AN: Hey!! This is a new kind of story for me…and I haven’t read any like it, so I’m gonna enjoy writing this! The writing is also going to be different than how I usually write. It will be first person POV for the two main characters and third person limited POV to the other minor characters…heh…sounds a bit confusing…but I have confidence that it will work out!! Enjoy!! R&R

Love, Lies, and Homosexuals

One – The Unnaturality of It All

Landon

The cars honked beside me as I crossed the street hurriedly. Can they have any more patience? Jeez, you’d think you’d want to run me over. I felt my feet hit the sidewalk, as I turned to see the cars begin to slowly move. I sighed. They’d regret it one day. I stuck my hands into my pockets as I made my way down the street, casually looking over to the small boutiques and cafés.

Starbucks, Starbucks…where are you?

I haven’t had my daily mocha latte, yet, and I was dying to give anything to have one in my hand right now. Aha! There was Starbucks! Standing high and mighty amongst its fellow cafés. As I slowly made my way to it, with an eager grin, someone tapped me on the shoulder.

Crap. Don’t tell me it’s that stalker girl I just got rid of yesterday…

I ignored it, making my way down to Starbucks again. But they wouldn’t stop tapping! I turned around irritatingly. For the love of God, Jenny, I’m gonna call the police, if you don’t stop stalking me!

It came to my surprise, that it wasn’t Jenny.

“Hey,” the girl said, smiling sweetly. I raised my eyebrows at her. Hmm…she sort of resembled Lana from Smallville. But I quickly lowered them suddenly realizing that this girl just tapped me and said “hey”, when I didn’t even know who the hell she was!

I narrowed my eyes at her suspiciously. Hopefully, she’ll get the hint that I think she’s crazy. “Hi…” I drawled, and slowly turned away.

“Wait!” she yelled out. Crap. She was crazy. I turned back around to face her.

“Yeah?”

She chuckled quietly. “You don’t recognize me, do you?” Um…was I supposed to?

I smiled at her. “No, actually, sorry…”

She bowed down her head, and shook it. She smiled. “Oh, God…I must look like an idiot…” I guess she wasn’t that crazy. She lifted her head up, and stuck her arm out. “The name’s Terri. Terri Newman.”

Terri Newman…the name rings a bell…

I stared at her with curiosity. Now that I realized it…she does look kind of familiar…I gasped.

Terri Newman. I remember her now. How could I forget? We were friends in high school…one of the few girls I didn’t bother going out with. She was a friend. That was it. It was like a rule to not date your girl buddies. A big no-no. Wow. Fancy seeing you here!

“Terri!” I proclaimed, gripping her hand in a friendly handshake.

“You do remember! It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Landon?”

“Wow. I haven’t talked to you in ages. Where you headed?”

“Oh. I was just taking myself for a walk. You?”

“Starbucks. Join me?”

She nodded her head.

As we sat down in one of those outside tables, drinks in our hands, we began the walk through memory lane. Though senior year was only two years ago, it seemed like forever since the days of high school glory. We laughed through all the inside jokes worth remembering, laughed again throughout all the fights, and laughed again through the many breakups and hookups. I had forgotten the best four years of my life so quickly. Sure, when I was in high school, I never thought the fights, the breakups, and hookups were so hillarious. But now, looking back at it…man, what the hell was our problems?

She stared at me again, as if pondering something. Ahh.. those trademark hazel eyes. I could never forget those. Then, she perked up.

“So, Landon…you got a girlfriend?” she asked me.

Girlfriend. I just broke up with one last week. And I wasn’t about ready to hook up with this one. I know that question. I’ve heard it before. It meant, “You single? ‘Cuz I am! Let’s hook up!” Maybe I had forgotten to mention it, but I’ve had bad luck with girls. Ever since high school, when I became the guy at the top of every girl’s list, I had regretted it. I never was one to flaunt my looks at everyone, unlike others. But every girl that’s ever hooked up with me, used me, and threw me away. I always thought the next one was different, that’s why I had so many girlfriends, but they were all the same. And I finally realized it,when I caught my ex-girlfriend using me. So what makes her any different?

My eyes left her, and began to wander around the umbrella tops and fancy ceiling fans, trying to find something to say to her. My eyes caught the television that hung from the ceiling on metal brackets, which displayed Will & Grace. I watched as Jack flounced around, and I mentally laughed to myself.

Hmm…maybe I should say that I’m already taken. It wasn’t the best excuse, but it was the only thing I can think of. I turned to face her.

“I’m gay,” I replied.

HUH? Shit. Did those words just come out of my mouth? Oh, damn…oh, damn…not good. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!

She stared at me blankly. Her eyes sort of glazed over, and an unusual smile plastered on her face. I duplicated her expression. Her eyes didn’t move as she picked up her styrofoam cup, and placed it against her lips.

And she gulped it down. Literally gulped it down.

STUPID MOUTH!!! WHO GAVE YOU THE AUTHORITY TO SPEAK OUT ON YOUR OWN?!!! Crap. Shit. Is that what you called a mouth fart? Just spurting out nonsense words, without any meaning to it whatsoever? Yeah, I think it was.

Of course, I wasn’t about to tell her, “Sorry, my mouth just farted”.

Suddenly, I heard a cough escape her lips. She slammed down her cup, and pounded on her chest with her fist. She was choking.

I leaned forward. “Hey, are you okay?” I asked.

She nodded, and smiled, obviously amused at herself. “Yeah, yeah,” she replied, and lifted her head to face me. “I’m sorry…what I meant to say was, ‘do you have a boyfriend’?” She smiled at me. Her smile full of sincerity.

My jaw dropped. Do I have a boyfriend? Ha. That was funny.

“HAHAHAHAHA!!” My laughter ensued. It was one of those laughs that were bizarre, and uncalled for. I couldn’t stop. It was as if I was trying to convince myself that I wasn’t crazy. No, not at all.

I leaned back in my chair, my sides hurting from the unnatural laughter that I forced through my lips. I knew the whole café was looking at us, but I couldn’t careless. I headed back down to earth, and looked at Terri. Her smile had disappeared, and her eyebrows were raised. My smile slowly disappeared, too. And I gave her another blank stare.

“Oh. No, I don’t,” I replied.

Damn. Damn it all. Shit. Crap. You’re an idiot, Landon. A total moron. Fuck it.

What have I gotten myself into?

“So, Landon…you got a girlfriend?” I asked.

I couldn’t sound anymore desperate than I already looked. But I just couldn’t resist! Those piercing blue, puppy-dog eyes practically screamed ‘take me’. His ruffled, dark brown hair sat on his head, and I felt like reaching out to touch them.

Landon hadn’t changed. He was always the school hottie back then. Every girl was practically kissing the floor he walked on. And I liked him. But I didn’t obsess over him like all the others. Instead, I chose the other path and befriended him, and I found out that he wasn’t egotistical. He didn’t care about his looks. He never gloated about anything, unlike the other guys who were well below his level on physical appearance. And…well, I found that rather attractive. On the emotional state. So…I ended up falling in love with him during senior year, but I never earned the courage to tell him. And it was too late.

Terri, you idiot. Of course he had a girlfriend! Landon...not have a girlfriend? He had one every other week during high school! We and his group of friends always made fun of him for that. Him not having a girlfriend? Hah! You might as well call him gay.

So, I awaited his answer, my eyebrows raised, as he looked around the room. Finally, he faced me again. A blank stare came over his eyes, and a bizarre smile played on his lips.

“I’m gay,” he replied.

What? Can you repeat that? Did he just say what I think he said? Hell. No. I mimicked his face. Huh. I never would’ve thought…

And before I knew it, I grabbed my cup off the table and began to gulp it down by the loads. Swallow…swallow…shit…I need to breathe. And I breathed in. And I began to choke.

I smiled at myself. How could you be so stupid?!!! I hit myself in the chest with my fist. Landon leaned forward, concern written in his eyes. Why do you have to be so damn handsome?!

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked. No.

I smiled. “Yeah, yeah,” I replied, and chuckled slightly, “I’m sorry…what I meant to say was, ‘do you have a boyfriend’?”

He burst into maniacal fits of laughter. I guess the gay package comes with this as well. He leaned back in his chair, clutching onto his stomach. He just wouldn’t stop. I glanced around nervously, as the customers began to look at us suspiciously and mutter amongst themselves quietly. He landed back down, and stared at me. The same one he just gave me.

“Oh. No, I don’t,” he replied.

I smiled again. Oh, Terri…you are truly an idiot…

AN: this is only the first chapter…I’m waiting to see what you guys think about it before I continue…oh and those that are reading my other story, BitterSweet I’ll continue it. I just sorta had this idea and the impulsive to write it. so… tell me what you think! I’d really, truly appreciate it!!