Page 102 of Two Guys One Puck
“I’m not telling you who. You will harass him,” I say before they do.
“But that’s a right of passage to date you.”
“I don’t know if we’re dating.” I realize Seaborn hadn’t answered my question about what this is. Was that on purpose?
“So you’re attracted to one guy? Was it after you got to know him? You might be gray or on the spectrum.” Happy seems like a kid at a candy store getting this insight into my brain.
“Is whatever. I like him.” I shrug, deciding to be unbothered by it. I’ll figure it out at some point. I don’t feel like I need to rush. “Has already happened. I’m putting it behind me.”
“Literally or figuratively?” Sleepy asks, seemingly unsure what I mean.
“Don’t confuse me with your language.” I wave him off. “I fucked a man. I’m into men.”
More stares and I wave them to ask what I know they will.
“Is this like a hook up situation or a relationship?” Happy speaks first.
“It has happened more than once so I’m sure.” I decided to tell them I’m into men after what Grumpy said, not who I’m fucking. That’s got to be worse than being gay in most hockey player’s minds and I’m not going there.
“So are you going to hook up with other people now?” Sleepy is really invested.
“Fuck no. Why would I subject myself to that? I don’t even like most people.” And I’m sure there is no one like him.
Happy shakes his head.
“Say what you will.” Might as well get this over with.
“No desire to?” Sleepy prompts.
“Are you a psych major? I have one to sleep with. Do I need more?”
“What if you two stopped speaking. Would you date other guys?” Sleepy asks clearly not dropping this one.
I don’t want to answer, but since I’m trying to make friends, I think about his question for a minute. “Not really, no. I think it would take a lot to entice me.”
Happy nods like his brain is working really hard through this one. I feel a little bad. He’s so fun and cute, but he’s notthe brightest bulb in the shed. “I think you’re on the asexual spectrum,” Happy says carefully and holds up his hands before I can reply. “Again, not meanly. We mean nothing bad by it.”
“We got your back a hundred percent,” Sleepy adds.
“I don’t want to think about it.” I miss Ronan and his bed. And his stupid face when he wakes up in the morning. “I’ve put my brain through enough.”
“Get skull fucked that bad?” Happy says through a laugh.
I blink. “That might be the most vulgar thing that’s ever come out of your mouth.”
“I think dirty thoughts too…sometimes.”
I pat him on the back. “I’m not sure I believe you, Happy.”
Happy huffs and crosses his arms. “I get laid more than you do!”
“I’m imagining is only in the dark and only in missionary. Nothing exciting,” I tease.
Sleepy bursts out laughing.
“Fuck off.” He gets avoidant, which just tells me I’ve hit the nail on the head.
“You’re mad because is true.” I laugh.
