Chapter 3
	Wiping the beads of sweat from my forehead, I set my guitar back in its case, and then swinging it over my back, hopped down off the stage. Glancing around, I shook my head at the lack of response we’d gotten. These people just didn’t understand art. I poured out my heart and soul, and they were fucking concerned about the fact that they couldn’t dance to the beat. Rolling my eyes, I made my way through the writhing bodies, and clambered up onto the nearest stool at the bar. “Can I get a vodka with cranberry juice?” I asked, setting my guitar down on the floor next to me. “Sure thing.” “Thanks.” “Brian?” Turning slightly, I spotted Stefan struggling through the crowd to get to me. Shocked, I blinked several times. I’d never in my wildest dreams believed that he’d *actually* come…but yet here he was, currently taking the seat next to me. “Hey.” He said sounding slightly breathless. “Um…hey.” I accepted the drink from the bartender. “I didn’t think you’d come.” Stefan blushed slightly. “Well to be honest, I wasn’t going to...” “What changed your mind?” I asked, sipping on my drink. Stefan glanced away and then down at his hands. “Oh I don’t know.” I may be shite at reading people, but I *can* tell when people are lying. And Stefan was shite at it. I wasn’t going to push the subject, however. I nodded and remained silent, figuring that if he wanted to talk he would. “So I was listening to your music…” I looked up at him. “It was brilliant.” He grinned nervously. I laughed. “Really?” “Yeah! It was like—” He struggled with the words for a minute before giving up. “It was brilliant.” He nodded. “I mean I really like what you’re doing. Your guitar playing just blew me away.” Despite myself I blushed slightly. “Thanks.” “I was thinking…maybe…we could do something together?” I blinked. “What?” He blushed again. I couldn’t ever remember him blushing like this at school… “Like we could work on some music together…I mean Lucille and Charlie are great and all, but there’s just not chemistry with us. Our music is just so different. But yours…for some reason I just feel like I click with your music on a whole new level.” He cleared his throat and turned to the bartender. “Can I get a vodka?” I smiled slightly to myself. Great minds think alike, eh? He swivelled his chair back towards me again. “So what do you say?” I grinned. “Sounds like a plan. I really don’t like these guys too much.” I jerked my head towards the stage. “Bunch of homophobic pricks.” I rolled my eyes. It didn’t even occur to me that Stefan didn’t already know I was gay. I mean everyone at school had picked on me relentlessly for it…Stefan was quiet at this. He took a big gulp of his vodka and then turned to me. “Brian…about that…I—I think *I’m* gay.” I couldn’t help it…my mouth dropped. *What?* Stefan Olsdal? Stefan Olsdal, the giant Swede who was captain of the basketball team and as straight as they came? *Gay*? I think I ogled at him for a good few minutes before I finally came to my senses. “Well I’m bisexual...” I said faintly. Stefan looked slightly relieved. “I thought you were…I mean…” He blushed for the millionth time. “Not that I was judging you or anything…just in school you know…you were pretty obvious about it…” He sighed and then after a moments hesitation said, “That—that’s partially why I came. I mean Lucille and Charlie don’t know, and I just can’t take Lucille trying to flirt with me anymore.” I laughed at this. He looked up at me. “Sorry.” I amended quickly. “I just noticed that at the station. I put your lack of interest down to you liking bigger tits than hers or something…” Stefan made a face, making me laugh again. “No…sorry.” He took a sip of his vodka. “You know how most boys go through that ‘girls are icky, girls have cooties’ stage? Yeah, well I don’t think I ever grew out of that.” I grinned. “S’ok, I don’t like big tits either.” Stefan grinned. “Glad we agree on that.” I nodded happily. “Yep. I like my girls boyish. And I like my boys girlish.” Stefan laughed slightly nervously. “I—I don’t know really, what I like.” I shrugged. “That’s alright, Stef. We’ll find out before too long.” He held up my glass and winked. “Cheers.” ***The girls are cooties line actually came from my good friend Dillon. We were having a convo about when he first knew he was gay, and he said that. It made me fall over laughing so hard. :D
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