This here's a new story I am working on. I worked on it for a few days--which I'm so short attention spanned, its amazing its lived so far. Well, I hope you like. Don't forget to tell me what you think ^^

It's the Little Things

Chpt. 1

"Oh God Danny, right there," Greg moaned loudly, low mein hanging from his mouth, grossing out everyone at the table. I was the only gay one out of the four of my best guy friends but they were still cool with me. We'd all been friends since forever. I came out about tenth grade and they all had my back. I still liked football and sports, went out with them on Fridays to the local bar (it wasn't gay) and I didn't hit on any of them when I got drunk.

Most people are surprised when I tell them I'm gay. I mean it's not information I tell just anyone. Unless they ask me specific questions it doesn't really come up. Not that I keep it a secret—it's just I don't like telling people my business.

Danny, the guy Greg was picking on, was getting engaged to a lovely young woman I knew—a friend of a co-worker. I worked part-time at the library and she often spoke to me there. I teased her a little bit—they were a cute couple. I was happy for them. Well, also a little envious. Not that I didn't feel like I couldn't be myself around my's just that I felt like getting a boyfriend would suddenly make them hate me. I didn't even want a boyfriend. I just wanted to get laid!

I guess you could say this was Danny's bachelor party—eating chinese at a small mom and pop place. Jesus would be proud. Our waiter came by—he was cute but had such a sour look on his face. He looked Asian but was obviously mixed—he was tall at six foot two and had sharp deep blue eyes. Not that Asians cant be tall or have blue eyes.

"Are you done?" he asked me gruffly, strands of straight black hair falling in his face. I looked down at my plate—it was empty. I thought briefly of a sarcastic mark but discarded it immediately. He did not look like the humorous type. "Yeah…" He took the plate and was about to leave. "Wait! Could you get me another plate of fried dough?" I smiled brightly. I was attempting to appease our frowning waiter with a smiley request. People tell me all the time I have a nice smile. I think it's because my eyes squish and they get all smothery. He looked at me dully, "Sure,"

I smile like a dope—I can't believe I did that! Ah, my squishy eyes are no match for apathy. I suddenly caught myself staring at his hair. He had blue streaks in it this week—last week it was purple. Maybe the purple had faded. But then wouldn't it be a lighter purple color, not blue? Though blue does make up half of purple.

I was prodded in the ribs and I turned to see Simon wink at me. He had caught me staring at the waiter. I fussed with my napkin. "You need a wingman?" he asked me. I shook my head profusely. "I'm good—" Money was tossed at me and everyone was leaving all at once. "Do your thing, Ellie," "Have a good time." "That's my man, taking the lead." "We'll see you at Nick's house," I got another wink and two slaps on the back before I could open my mouth to say anything. That idiot Simon! Making everybody think I was going to ask out the waiter. It's not like I was going to or anything—I stacked the plates nervously, cleaning up the table. Geez these guys were so messy. Not that I had room to talk. My apartment was a mixture between a windstorm and hellhole.

"They bail?" I was asked—I jumped about a foot in the air. The waiter laughed. "Sorry. Your friends ditch you or something?"

"Sort of. They went to take my friend Danny to a strip club. He's getting married this weekend. Naked girls aren't my scene." The waiter nodded. I was trying not to be obvious but still put out there that I was single, gay and really, really wanted to get laid. "I'm Shane," the waiter told me, getting to plates I had stacked. "I'm Elliot." I heard myself answer. "I have enough to pay at least," I showed him, blushing sheepishly.

Walking to the register, I pulled out my card, handing it to him. "There's more than enough here to pay for the meal," Shane told me, glancing at the money I had counted and folded into my pocket. I grinned mischievously. "I know." I gave Shane a bit of my profits—better tip than a normal person would have left but not enough to raise an eyebrow—and waved, laughing out the door.

I called Simeon's cellphone—he put me on speaker. "Way to leave me behind like that, you buttholes. The poor kid thinks I have no self-respect, letting my friends walk all over me."

"Whatever bitch, you would love us more if we were buttholes." True. Maybe. "Ha ha. I'm keeping your money, just so you know," I informed them. "I think I might go get my nails done with Tina. And pay for her." Tina was Danny's fiancé. Simeon laughed. "Dude you're totally in charge of the next beer run." I sighed. "Fine, at least I get the nice shit—you always buy cheap crap—"

Danny got married without a hitch. I did get my nails done with Tina but her mom paid. They asked me about Danny's bachelor party—I told Tina about Shane. She gushed over him with me. I sat on my couch in my apartment with the rest of the guys around—it seemed mournful because he was missing. Even though Danny's a true nice guy—he's kind of invisible in a crowd—he doesn't seem like someone you'd miss. Then you remember how nice he was to you when your car got a flat tire or picked you up from your ex-boyfriend's house after a huge fight. Or loaned you a couple bucks when you were broke that he never asked back. Aw shit, I was gonna cry now. I stood up, "God! It's not like he's dead. He just got married—he's away for the weekend—" Yeah, but what would happen when he got a kid or anyone else in our group got married or moved away, "—and he'll be back," My voice caught. I cleared my throat, fully embarrassed. "Sorry. Lost my shit a little bit there. I'm done now, promise. I'm going to go pick up chinese, anyone want any alcohol?" I got a couple of affirmatives so I took my coat, fleeing.

I went to our usual place—Kong Lei—where Shane worked. I got a chocolate malt and cried a little. Okay, so I cried little kid who'd left his favorite blanket at the grocery store. Thankfully I didn't see Shane. The waitress working brought me extra napkins. I don't know what's up with this place but it's always empty when I'm here. Usually when I got this upset I threw up so I ordered a water as well. I laid out on the table, depressed. My friends were growing up, so to speak, and spreading their wings. And I was being left behind. Damn. This is one of those epiphany moments in which I have to figure out what I want to do for the rest of my life. My friends meant a lot to me—through high school and whatnot I never made friends all that well. I treasured the ones I had made. Danny wasn't going to be gone forever, he was just moving on. My back was rubbed while I blew my nose into another napkin. The hand was comforting and kind. It also happened to be Shane's. Drawing him close, I cried into his shoulder.

Inspiring, I know. Dont foget to let me know.