>>66766168 >"Nona my humie!" I cringe a bit at Reed's casual racism. Should be used to it by now, between him and Naser. >"Reeeeed." I play along at least >"Fang and Trish are busy this afternoon. Wanna hang?" I have to consider his meaning here. His scatterbrain surely just means hanging. >"I guess, what'd you have in mind?" I cautiously accept. I'm not looking to get hooked on carfe. >"Video games and a variety of flavors of horrible snack food. You in?" He's speaking my language >"Sure." I start to ask at how I'm getting over there but he steps in before I can. >"I've got the van today, come by the parking lot after." I nod to him but end up asking a different question instead. >"So what're the other bandies up to today?" >"Venue searching. Gotta find somewhere to actually play." >"I see." I play with the idea of them not inviting Reed to search but he'd probably need several carfe breaks. >Lunch ends and the afternoon starts. I spy Reed and his van. It's gray and beat to shit and back. Might as well be a rolling scrapyard. >The window rolls down. "Hop on in Nona!" >I shrug and open the passenger door. It takes some force. The whole van is sweet smelling. Almost nauseating. Reed cranks the radio up and rolls us to his house. It's a bit more normal than what I'd expected but I push that notion out of my head. No need to be rude. >We arrive and head on in, up to Reed's room. A flash of nervousness hits me as I've never been in a dudes room before. It's...cleaner than I'd expected. >He gestures for me to take a seat in a bean bag. I happily oblige and get tossed a bag of fattening chips and a controller. >We get started. Can't say I'm too great at Claws of Duty but it plays close enough to Rock Ring that I have no problems picking it up. >All the while we're making small talk, nothing serious. Suddenly Reed makes an offhanded comment. >"So how're you and Naser?" This strikes me as odd. cont.
>>66769415 >"Me and Naser? What?" >Reed turns to look at me, his eyes red. "Oh are you two not-" he clamps his mouth shut. Hard. >"my big fucking snout..." he mutters to himself, looking very upset. >"It's cool dude but yeah we're not a thing. Why'd you think we were?" I have a need to know. >"It wouldn't be right for me to say." he looks away >"Reeeeed. Cmon man." I prod at him, poking his side. >"Don't... don't say tell anyone you heard this from me. Promise me." he looks at me, rather seriously. >"Scout's honor." >He sighs "Naser's kind've got a thing for you." >Him? He's literally perfect. The hell would he want with me? >"Really?" I don't believe him >"Yeah..." Reed scratches the back of his head and trails off >"But isn't he dating Naomi?" I remember >"Look you didn't hear that from me, okay? Do what you will with that." he turns back to the game, rattled. >I struggle to get back into the flow as well. Surely there's some sort of misunderstanding. I mean I'm me of all people and he's the track team captain and general golden boy. I shake the thought out of my head. No need to dwell on idle rumors. >We finish up a few rounds and I check the time. Damn time goes fast when you're having fun. I stand and Reed rises as well. >"That was great. Gotta get home, though." >"Want me to take you?" Reed offers. Like hell i'm telling him I live in skin row. >"Nah I can just take public transportation. Thanks though." The thought still burns a hole in my head and I have to ask >"Where'd you hear that, by the way." He clams up >"Uh... from Naser." I'm about knocked on my ass by this. >"Really?" he nods. I quickly recover and wave goodbye, stepping outside. Reed doesn't look too pleased at me bringing this up again. I check the bus schedules. Should be just a few minutes before I can nab one. >I plant myself on the bench, waiting. Why'd he tell Reed of all people that? >Guess I'll just need to ask Naser directly. Butterflies flare up in my stomach at the notion