I unlocked my front door and pulled it open. Gage glanced up at us in annoyance and shouldered his way by me.

                “Nice to see you too Gage,” I said, raising an eyebrow at him as I shut the door.

                “Yea, yea, yea. I don’t know why I bother ringing the doorbell when I come here. I need to remember to bring the key from now on,” Gage said in annoyance as he slipped his shoes off.

                “You’re the one who stole our spare key?!” I cried.

                Gage paused. “Whoops. Did I say that? Travie, you know I would never do such a thing,” he said, shooting me an innocent smile.

                I rolled my eyes. “My mom wants that key back. She’s paranoid about who stole it.”

                “Well, she can continue being paranoid. Clearly, I need it,” Gage said, crossing his arms and glaring at me. “When I ring the doorbell, it’s not because I’m checking to see if it works.”

                “We were outside on the trampoline with the music on!” I whined.

                “I don’t care if you’re making sweet, sweet love to Dora. When I ring that doorbell, you answer!” Gage snapped impatiently before storming upstairs.

                I sighed and Gav and I followed him into the living room. He dropped on one of my couches and took the remote, turning on the TV and scrolling through Netflix.

                “Where’s Rose?” Gav asked, dropping next to Gage on the couch.

                I felt a pang of jealousy and sat down on Gage’s other side. Rose was Gage’s cousin, and she was absolutely beautiful. Gav always flirted with her, and I never knew if he was serious or not when he did it.

                Gage shrugged at him. “Don’t know, don’t care. She’s not my responsibility,” he said flatly.

                “She can be my responsibility,” Gav said with a wink.

                “Gross bro. She’s my cousin,” Gage said, punching Gav in the shoulder.

                “Gage, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. I have medomalacuphobia, and you make me deflate faster than a popped balloon,” I said, pointing in the general direction of my front door.

                Gage pouted. “But-”

                “Medo.”

                “I-”

                “Mala.”

                “Seriou-”

                “Cu.”

                “Tra-”

                “Phobia.”

                “Travis Blake stop it!” Gage cried in frustration. He crossed his arms and glared at me. “I am a god amongst men. My impossibly sexy looks put even Alex Pettyfer to shame.”

                “And your height makes the seven dwarves jealous,” I said and Gav snickered.

                Gage flipped me off and glared again. “I am not short!” he whined.

                “Sure. And I’m secretly a toaster,” Gav said with a shrug.

                “I wish you were. I would stick my bread into you,” I said with a wink, not entirely joking.

                “Oh baby!” Gav cried, shooting a wink back at me.

                “You guys are faggots. And that’s coming from the gay one of the group,” Gage grumbled, rolling his eyes.

                Yea, Gage was openly gay. I wasn’t worried about Gav judging me. He obviously wouldn’t, since he didn’t judge Gage. But I just didn’t want to screw up our friendship. That was my biggest fear, and the main reason I was in the closet gay.

                “Did you guys know that 1,667 one dollar bills have enough cocaine on them to get someone high?” Gav asked randomly.

                Gage and I rolled our eyes at him. Gav was literally overflowing with random, useless facts. He would randomly spew out one of those facts every once in a while.

                “Someone shut him up before I get annoyed,” Gage said.

                I slapped a hand over Gav’s mouth and Gav pouted. He licked my hand violently, but I ignored it, used to it by now.

                “So, are we going to swim, or did I come here to watch him give your hand a blow job?” Gage asked, raising an eyebrow.

                “Whatever. Let’s swim,” I said, pulling my hand away from Gav’s mouth and wiping it on his cheek.

                “DEAUGH! MY CHEEK!” he cried in horror, rubbing at it desperately.

                “It’s your own spit, Gavin. Now quit being weird and let’s swim,” Gage said.

                We changed and went outside to my pool. I put my speakers on and Kick Out The Epic Motherfucker began to blast out.

                I jumped in the pool and Gavin and Gage copied me. We began to swim around and rock out to the music.

                “So, time for the usual. Boys, who do you have your eyes on?” Gage asked after a while of us swimming around.

                “Rose, of course,” Gav said with a wink.

                See, these were the times when I couldn’t tell if Gav was kidding or not. If he really had a crush on Rose, or if he just said it to piss Gage off.

                “Gross. Go crush on your own cousin. Anyways, who are you after Trav?” Gage asked, leaning against the edge of the pool.

                I shrugged, a bit uncomfortably. “I don’t like anyone right now,” I lied as casually as I possibly could.

                “Liar,” Gage said, his eyes going bright with excitement. “Who do you like?”

                “No one!” I argued. “I don’t like anyone!”

                “Yea, yea! And I’m the queen of Egypt!” Gav said, jumping at me. He grabbed my shoulders and a goofy grin spread across his face. “Who do you like Trav?!”

                “I don’t like anyone,” I said, pushing Gav off of me and pouting at my two best friends.

                “Fine, we’ll let it drop for now. But we’ll get it out of you eventually,” Gage said with a smug grin.

                “Well fine shrimp. Who do you like?” I shot.

                “I am not a shrimp. I’m fun sized. And while I honestly wouldn’t mind banging either of you boys, I’ve got my eyes on Vinny Miller.” He licked his lips. “Yum.”

                I rolled my eyes. “Vinny? You mean that super shy kid from class? Gage, I think you’re a little too…ah…out going for him,” I pointed out.

                Gage shrugged and grinned. “I could fix his little shyness problem. Give me five minutes with him,” he said, his grin getting wider.

                “What would you do with him in five minutes?” Gav asked in confusion.

                “Gav, you’ve got a lot to learn if you honestly have to ask me that. A lot can be done in five minutes if you know how to work a boy,” Gage said and chuckled.

                “Yea, yea. If I ever decide to play for the other team, you’ll be the first person I come to,” Gav said. He paused and then burst into laughter. “Get it? Come to? HAHA I’M SO FUNNY!”

                “Oh Gavin. What are we going to do with you?” I asked with a helpless sigh.

                “Strip me and suck me,” he said, wrapping his arms around my neck and jumping into my arms, kissing my cheek.

                “No thanks,” I said, dropping him into the water.

                He broke the surface and pouted at me. “You are a horrible best friend!” he whined.

                ‘You still love me!” I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

                “This is true. However!” he said, crossing his arms and pouting even more. “That doesn’t mean you’re not a horrible best friend!”

                I grinned at him and he sighed. “Fine. I love you Travis!” he whined.

                “You always will. Know what I mean, jelly bean?” I said.

                “Shore pretty whore,” Gav said, winking at me.

                “You guys are so weird. And it’s sure, not shore,” Gage said in annoyance.

                “Hater,” Gav and I said at the same time, flicking our hair dramatically and turning away from Gage.

                “I need new friends,” Gage said miserably.

                “Yea, yea. You love us!” Gav said brightly, turning and jumping on Gage. He ruffled Gage’s wet hair, making it stick up at odd angles.

                I laughed at Gage as he pouted and fixed his hair. “And I repeat: I need new friends,” he grumbled.

                “Well obviously. I mean, you have me and I’m clearly out of my freaking mind. And then you have Trav and he clearly has erectile dysfunction,” Gav said, slinging an arm around my shoulders.

                “Da fuq?” I asked, staring at him in confusion.

                “Well, I mean, you can look at me and have sleepovers with me and not get hard. Obviously something’s wrong with your mini me!” he cried, smacking me in the back of the head.

                I turned to Gage with a sigh. “New friends?”

                “Yes please,” he said.

                “Hey!” Gav said and pulled me into a hug. “My Travis! No one else can have him!”

                I rolled my eyes, secretly fighting off a blush. I hugged Gav back and grinned. “Gav, let’s ditch the midget,” I said. Gav grinned and nodded.

                “Hey! I’M FUN SIZED!” Gage said in frustration.

                “That’s not what your boyfriends say,” Gav said, his grin getting wider.

                “Well fuck you too then. Anyways, I’m hungry, and I smell food. Let’s go eat,” Gage said.

                We nodded in hungry agreement and swam out of the pool. We wrapped towels around ourselves before making our way into my house to eat dinner.