So, I met this guy in the lounge.
He seemed really nice, but was always nervous.
We cuddled for a while, then he kissed me.
On thing lead to another, then, he was in my bed with my cock up his ass.
After the whole thing was over, he told me he needed to think it over and such.
I told him he can think all he wants.
One thing I forgot to mention, if he doesn't make up his mind, I'm going to make up my own mind.
So... uh, I went outside to get some fresh air, and I bumped into the guy I feel in love with the first time I saw him.
Ok, he almost tripped over me.
Same Difference.
We talked for a while, he held me, due to the coldness outside.
Then I let it slip, I left the fucking truth slip.
I told him, I love him. [I didn't say it, but I mouthed it. He caught it.]
I was scared, I've never actually done that before, but it turns out, that he loves me too.
I was overwhelmed.
It was amazing.
I was relieved.
But I don't know if anything serious is going to happen between the both of us... right now anyway.
Now, I have no fucking clue how I'm going to tell the other guy.
He's been rejected a few too many times.
And I don't want to be apart of that list.
God, I fucking hate this.
God really hates me.
I thought it was over between Quinn and I.
And I was lonely, hoping I'd meet someone who liked me.
Andy was the guy that happened to be there.
Now everything is fucked.
If I tell them, most likely I'd lose them both.
I don't want that.
I'd rather be dead, if I lost them both.