Boys to Men
Oh my God!!! Where the hell is Arnold? He was supposed to be here over an hour ago, Mark said in panic.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down, Mark. You know how Arnold is around new people—especially girls—he gets nervous and starts to overthink things. Waylan said in a calming voice.
Well, he’d better overthink a way to get his butt over here faster before the girls show up.
(creak, creak, screech)
Oh, great, and the girls are here, Mark says as he walks over to the window, Never mind, it’s just the neighbors. Perfect, now I’m starting to get nervous and overthink things. Come on, man, get it together, Mark talks to himself as he repeatedly slaps his face out of frustration.
Hey, come on now, stop if you keep doing that, you’ll end up hurting yourself. Just calm down and relax; everything will work itself out for the better.
Of course, that’s easy for you to say, Waylan, if any bad thing were actually to happen, you could run down to your wealthy parents’ panic room and hide until the danger was gone.
I wouldn’t say my parents are wealthy, more like individuals who have excellent money management skills, and who also so happen to be a judge on the supreme court that I call Mom, and the other who is a doctor that did emergency open heart surgery on a former US president saying their life who I call Dad, Waylan said in a nonchalant tone.
Whatever, Waylan, soon, I’ll be releasing all this internal frustration on Tiffany when I get her in that backroom and lose my virginity! Mark said as he thrust his hips out of excitement.
Seriously, Mark, is this what this whole meetup with the girls has been about? Waylan commented.
Uh, duh, what do you think doing a three-man means? Mark asked.
I don’t know, I just thought it meant the exact number of boys and girls would hang with each other individually, so nobody feels alone.
Oh, we’ll be hanging with each other for sure while simultaneously breaking the girls’ backs behind closed doors, hahaha, it’s gonna be great, Mark chuckled as he daydreamed the outcome.
But it just doesn’t seem very honest; it just sounds like we’re using them for their bodies and don’t care about anything else that’s underneath.
Exactly! That is the whole point of this interaction; the girls know it, too. Which is why they brought the precise number of girls with them, plus those same girls are the very ones each of us has had a crush on, Mark replied.
You mean? Waylan said softly.
Oh, yes, Waylan, the same girl you had a crush on since middle school, who out of all the girls in our senior high school class developed the most into a young woman and decided to come here to spend time with you, Mark said in a slick tone.
Y-You know, doing a three-man wouldn’t be so bad after all, Waylan stuttered nervously.
(Ding, dong)
And, by the sound of it, you made your decision just in time because the girls are here and are looking good as hell, Mark announced as he was peaking at the girls through the bedroom window.
But what about Arnold? Waylan wondered.
What about him, look, if Arnold wants to let his overthinking and nervousness keep him from showing up for the three-man, then that’s his problem, not ours. Besides, him not showing up will make things way less awkward and more fun for us, or at least for me, two girls at once, baby, woohoo, Mark stated to Waylan.
Fine, but let me text him to make sure he’s okay, Waylan said, worried.
Whatever, dude, make it quick.
And done. I texted him to ask if he was okay, that the girls were here, and that he should hurry on over.
“Alright, let’s hurry downstairs so we don’t keep the girls waiting any longer,” Mark said as they went down.
Oh, and one more thing before I open the door, Waylan: please don’t freeze like you always do whenever you try to talk to her.
I don’t freeze every time, Waylan said as he scoffed at the idea.
Whatever you want to tell yourself, dude, okay, here we go!
Ladies! How are you? Come on in, don’t be shy.
