Virgin Summer: How to Give Your Friend a
Heart Attack!
by KatiKat
My name is Heero Yuy and Iīm a
completely normal 16-years-old. I live with my father and my twin brother who was
born 26 minutes earlier than me and thus was bestowed with the dubious
privilege of inheriting our fatherīs name - Odin (I once asked my father where his
parents got this name from and he admitted that his mother - my grandmother - a
high school teacher, had a weird fetish for Nordic gods. Thatīs probably the
reason why our uncle answers to the name Loki, eh?). I go to the high school in
our little coastal town, I do sports and am quite obsessed with computers. So,
you see - a rather normal guy.
And I have lots of friends, too - you
know, being a baseball star and stuff (not that Iīm trying to show off or anything,
simply stating the facts here) - but thatīs beside the point. The reason why
Iīm talking to you here is because of my best friend. One, Duo Maxwell.
You see, I have known Duo for... well, forever.
I must admit I donīt remember not knowing him. He lives with his parents in the
house next to ours. His brother started to study at university last year. He
wants to be... uh, Iīm not sure what he wants to be right now. Three years ago,
it was his dream to be a doctor. Two years ago, he wanted to be some sort of
engineer. But I think he will end up being a lawyer, just like his father.
But Duoīs family is not what is important
here. I wanted to talk about Duo. As I said, we have been friends forever. He
is closer to me than my own flesh and blood. I can talk to him about anything.
Even about sex and stuff like that.
And thatīs were things get rather
complicated. You see, Iīm heterosexual through and through. But Duo is not.
Heterosexual, I mean. He is gay and proud of it. How do I know? Well, he told
me. On his 12th birthday. We were sitting in the garden, it was getting dark
and suddenly he looked at me through his bangs and said: "Iīm gay."
I remember blinking once, then turning
to him. He had this vulnerable expression on his face but the reason escaped
me. So, I looked at him and said: "Okay." And that was it. I mean, so
what? He is gay, Iīm not. He looked quite shocked at my answer, then incredibly
pleased. Til this day, I donīt understand what his problem was. Boggles the
mind.
Now, as I said, my best friend is gay.
My girlfriends find it really "cool". I started to date, you see? At
first not, though. It was only me and Duo, doing the best-friends-things. And
the world was perfect. Then I started to date and Duo remained single.
Everything was still perfect. Then I began to have sex, but Duo stayed virgin,
waiting for Mr Right. Which was more than perfect since I canīt imagine him
with anybody. Not dating, not holding hands nor kissing and especially - for
heavenīs sake - NOT having SEX! See me shudder here. Why? Well, heīs mine...
err, my best friend, right? I donīt want to share him with anybody. Donīt ask
me why since there is no logical answer to it. Iīm a selfish teenager. īNough
said.
So, Iīm dating, having sex, doing lotsa
cool things with my virginal gay best friend and the world is the coolest place
to live. Right? Wrong! Actually, I would agree with the 'right' thing... but
only until this summer and the last day of school. That was when Duo almost
gave me a heart attack.
*-*-*-*-*-*
"I decided to lose my virginity
this summer!"
I started to choke as my cola went down
the wrong way. Duo, who had been until then lying on the grass next to me, sat
up and pounded me on the back.
"Better?" he asked when I
finally managed take a wheezing breath.
"Yeah," I rasped, then turned
to him fully. "Did you say what I think you said?"
Duo nodded happily, closed his eyes and
lifted his freckled nose in the sun. "Yep. Iīm going to lose my virginity
this summer. Ive made up my mind and nothing is going to change it!"
I blinked at him stupidly. "And
what about Mr Right?"
Duo looked at me, his long braid
swinging from side to side as he bounced excitedly in the place. "Thatīs
where you fit in my plan."
I lifted my eyebrows. "Come
again?"
My best friend took my hands in his, his
violet eyes twinkling merrily. "Youīre going to help me find the man of my
dreams!"
*-*-*-*-*
So, my virginal gay best friend, asked
me, a not-so-virginal, heterosexual guy, to help him find Mr Right who he will
then invite to his bed and let the man take his virginity. And with my
blessing!
You see, thatīs how the longest summer
in my life began...!
TBC