Page 52 of Wandering in Darkness
“Me too. Eddie is a very happy drunk, and last time he tried sticking his tongue in my mouth. He said he just wanted to see if kissing guys was different than girls. Then he told me the next day that I really should work on my kissing if I ever wanted to get laid. Like him cramming his tongue into my mouth unexpectedly was a good test,” Grayson says before he laughs and laughs. I’m not quite sure if he’s laughing about what he was talking about, if he’s just really drunk, or if he’s remembering the funniest moment in his life.
“I think you all really shouldn’t drink when Eddie talks next time.”
“I think so too. He talks so much. Fuck. I haven’t been this drunk since I was in my early twenties. I don’t get drunk very often. You should have stopped me.”
“I feel like I mentioned to all of you that you’d had plenty to drink, and do you know what you told me?”
“Probably something magnificent.”
“That you were ‘stone-cold sober and one more wouldn’t hurt.’”
“I’m sure I was at that point.”
“That was like twenty minutes ago.”
“I got really drunk after that. Shhhh. You know nothing,” he says as he reaches over and tries to push his finger against my lips to silence me. Instead, he ends up cramming that finger in my cheek. And then he laughs some more like this is the most entertaining thing he’s ever done.
“You’re ridiculous,” I say.
“I’m still jealous you had nice shit to say to Eddie but not me.”
I grin, and I’m not even sure if he actually is jealous or is just giving me shit, but it makes me happy either way. “Okay… let’s see. You’re funny.”
“Thank you.”
“Handsome.”
“Oh yes, you called me pretty.”
“You called yourself pretty, I just agreed.”
Grayson tries to encourage me on with his hands. “Give me more, give me more.”
“You always make me feel like I’m worth something,” I mutter.
“Do you want me to beat up whoever made you think you weren’t?”
“Sure.”
“Just let me at ’em. Take me there now. I’ll do it.”
“I’d love to watch,” I say as I pull up at his place. “You sure you’re okay with me borrowing the car? I can have it back to you first thing in the morning if you want. I can pick up a bus from here in the morning.”
“Nah, I don’t need it.”
“Okay. Have a good night.”
He smiles at me and it’s such an odd reaction. “You’re cute,” he says before getting out.
Like… was that a… “You’re cute” as in you’re handsome? Or a “You’re funny” kind of “You’re cute”?
While I’m busy speculating the meaning behind that, Grayson is busy tripping over something and spectacularly falls.
And with the lightning speed of a man who has “You’re cute” ricocheting around in his mind, I leap out of the vehicle and rush around to be his savior.
The only issue is that he’s already made it back to his feet by the time I reach him and then simply looks confused about why I got out.
“You need something?”
