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some of the other guys at school.” It was somewhat the truth. I just happened to leave out the part about Peter offering me school gossip in return for a blow job.
    “Oh,” was all he said. He bit down on his lip. I took another minute to study him, and I focused on his lips. They were a sweet pink, although a little chapped—probably from biting down on it so much.
    “I’m Ryan.” I extended my hand instead of molesting his lips.
    “Brandon.” He shook my hand with a strong grip. He was small, but I could see the muscles in his forearm flex when he shook my hand. It was like a hidden surprised.
    “So, Brandon, what year are you?” I tried for small talk since Brandon looked like he was ready to dart.
    “Senior. You?” He put his hands in his pockets and shifted on his feet.
    “Same. I’m counting down the days until graduation. First seventeen years were nice, but it’s time to experience what else is out there. There’s a lot of Ryan to share with the world. I want to make sure no one misses out on all of this yummy goodness.”
    Then it happened. Brandon’s lips parted to reveal a brilliant smile. What made me lose my breath, though, were his dimples. My dick twitched, and I silently prayed to the boner gods I wouldn’t wave the stiff flag in front of this guy.
    “Your ego seems to be pretty solid,” Brandon said.
    “Nah, just trying to make you smile.”
    Brad Pitt screamed: No, no, no, Ryan! What the hell are you doing? No flirting with the straight boys. You don’t want to scare the little bunny away. You did your heroic duties for today, although you were stupid to go against my advice. Go back to Peter, where you are guaranteed action.
    “I think it worked,” he said, gifting me with another smile
    Ha, take that, Brad Pitt!
    “Good. Do you want to head to Carrie’s for something to eat? I’m starved.” I rubbed my stomach for extra effect. Brandon beamed like I just offered him a shiny new car.
    “That would be great. Thanks.”
    I bent down to help Brandon pick up his books, and together we put them into his backpack. The thing must have weighed three times Brandon’s body weight by the time everything was in there.
    “What else besides books do you have in here? You’re not a secret murderer and hide severed body parts in here, are you?” I helped him put the bag on around his arms.
    He chuckled. “No, it’s just my books for classes. I’m in all advance placement classes, so there’s a lot of material to carry around,” he said as started toward the sidewalk.
    “Ah, so you’re cute and smart.”
    Brad Pitt smacked his forehead, and Steve Buscemi cackled an evil laugh while rubbing his hands together.
    Brandon halted and looked at me. Shit, why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut? “Sorry, I didn’t mean—”
    “Oh no, it’s okay.” Brandon blushed. “I guess I’m just not used to people giving me compliments.”
    “What? Your parents never pinch your cheeks and tell you what a cute kid you are?”
    Brandon’s eyes fell, and he studied his feet.
    “I guess my parents aren’t the most affectionate people,” he said so quietly I almost missed the comment.
    “Well, I guess I’ll just have to tell you how fantastic you are all the time.”
    He looked back up at me and huffed. “How could you possibly say that? You don’t even know me. We’ve only been talking for the past few minutes.”
    “Then we need to fix that, won’t we?” I said, smiling as we continued to walk.
    Brandon stroked his hand through his shaggy locks and smiled back at me. He looked at me for a minute as if I passed his inspection for friendship.
    “Yeah, I guess we do.”

 

     
    The bell jingled overhead as Ryan and I stepped through the door of the diner. It was a small place with red vinyl booths and round cozy tables. Chickens seemed to be the theme because the place was inundated with all kinds of chicken paraphilia. The hostess greeted us and led us to a booth. I took the seat looking