Page 11 of Your Only Fan
“Uhm, what else is there to say? Yes, please!” Julian says. “The man is a hot ginger cake and has a decent job. You don’t turn that down.”
“You don’t marry someone for how good they look, idiot,” I elbow Julian.
“Uhm… yeah, you do,” Julian disagrees.
“You guys are being stupid. Can we change the subject, please?” Freddy says. “I don’t know what I’d say, and I don’t want to think about it right now, so… what are we doing tonight? Want to come to our dorm and play Dark Ages of Witchcraft with us?” He turns to me with a wide smile and an innocence as if we hadn’t been talking about him potentially getting hitched only seconds ago.
“I can’t. I’ve got a date tonight,” I say. “Notthatkind of date,” I correct when their interest is piqued.
“Of course. You gotta bang a dude. I forgot.” Freddy laughs.
“He’s a big fan, actually. I’ve never met him before, so I’m kinda excited to see him,” I say.
“Well, if it falls through, you know where we’ll be,” he says.
He’s making a good point. I should confirm with him again in case anything’s changed before I change all my plans for someone who’s been too shy to meet for two years.
I pull out my phone and message him on the app.
I see the dots dancing on my screen almost immediately, but our order arrives at the table, so I have to put my phone down until the server leaves.
My phone beeps and Julian dips his head between our two pizza plates and reads the message before I get a chance to.
“CumJunkie? Gee! Sounds like Prince Charming.” He laughs.
Freddy joins him as I read the reply.
“Yes. Definitely. I’ll see you in a few hours,”it reads.
See you in a few hours indeed, CumJunkie. Or Mr. Cummings.
I do wonder what his real name is and how much of a cum junkie he truly is.
I guess I’m about to find out.
