Oh im soooooo tempted to go read at allies or something!!! i wanna see what happens when she finds out!!!
but im not an allies fan
and i wanna be a good girl and wait... lol
BUT I DONT THINK I CAN!!
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
you could go to Random Fans
Chapter 16
After waking up beside Sydney, Michael knew he was in even bigger trouble, but sadly, with that revelation came no ideas how to fix his situation, so he was just stuck. He decided that maybe hinting around about Sydney dating once more might be a good plan, but unfortunately, life got in the way of his plan execution. Shortly after their night together, Michael left on a week long business trip and when he returned, he found that Sydney went on a week long trip herself; she had left the day before his return.
It was almost three weeks before they were able to see each other again. When they did get together, Sydney ranted about an asshole who hit on her while she was away and, yet again, Michael abandoned his plans. He was beginning to think that was the new theme of his life.
The third week in March, Michael offered to take Sydney to a craft show she had been talking about for weeks, especially since they had something special on crocheting (Michael wasn’t sure exactly what it was, she had used a bunch of terms he didn’t understand). It was on a Saturday afternoon, so they decided to meet at her apartment at one before going to the show.
“Hey Michael,” Nadia opened the door with a smile after Michael had knocked on it. “Syd’s running a little late. She’ll be like ten minutes yet. Come on in though.”
“Thanks,” Michael said as he ducked inside and shut the door behind him. “How are you?”
“Eh, you know, alright. How about you? Can I get you something to drink?” she offered with a smile.
“No… I’m fine…,” he said slowly, his brow furrowing at her peculiar behavior.
“Have a seat,” she gestured towards the couch which was piled with blankets, pillows and her clothing.
Not seeing a place to actually sit, Michael said, “Uh, I’m fine standing actually…”
“That’s cool. Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Sure…,” he said cautiously.
Nadia lowered her voice before she spoke again, “I’ve always been curious. Weird, I know, but I just want to know. What’s… you know, sex like?”
Michael’s blood froze in his veins and he swallowed hard, trying to moisten his throat that had gone dry. “Excuse me?” he croaked.
“You know,” Nadia said, taking a step towards him. Michael took a step back away from her and towards the kitchen. “Sex with a man,” she continued. “How do you do it? Is it just as good?… I mean, I assume you’ve done it with women…”
“What?!” Michael whimpered, still backing away from her as she continued to approach.
“Seriously. What goes where? Do you really put-”
“STOP! Oh god, stop!” Michael cowered when he had backed himself up against the counter, unable to escape her any longer. His face was contorted in obvious emotional trauma and discomfort and his fingers were hovering near his ears, ready to plug shut them if necessary.
A sly, almost proud grin crossed Nadia’s face. “What’s the matter, Michael? Does this make you uncomfortable? Is there something you’d like to
share with me?”
Michael sighed in defeat and lowered his hands and eyes so that he was looking at the floor while he crammed his hands down in his jean pickets. “I’m not gay,” he said in a quiet tone.
“Uh huh,” Nadia said in a knowing manner. Slowly, Michael looked back up to her and saw that her lips were twitching slightly, almost as though she was trying not to laugh. He looked at her questioningly. “You’re in so much trouble!” she said in a taunting, sing-song voice.
Michael sighed and his whole body slumped forward. “I know,” he whimpered.
“So, are you just some sort of sick idiot or what’s the deal?” Nadia asked, folding her arms over her chest.
“No,” he said firmly. “This whole thing started as a bet… I was supposed to pretend I was gay but… it sort of got a little bit out of hand,” he said timidly.
“Um… DUH!”
“Right,” he sighed. “I never meant to hurt Syd, I swear. I….I love her,” he admitted, his voice lowering and trailing off at the end.
A smile crept across Nadia’s face. “Good, at least I don’t have to kick your sorry ass then.”
He grumbled slightly. “Tell me honestly – is there any way she’ll forgive me for this… disaster?” he asked, dreading the answer.
“Well,” she sighed, placing her hand upon his shoulder. “You’re in some deep felgercarb Mike, but there’s a chance for recovery and I’m gonna help you because despite this ginormous lie, you’re a good guy and you’re good for my sister.”
“Thanks,” he smiled softly. “So… how’d you figure it out anyway? And how long have you known?”
“That you weren’t gay?” she asked. He nodded, confirming her question. “Oh well,” she laughed softly. “I knew you weren’t gay the moment I talked to you at my birthday party. My gaydar is unmatchable.”
“Oh,” he laughed softly.
“But then at Christmas, my suspicions were confirmed by the way you looked at Sydney during the whole meal,” she told him with a smile. He blushed slightly and looked away. “Just, uh… well, whenever you tell her
don’t do it in public and don’t do it where there is a potential for hazardous objects to be thrown at you and then after she blows up – which she will blow up - give her at least two days to calm down before you start begging for forgiveness.”
“Thanks,” he groaned, knowing her information wasn’t the most helpful. Nadia shrugged, but before she could speak again, Sydney came out of the bathroom.
“Hey… what were you guys talking about?” Sydney asked.
“Nothing,” they both said quickly. Sydney looked at them suspiciously. “Well, uh…. I asked Mike to tell me about having sex with other men,” Nadia told her bluntly.
Sydney looked horrified and smacked her sister with her purse. “Nadia! That’s like the most inappropriate question ever,
Jesus. Do people come up to you and ask you how you have sex?!”
“Well, actually…,” she began with a sly grin that earned her another smack from her sister.
“I’m so sorry,” Sydney apologized to Michael. “My sister is socially deformed.”
“It’s okay,” he laughed. “I ignored her.”
“Good,” Sydney said firmly. “Let’s go then.” She grabbed Michael’s hand and gave her sister a glare before pulling him out of the apartment with her. “I am SO sorry about her,” she apologized once more once they were walking towards his car.
“It’s okay really. I know Nadia is… Nadia,” he laughed softly.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry… that’s just so disgusting,” she shivered. Then immediately she tried to backtrack, “I mean… it’s not just that that’s gross I mean not that that’s gross… I mean I don’t want to hear
anyone describe how they have sex
ever… I’m just going to shut up now,” she whimpered while turning pink.
“I understand,” he told her. “No biggie. Let’s just go and get the information on the newest, most high tech, coolest inventions in crocheting.”
“You’re mocking me,” she accused.
“Me?” he smiled innocently. “Never.”
Chapter 17
“Jeez Syd, what’s with you? You look like you’re about to kill the TV,” Nadia commented at her sister’s scowl.
“What?” Sydney asked distantly. “Oh… yeah… no,” she sighed. She wasn’t about to kill the TV, but she was about to kill someone, namely herself. Well, maybe that was a slight exaggeration, but she was definitely having one of those ‘I really don’t like myself’ moments.
“What’s up, sis?” Nadia asked in a serious and concerned tone.
“Well...,” Sydney began cautiously as she picked at the seams on the pillow in her lap. “Remember how I told you about my crush on Michael and how you said that if it was just a crush it would go away.”
“Yeah…,” Nadia said slowly.
Sydney whimpered and fell forward so that her face was buried in the pillow. “It’s not just a crush.”
“It’s not?” Nadia asked.
Sydney tilted her head to the side so that she could look at her sister. “I… I think I love him,” she croaked before whimpering once more and cramming her face down into the pillow.
Nadia didn’t react for a moment. She was contemplating the best response that would bode the best for all parties involved. “Well… it might not be as bad as you think…”
“Are you kidding me?!” Sydney wailed. “I’m in love with a gay man. GAY!!! He’s gay as in he likes people with stubble and man parts not makeup and boobs!”
Nadia couldn’t help but crack a smile at this. “It’s not funny!” Sydney screeched.
“I know, I know,” Nadia sighed. “Wait… didn’t you tell me like forever ago that Michael might have been bi not just gay?” Nadia asked, hoping that this hopeful idea would buy enough time for Michael to get the guts – or in this case balls – to break the truth to her.
“Well… yeah,” Sydney said cautiously. “But, he might not even like me, you know?”
“Or, he might be scared that you don’t like him,” Nadia pointed out. Sydney looked uncertain. “Look, one of you is going to have to be the bigger person and bring this up. I’m not saying it has to be you and I’m not saying it has to be tomorrow, but no matter what, it has to happen or you’ll both be miserable.”
“Oooor,” Sydney began hopefully. “I can just wait it out and hope my feelings go away.”
“Syd, how long have you known Michael?” Nadia asked her.
“Um, not quite six months,” Sydney told her.
“And how long have you liked him…,” Nadia led.
Sydney’s face fell. “Damn it, I’m screwed. Why do I have to love him?!” she whimpered and flung herself down onto the sofa once more.
“Well… he’s perfect,” Nadia muttered, almost bitterly. “I mean, I’d marry him… lord knows I’ve married worse,” Nadia shivered.
“Oh,” Sydney sat up straight, feeling slightly brighter. “That reminds me… I forgot to ask. When
was the last time you spoke to Eric Weiss?” she asked with a grin. Nadia turned visibly paler and gulped; Sydney burst out laughing.
“How…,” Nadia croaked.
“Eric’s Michael’s best friend… or close friend rather,” Sydney smiled.
“Oh,” Nadia laughed slightly. “What a small world…”
“Yes, it really is. So, how does the former Mrs. Weiss feel about her short-term spouse?” Sydney grinned.
Nadia shivered and grimaced. “Let’s just say a high volume of alcohol will do amazing things to a person.”
“Clearly,” Sydney laughed. “But you know what’s even funnier? Eric hit on me.”
“Well… that’s sorta funny, but Eric hits on anything female that breathes,” Nadia pointed out.
“True,” Sydney sighed.
“You know what you should do? Invite Michael to your high school reunion.” Nadia told her.
“Oh, I don’t know…” Sydney sighed. “I feel bad dragging him along to everything…”
“Why? He doesn’t seem to mind it. Besides, he’s pretended to be your boyfriend before,” Nadia pointed out.
“Exactly my point,” Sydney sighed as she began picking at the pillow fabric once more. “I mean… if that isn’t horrible for my crush slash love whatever it is, I don’t know what is… it’s
bad Nadia, really, really bad.”
“I know that,” Nadia said as she rubbed her sister’s back soothingly. “But, think about the alternative. Johnny Assmunch mocking you for an entire weekend.”
Sydney grimaced. “I can’t handle that.”
“So take Michael. Johnny won’t be able to say a word,” Nadia smiled at her. Sydney gave her a half smile in return, but she was still unsure.
~*~
“So, uh,” Sydney began with a nervous laugh. “You’re totally going to hate me when I ask you this but-”
Michael looked over at her and smiled, already knowing what she was about to say. “I’ll go to your reunion with you.”
Sydney gave a soft laugh as her whole body relaxed and she tucked her hair out of her face and behind her ear. “How do you do that?”
He shrugged. “I’m special.”
“You seriously won’t mind? Because I hate abusing you this way,” she said in a guilty tone.
“You’re not abusing,” he assured her. “It’s fine.”
“We’ll have to share a hotel room for one night,” she warned.
“I’ll make sure to bring my hazmat suit,” he teased with a grin.
“Michael stop!!” she whined. “I’m serious.”
“I know and you’re so cute when you’re all worried,” he pointed out with a grin. She sighed helplessly. “I’m telling you, it’s not a big deal. I’ll be your perfectly handsome doctor boyfriend. The one who is going to propose next month on a beach in Hawaii. The one who you’re going to have to beautiful children with. The one that will make all the whores that teased you in high school insanely jealous because their once good looking quarterback boyfriend turned husband now has a massive beer belly and refuses to get out of his La-Z-Boy.”
Sydney smiled softly as her heart fluttered, wishing all those things would come true. “You know a therapist would have a field day with me… fabricating all those things just to prove those freaks I’m better when I’m really not.”
Michael reached over and tilted her head up with the tip of his forefinger. “You are better… and as long as there are no therapists in your class, I think we’re home free,” he winked.
She laughed softly, leaned over and hugged him. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he whispered back.
“Thank you for being the best friend I’ve ever had,” she told him quietly.
He squeezed her a bit tighter. “Right back at ya.”
