," Matty assured him. "You were a freaking star out there."
"Not through the entire
game," Rusty said.
"Don't you know what they
say? It happens to the best of us."
"Come on, Matty, tell me
you didn't feel the need to boo for at least like a minute or so."
"No way. I'll always
cheer you on."
"Regardless of how bad I
do?"
"Regardless," Matty
replied. "Hey, how about we shower together? My bathroom is really tiny, but I
think we can manage."
"Is this your way of
compensating for the cheerleading team?"
"Hey, I'm trying. And you
haven't yet seen my back soaping technique. I belong in a spa as a regular
attraction."
Rusty observed him
through his eyelashes. "Now, you're just bragging."
"Hey, I guess you'll have
to see it with your own eyes. I mean, feel it on your own back."
"Yeah, why not?"
***
In a way, Matty hadn't been talking out of his ass. Rusty groaned as
he felt the firm hands moving across his back and making him feel like knot
after knot of tight muscles was getting unraveled like a ball of yarn. Funny.
He was thinking of Slicky Coolplums while being soaped thoroughly and massaged
by Matty. It was a little bit like cheating, but it
wasn't.
Ah, damn, he really
needed to consider Matty as just a friend, and not even the buttfucking type of
friend. Damn Maddox and Jonathan, and their unified idea that he shouldn't be
an asshole by playing too close to the fire with Matty.
For the umpteenth time,
he had to say it to himself. They were right, obviously, even if they didn't
have a clue that Rusty might like having Matty's
hands on him like that a bit too much.
Still, that didn't mean
that his dick had any idea what being a moral upstanding person meant. The
Mighty Thor had been twitching like crazy every time Matty
had breathed on his neck by accident, each time his fingers had moved a bit too
close to his ass for a non-sexual massage.
"Thanks a lot, Matty
boy," he said, trying to sound nonchalant and his usual self. "I think I can
take it from here."
"Sure." Matty was obviously fighting to hide the disappointment in
his voice. "I'll wait for you to finish, and then it'll be my turn."
"Yeah, thanks. Just make
sure not to fall asleep without reading some of that zombie stuff to me. You
lured me here with that promise alone."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
Rusty waited until Matty closed
the door to grab hold of his now fully hard cock. "I'm fucking supposed to be a
nice dude and stop jumping Matty's bones, you fucker," he admonished his
longtime friend.
The Mighty Thor could be
an asshole. He sprung happily in his hand while Rusty closed his eyes. He
needed to think of some girls and stuff. Yet, each image he conjured in his
head somehow metamorphosed into the only person he wasn't supposed to fantasize
about. A pair of juicy tits invariably turned into Matty's
smooth chest, a tiny waist into the guy's hard abs, and he didn't even dare to
think about butts. If he went there, he was bound to become a goner in less
than sixty seconds.
"You will pay for this."
Rusty pumped his cock a couple of more times and then slapped it one time. "You
will go to sleep, blue balls and all. That will teach you."
***
Matty showered in record
time, wanting so much to understand why Rusty had assumed that completely
non-combat attitude toward him, although they had practically stood naked in
the shower together. He had expected at least a bit of teasing if not something
physical, yet nothing of the kind had happened.
It was all right. After
all, Rusty had just gone through a tough time, first through that miserable
first half of the game, and then that conversation with his dad. Matty couldn't
even imagine how it would feel to be in open conflict like that with his
parents. They were demanding and wanted him to excel in his studies, but they
never looked down on him or made him feel bad about himself, as he had seen
tonight while witnessing Rusty and his father from the shadows.
He groaned and pressed
the palms of his hands against his closed eyes. He was being an asshole. No one
in their right mind would think of sex under circumstances like that. As much
of a free spirit as Rusty was, there was no way that kind of rejection wouldn't
get to him. Right now, more than anything, the guy needed a friend, not a horny
dude who could barely wait to get into his pants.
When he got out of the
bathroom, the sight that greeted him made his resolve shake a smidge. Rusty had
only a pair of sweatpants on – he must have had them in his backpack, and he
was lying on Matty's bed, hands behind his head, contemplating the ceiling.
When Matty walked in, his eyes turned to him and he smiled, not like his usual
flirtatious or teasing smile, but the genuine kind.
Rusty moved away from the
edge of the bed, closer to the wall. "Come on, hop in. I can really barely wait
to hear more of what happens in that crazy fantasy."
Matty smiled, too, as he
grabbed the book and climbed on the bed. As a friend, he would ignore Rusty's naked chest, and the warmth of his body, and the
pleasant smell of his skin. He fluffed his pillow and arranged it so that he
could lean against the wall in a sitting position. Rusty rested his head in Matty's lap immediately, wrapping one arm around his left
leg.
It was pure temptation,
so he reached for the blond head and began caressing it gently. Rusty
immediately made a purring sound, and Matty
snickered. "You're like one big cat. By the way, that thing with the cat boy,
right? Wow." He waited with bated breath.
"Yeah," Rusty agreed
quietly. "He pulled me out of my funk. Just what I needed at that moment."
"How could he know you were
having a hard time?" Matty asked. Damn, he really loved to play close to the fire.
"He's a student here, at
Sunny Hill. There's no other explanation."
"Do you want to touch his
tail?"
"It's a pretty fluffy
tail."
Silence followed, and
Matty considered if all this probing was a good idea on his part.
"I don't know how he knew
what to do, but it's like he really knows me," Rusty continued.
"He sounds like a
friend," Matty commented, his heart in his throat.
"I don't want to be
friends with him," Rusty retorted. "I want to pull his tail and fondle his
butt, because he's a total cockteaser. Plus, I have plenty of friends already."
"Like Maddox and
Jonathan," Matty pointed out.
"And you. You're an
awesome friend, Matty."
"The kind whose butt you
want to fondle?" he risked.
"Yeah, about that. I
shouldn't do that to a friend."
Matty pursed his lips and
blinked hard. What the hell was going on?
"Now, go on, start
reading. My eyes are already closing."
"Okay," Matty said
softly.
He had just been friendzoned. Just like that. Although his eyes were getting
moist and he no longer could see the letters clearly, he continued to read. It
was fine. It was totally fine. Rusty needed a friend, and he, Matty, was okay
with that.
TBC
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