Note: This is just a bit of fun really. I was influenced by a good friend of mine, Mr. Ian Harris, to write this. We have been joking about three main sides to his personality and I decided with his permission to write a story about it. It's going to hopefully be a funny story and I hope you enjoy it. Many thanks to Ian for my inspiration!

Warning: There will be nothing full-on, but there might be a bit of romance in here somewhere. Might. Also, there will be swearing and hopefully nothing that will offend anybody.

Summary: The Backstabber, the Whiner, the Eccentric. Complete clashes in personality. Coping with one is difficult, imagine being friends with all three. Me? The Pacifist.

Three Bitchy Gays And Me
Chapter Uno

Three names you will hear time and time again. You just have to say one of them and everybody automatically knows who the latest breakout of gossip is going to be about. Unfortunately, I'm stuck in the middle of their somewhat forced circle of friendship. Do you know how hard that is? I'm the middle man, the one that keeps the peace, and often the one that shuns the build up of a full blown bitch fight and war of words. The three of them, drama queens beyond belief, and me, the one that feels embarassed almost every second of his life.

Kristian. Probably the most backstabbing little ray of sunshine ever to walk the country. The amount of times he has spread secrets and leaked confidential information to enemies is enough times to count on every finger of every pupil in our small community school. I waited for him by the post box every morning before school for the past four dragging years. He often put on a tough guy act that demanded respect and from his ways, had become extremely intimidating, even when he was trying to be nice. Which, may I quickly add, is as rare as a blue moon.

Time was running short before I would leave for school. Kristian was hardly the most punctual person and every morning he got later. I'd waited twenty minutes for him already, but I was patient and stayed put. I heaved a sigh of crisp September air and rolled my eyes to myself. My stomach growled, reminding me that I had skipped breakfast again.

Alas, speak of the devil and he's sure to appear. I saw the dark gingery mop of fluffy hair bobbing up and down over the crowd of pensioners hobbling their way over to the charity shop opposite. Kristian was significantly taller than them all, but he was lofty anyway. His tall frame dwarfed mine and it made him even more intmidating than with his personality alone. He looked like the sort of guy that could really pack a punch if intended, although he would rather let his words do all the damage. He was dressed as he usually was; quite casual. He wore his favourite black jeans and a blue t-shirt with some fashionable pattern on it. His wrists were covered in bangles of various colours and a dark blue scarf hung neatly round his neck. His flowing stride was always cause for onlookers attention. He was a very handsome boy, and he knew it.

"Hey Kristian," I mumbled, forcing a smile and avoiding his royal blue eyes. Kristian looked stressed this morning, meaning that I was in for a long-winded story of something that put him in his current mood. I had a feeling that it wasn't something that I would call interesting.

"Hi," he replied as I left my leaning posture on the postbox and walked by his side. "Sorry I'm late. I had a bit of a hair disaster, can you tell?" I looked up at his hair and saw nothing particulary wrong with it. It was in the same fluffed up style as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't take offence to that as Kristian often would. He gave me the same look of disgust that he always did, like he had trodden in a little present left on the pavement. I gritted my teeth.

"Were you born stupid or is it progressive?" he sneered and I raised my eyebrows at him. "God, don't look at me like that. Can't you see, I sorta ran out of volumiser and my hair feels like its deflated. Hair disaster, its awful. But mom said she would by me some more today though."

If I'm perfectly honest, I didn't have much of a clue what he was on about. At home, shampoo was shampoo, and that was as difficult as it got where I'm concerned.

"You really need to come round to mine again," he suggested as he attempted to fluff up his hair with his hand. "You need your hair doing again, I can see your roots and I bet its long enough to tie back now. You little tramp."

I raised my eyebrows again as he pulled out a cigarette packet. I didn't reply. Last time I let Kristian loose on my hair, my mom went mad at me. She had reason to. My hair was black and green and since then, I've stuck to doing it myself, a nice natural colour such as my current hair colour of mahogany brown.

Kristian went on to tell me the whole story of his morning's disaster and I found myself drifting into the sort of dreamworld that one has this early in the morning. The whole street could hear his epic tale of an empty bottle; Kristian always spoke loudly and you always knew when he wanted attention and sympathy. I cut across him.

"Hey, wait," I said suddenly, stopping on the spot. Kristian looked down on me, taking a long drag on his cigarette and blowing smoke on me, whether deliberate, I don't know. We were over half way to school and forgotten to knock on the door for Aaron. He wouldn't be happy about that.

"We've forgotten Aaron," I said, and with extreme guilt, began heading back up the road to his house. Kristian followed with an over dramatic sigh and grunt of replusion.

Aaron. The most over-sensitive, whiney boy you will ever hear of. He got easily offended and being so, was extremely protective of everything. Especially himself. He could be described as extremely self-conscious, and often made a fuss of how he looked, even more than Kristian. He was often quite withdrawn, but when he made a scene, he really DID make a scene. He fell in love easily and literally fell head of heels for somebody for an extremely long time, even if he knew that his crush didn't even know that Aaron exsisted. He was extremely paranoid about everything.

I knocked lightly on the door and it opened as soon as I moved my hand away. Aaron stood in the doorway, his vivid green eyes not wanting to look into mine as he remained silent. Behind me, at the end of the garden, I heard Kristian give an agitated 'tut'.

"Are you okay?" I asked as he closed the door behind him. He was a few inches shorter than me and always dressed in the same way; a dark t-shirt and dark office trousers. Along with his dark hair, he was depressing to look at athough he was normally a cheery person. He seemed to hide himself with this image.

"You walked past my house," he muttered, keeping his head down as we appraoched Kristian. "And walked off without me."

"Sorry Aaron, I completely forgot," I explained, but this didn't seem to be helping. "You could have caught us up you know."

"Oh," said Kristian, sarcastically, "You can't expect Aaron to do that. He has give you a guilt trip."

Aaron scowled at Kristian and I just coughed it off. There was an element of truth in Kristian's mocking, but I didn't want to let Aaron know that. It was a constant battle to please them both, and that was just two of three. Aaron remained quiet and sulked while Kristian kept stopping at every parked car to check his hair in the glass, moaning about its 'flat' state. I walked in between them, avoiding any eye contact with passers by.

The day was chilly and I hugged my arms close to my chest. It has been raining a lot lately, so the road was a little flooded and a cold wind swept past, making the golden leaves on the floor dance around our feet. We approached the gloomy school buliding and by the gates, an unmistakable face framed with pink and platimun blonde hair, grinned at me.

Timothy. Rebellious, eccentric, outragious were three words to describe him best. His fashion sense wasn't what you would call suitable for school, but nobody messed with Timothy. He was the argumentative type and always got his way. He was notoriously bitchy and always spoke his mind, even if it hurt people and when it did, he was the sort that would turn the tables and turn a petty observation into a full-blown verbal battle. Timothy was either loved or hated and extremely hard to put up with, especially in the company of Aaron and Kristian.

He glided over, wearing a new outfit. Brown three-quarter length trousers with gold stockings that I assume went up to his knee. He was wearing a new white and gold top, I assumed, as I hadn't seen it before. Teachers always scowled at him in corridors, but he was trying to make a statement; he did it well.

"Hiya!" he beamed as he pounced on me in a good morning hug. He was slightly shorter than me and I could see in his rounded chocolate eyes that he was happy to see us for once. I gave an embarassed smile as he proceeded to hugging Aaron and then attempting to hug Kristian, who as always, rudely refused. "You're all late! What have you been doing? Nothing bad I hope. I can't believe you left me waiting this long, school has almost started and you show up two minutes before. It's a disgrace! What did you do to your hair Kris? And what's wrong with Aaron? And we should really get into school, now, we have that ace new teacher in!"

Another thing about Timothy, as I'm sure you gathered, it's difficult to get a word in edgeways.

We walked into school, ready for a fresh day. Kristian stubbing out his second cigarette, Aaron whinging to me that I might have deliberately walked past his house, and Timothy, chatting away about what he saw on television last week. I? Silent.

You probably thought putting up with one of them would be hard. Now times that by three and mix in a few clashing personalities and styles and a whole lot of arguements. Welcome to my social life. It's not fun being the one stuck in the middle and the only one that understands them as induviduals.

My name? Riley Milton, the pacifist.

Note: Now you've met all three, let the fun begin. Reviews, reviews, reviews! Just to complete the trio. x)