Pizza and Ice-Cream
“What were you thinking?” I hissed pulling Holly aside after school.
She still had a small piece of lettuce in her hair and there was a small pink bruise on her jaw. I still couldn’t understand how Wild had managed to bruise someone with a salad leaf.
“I was trying to help you,” Holly sighed, “I start a fight with Wild, you swoop in and be her hero, she falls in love with you.”
Ohhhhh. Holly still thought I was crushing on Wild. What could I even tell her at this point? That I think I might like boys? I had realised that when we were sitting in Mr Owens’ classroom, that I might like boys. Well maybe not boys, that felt like too much. I liked Blaze. I had never crushed on a boy before, only Blaze.
Not that I had a proper crush on Blaze. It wasn’t like I wanted us to hold hands and make out at the top of the Eiffel tower. I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. Maybe I just had no life whatsoever, or maybe I liked him more than a friend.
“But then Blaze just had to ruin everything, and you just had to fight with him.” Holly snapped.
The words were too fast out of my mouth.
“Blaze didn’t do anything; why does everyone always blame him?”
Holly paused and tilted her head to the side curiously. She smiled and crossed her arms knowingly.
“You want to fuck Blaze, don’t you?” She laughed.
Well that was a bit extreme, I hadn’t actually thought about that. I hadn’t even thought about dating him, let alone doing other stuff. Well maybe I’d thought about kissing him, but that was different that was a dream.
“I don’t want to fuck Blaze.” I said quietly fearful someone would overhear.
“You so do.” Holy teased, “Whoa, Chasey, you’re blushing.”
“I am not.” I said strongly, “Look, we need to break up.”
“Fine, fine.” She said taking her phone out.
Breaking up was easy. One of Holly’s close friends was a major gossip queen, Holly simply texted her about it, and within seconds the whole school knew.
I was staying at Ryder’s house tonight, again. His parents were going out for their anniversary and would prefer it if I was there so Ryder wasn’t alone. More specifically, they didn’t want a repeat of last year.
Long story short, Ryder had somehow managed to fill the house with male strippers when he had tried to order a pizza. Turns out Good Boy’s Pizza wasn’t a real pizza place; the giveaway should have been the half-naked barely legal teen boys on the homepage. But Ryder had told me he figured it was just for advertising purposes, like bikini models in tyre commercials.
“Chase, what do you want to eat?” Ryder asked that evening, opening the fridge as though its contents had changed within the last twenty-four seconds.
“Literally anything.” I said flicking through the movies on Netflix.
Like I was going to let that happen again.
“Or we could save some time and just go to a strip club.”
Ryder threw a spoon at my head and sat next to me with a tub of ice-cream. Ryder had been born in Texas and somehow despite living here for the past 8 years, still had his connections. Which is why half the ice-cream in his fridge was mostly compiled of E-numbers and a bunch of other stuff we couldn’t have in the UK. It was amazing.
“Are you alright? You’ve been a lot quieter tonight.”
Probably because I was trying to figure out whether or not I should tell Ryder that I may or may not like boys. I mean, we were pretty close so I didn’t want this to drive a wedge between us.
“Yeah, I’m just thinking.”
“Well that’s never a good thing.”
I elbowed him playfully, should I tell him? No that was a stupid idea. There was no need to bring it up. But I knew myself, if I didn’t say it now, I’d never say it. Maybe never was a better idea.
“Seriously, what’s up?”
“You know Blaze is gay, right?”
He put the remote down and stuck his spoon into the half-frozen half-melted ice cream.
“Yeah, he’s dating an older guy, right?”
“What makes you think that?”
Obviously I was not about to confirm this considering that I don’t think anyone actually knew about the 20-year-old Taylor.
“Think about it. Blaze is literally the most good-looking boy in the school, he clearly doesn’t like girls else he’d have a girlfriend, or at least show any vague interest in girls. So that must mean he’s more into guys, he’s not dating anyone at school and there aren’t any other high schools around here. Has to be an older guy.”
There was no way on this planet that Ryder had figured that out on his own. He was clever and all, but his people skills weren’t exactly top-notch. Especially with romance stuff, his pick-up line was literally about death.
“That’s very perceptible of you.” I said suspiciously.
“What can I say?” He said proudly.
“How about the truth?”
“I saw him making out with some older guy the other day. He must have been around 20 or so, they looked pretty busy so I didn’t say anything.”
I hadn’t ever spoken to Taylor in my life and for some reason I had an immediate hate for the guy.
I guess it would have been kind of cute if it was because I was jealous he was dating Blaze, which I suppose in some way I was. But it was more because something seemed off. Like the way he looked at Blaze, pure animal lust as opposed to teen romance. Whatever, maybe Blaze was into that.
“Chase, you’re being weird. What’s wrong? Is it drugs? Parents? Did you get someone pregnant again?”
I never actually got anyone pregnant, it was just a scare. And I had actually handled it pretty well. Was it weird that I found myself more disappointed when the second and third test came back negative? I guess I had just gotten excited about being a Dad.
“It’s nothing Ry.” I said firmly.
“Caylex Hazel-Legacy Lopez, if you do not tell me, I’m going to spoil the ending of every single TV series you are watching.” Ryder said snatching his phone from the tale.
Of all the things Ryder could have thought of, it had to be that one.
“Fine, but you can’t tell anyone, okay?”
“Can I tell my girlfriend?”
Considering that Ryder’s girlfriend was non-existent, it didn’t matter.
“If you really want you can, would she mind being separated from her fellow sock friends?”
“A, what happens between my socks and I, is irrelevant, B, you’re stalling.”
Why couldn't Ryder just be one of those friends who just didn't feel the need to know everything about you?
God, Ryan would kill me for thinking about being bisexual. Was that what I was now? Bisexual? I guess so.
“I’m bi.” I said.
Never in his life had Ryder looked so deadpanned and serious whilst holding a tub of ice-cream.
“I’m bisexual, I think I like boys as well as girls.”
He paused before a flicker of a smile crossed his lips.
“Chase, I know, I’ve known since like a year ago.”
“Yeah. Wait, is that why you were acting so strange?”
How had Ryder known? I hadn’t known till this morning.
“I guess so.”
He paused this time his expression was unreadable in a whole new way.
“Look, I know we’re not girls, I know we’re not going to braid each other’s hair and hold each other’s hand and go to the bathroom together. But I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t talk to me.”
“Seriously Chase, you’re the closest person in the world to me. Nothing you say or do will change that.”
I may have a fucked up love-life and sexuality crisis. But I had to admit, I had a pretty great best friend.
“You want a pizza?” He said.
“Might as well.” I shrugged.
Ryder called some pizza place with the tiniest smile on his face.
“Good Boy’s Pizza...” The voice on the phone said.
Never in my life I had moved so quickly to end that call.
“What? You like boys now right?”
Maybe we should go with frozen chips instead.