He says, It isn’t you. I’m just… He waves his hands. Lost, he says. I don’t know where I’m going. The light on the corner changes to red. It reflects off James’s pouty lips and stupidly, I’m drawn in. Desperate and helpless, I do what I’ve never had the guts to do sober, I kiss him. Quick. One kiss to stop the hemorrhaging. James freezes. Pales. Takes a step back. Oh, shit, I say. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. The whiskey threatens to come out with my words. No, Michael, he says, eyes still wide. You don’t understand. This has nothing to do with you. I just can’t…
I deliberately kept James's sexuality fluid. But I think it's natural that he and Michael would flirt with things. (and each other) Falling for your best friend is easier than not. Besides, I kind of think everyone is in love with James...
