Yup, I'm gay. Gay gay gay gayyyyy. If you have a problem with it, just stop reading this and go jump in a lake because it's the twenty-first century and you really have to grow up.

Anyway, let me tell you how I met the love of my life.

When I was 20 years old, (already out of the closet and everything) I was in a dance club in LA called Flow. The lights were changing colors, the music was making everyone half-deaf, and clumps of sweaty, writhing, drunk bodies were jumping about. You know, normal dance club scene.

I was at the bar, sitting at one of the stools, and I asked for a gin and tonic. I was one of the last people at the bar, everyone else on the dance floor, turning whip and nae naes to whip and no nos. Two more people were at the bar, that I had noticed absentmindedly. As I waited for my drink, a voice next to me made me jump.
"Jaeden?"
I turned, expecting a fan of mine or something, but in front of me was a tall, handsome stranger. He had a mop of golden brown, dead curly hair and huge brown eyes. He was very muscular, even you could tell through the soft, old T shirt he was wearing. A pair of faded dark jeans and dark red Chucks. I did not recognize him.

"Um, have we met? Sorry..." I mumbled, my eyes glued to his scrumptious looking lips. He laughed.

"I'm Wyatt! Wyatt Oleff? Remember? We were in IT and IT 2 together when we were kids? I was Stan?" he rambled, pulling a hand through his hair, making it even more tousled, and somehow, more adorable.

It was beginning to dawn on my tipsy mind. I remember! He was actually one of my best friends! And one of my first crushes, I thought.

Then another thought boomed in my mind. He is HOT. Like, smoking. What made him so fucking sexy? Damn it.

"Uh.... Jaeden? You good?" his voice breaks through my thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry. So how did you get here?" I asked him.

"Well, I go to college here in LA. What about you?"

"I just came to party," I said. He laughed.

After a bit more small talk and the ritual of the awkward hug and supposedly "ice breaking" puns, we exchanged numbers and he had to go, a simple "keep in touch" thrown over his shoulder as he walked away into the cloud of dancing humans. One thought entered my mind as I sipped at my gin and tonic.

Wow, what an ass he has.

Oh, and.....

I was going to make him mine.