Connor's POV

I was sitting on our couch when Michael entered looking super fucking... well, the expression was hard to decipher. When his eyes landed on me, an amused smile spread across his face. "What's happened?" I asked. Michael let out a chuckle and joined me on the couch.

"My mothers happened," he joked. I gave him a confused look. "They're fucking calling my crush my future husband." I pushed down the spike of jealousy.

"Ah." It was all I said. Michael had told, well, in his words, warned me about his mothers. Apparently, they can get extremely fucking nosy and ask lots of questions. If I ever meet them I'll probably prepare for it. I smiled at him. "Imagine if I was your boyfriend, would I probably have to go through that with your moms?" I joked. Michael's gaze looked quizzical for a second but then he shrugged.

"Yeah, most likely, but if we were boyfriends I'm sure my moms would love you. But I could be wrong." Michael's final statement seemed like more of an after thought and afterwards we just sort of looked at each other, looking equally confused. It was like we just flirted? I think? I don't fucking know. I can't flirt to save my life anyways. Michael cleared his throat. "Well um, anyways.." I stood up and looked at Michael.

"Do you want to go anywhere today?" I asked, running a hand through my hair. Michael looked up at me.

"Sure," he said with a smile and stood up. "Where to?"

"I don't really know. Maybe Á La Mode? It's an ice cream place Jared, Evan and I usually go to." For some reason I felt embarrassed. Which is fucking ridiculous, since it's not really something to be embarrassed about but maybe my crush was playing into the embarrassment but what do I know? Michael was just smiling.

"Sure!" He replied. "Though, you're gonna have to give me the directions as I don't know where the hell it is." He disappeared into his room briefly to get the car keys. We then walked into the parking lot and immediately found Michael's car. Once inside the car, I gave him the directions and he drove off. The car was quiet as the radio wasn't on but I didn't honestly care whether there was music or not. Once we were there I turned to Michael.

"Here we are," I said and got out of the car. Michael followed and then followed me inside. I led him over to the seat Jared, Evan and I usually sat at. "It's small, but I like it." Michael nodded but didn't say anything, I figured he probably had nothing to say in return. I glanced around the Á La Mode, besides us, there was only one other table. I then turned back to Michael. "Don't your moms get annoying after a while?" I asked.

"YES," Michael sighed and I chuckled. "What about your parents? How do they react to your crushes? Do they go absolutely crazy and say that they'll be your future husband/wife?" I gazed at him.

"My parents don't care. Like at all. The worst they'll do is ask who they are. Though, I've never really actually told them about my crushing on them, I don't really know how to bring it up to be honest, especially if that person happens to be male. It's not that they don't know I'm bi, I just... my dad can be intimidating sometimes. He's not like a piece of shit or anything, he's not, just.. the thought of telling him makes me anxious for some reason sometimes." I looked at the ceiling. "And... back in senior of high school I wasn't exactly the.... happiest. Or the... most cooperative." My fingers were rubbing the table. Michael put his hand on mine.

"That's okay," was all he said. He then looked around the parlour. "Should we like order? Or do you order in things like these?" I chuckled.

"Yes, you do order," I answered. "Hang on." I got up to get the 'menu' it was more a list of all the damn ice cream flavours. "Here, every single damn ice cream they have. Yes, they have like, fifteen fucking flavours." Michael's eyes widened.

"And I was here thinking the only ice cream that existed was vanilla, chocolate and strawberry," Michael's tone clearly indicated that he was joking. He looked up at me as I sat back in the seat. "What do you usually get?"

"I usually just get vanilla, boring, I know," I joked. Michael giggled at me. As I waited for a waitron to appear, yes, this fucking parlour did have fucking waitrons for a damn ice cream place, I could hear the other table talking to each other. Though they were only really a few tables away, I couldn't understand what they were saying as it was in a different language that sounded like Spanish.

"Oh hey, Connor," a voice said suddenly behind  me, causing me to freeze. I turned around to face the freckled, brown-eyed face of my former.. did we even fade apart? Friend, Miguel. When he saw Michael, his friendly smile changed into more of smirk, but nowhere near one that Jared would have. "Hey," he said.

"Uh.. hey?" Michael sounded extremely confused.

"I'm Miguel," he said.

"Oh. I'm Michael. I'm Connor's friend and roommate at the college we go to," he said, still looking confused. Miguel looked between us. My eyes were wide and there was an awkward expression on my face. Miguel smiled at him.

"Miguel, can you please leave? You kinda interrupted something," I said through clenched teeth. Miguel looked between us again and blinked. Then, he backed away.

"Sorry. I'll leave now." He turned around to back to his table. I sighed and sank into my seat.

"Miguel was my best friend in tenth grade," I said afterwards. Michael looked at me. "He was  also the reason I found out I was bi."

"Wow. You know Jeremy? I had feelings for him in middle school." I smiled out of amusement.

"And let me assume, it was also torture?" I asked with a joking tone and Michael nodded vigorously.

"I think you can answer that yourself," he laughed. After that, we ordered and eventually had our ice cream before returning to our dorm.

This is really just a filler chapter to try and get me out of Writer's Block