thefunhasarrived
"Want to go to Chipotle for dinner?" "Sure." "Well, where do you want to go?" "I said sure."
My breath catches when I see them. Flowers -whole fields of them- sprouting from the flames. I see a new world in the dancing reds and yellows and oranges, a new world cleansed of darkness.
The walk to the waiting room is always the hardest part. The parents are waiting and they know what the odds were, yet never did they imagine they wouldn't turn out in their favor. This is just procedure. This isn't the first time and won't be the last that I must deliver this news.
That was probably him flirting, right? Straight guys don't just do that kind of things to gay guys, right? Actually, I'm probably wrong. That isn't what's actually happening no matter how much I want it to be.