Breeze (The Mighty Queertet: Story 3)

Chapter 21: Raining Cats and Dogs by Star

Guy’s POV
I walk Julie up to her dorm, glad to be away from the others. Portman and Fulton are cool, but they seem very worried and weren’t too forthcoming about making conversation. Charlie sulked the entire ride home, refusing to cheer up even for Bombay.

Once we’re out of hearing range of the others I mutter, “Well, that was the funnest four hours a person could have that didn’t involve tests, monsters or public nudity.”

Julie laughs. “I guess I got in the right car after all.”

“I bet you had more fun that I did,” I agree taking her hand.

“Well, Taz didn’t shut up for the entire journey—imagine, four hours and she didn’t even pause for breath. Maya was totally engrossed in writing a story and Adam was asleep the whole time.” She laughs loudly and I know there’s more to the story than that.

“What’s so funny?”

“Well, the thing is,” she giggles again. “Maya was writing her story on Adam.”

“You mean Taz was?” I ask.

“No, Maya. She wrote it all over him in permanent marker.”

I grin. “I thought she was supposed to be the sane one.”

“Well, she still is in comparison to Taz.” Julie pauses at her door, digging in her pockets for her key.

I set my bag down and put my hands on her waist, she stops searching for her key and leans against her door.

A quick glance along the hall proves we’re alone and I lean forward and kiss her. Her arms move around my neck.

I feel her sink backwards and overbalance too.

We land on the floor in an inelegant heap at someone’s feet. I realize that leaning on a door is a very stupid thing to do if there is someone behind it.

Julie and I look up and see Connie standing above us, her hand over her mouth in surprise.

“Um, hi.” Julie says apologetically.

Connie looks at her in a mixture of confusion and jealousy. “Hi,” she says quietly. “Um, I was just heading out.”

She steps over the two of us, still sprawled on the floor, and runs down the hall.

Ok, so Connie hasn’t been the nicest person recently, but I feel bad about the way she found out about Julie and me.

Julie is biting her lip nervously, I guess she feels the same way. She shifts awkwardly and I realize that I’m still lying on top of her.

“Sorry.” I mutter, getting up and offering her my hand. She takes it and I haul her to her feet. “We shouldn’t feel bad.” I say, more to convince myself than her. “She is with Luis.”

“No she’s not.” Julie tells me. “They’re not together… they’re just…”


“I mean, Luis is dating that cheerleader, and Connie is just… um, lonely?”

As Julie continues to babble it occurs to me that I didn’t say ‘oh’ out loud. I decide to silence her with a kiss.

When I get back to my room I find Luis sprawled out on his bed reading. I have to blink several times to make sure I’m not hallucinating.

He gives me a big fake smile. “Nice holiday? Did the Queertet turn you?”

I sigh deeply. He constantly asks if they’ve turned me. “Yes, Luis. They did. I’m a raging ‘mo. Did you know they get free gifts if they turn over ten straights? There are some great prizes, and you’re first on my ‘to turn’ list!”

He pales comically. I wish I’d said that a long time ago.

“Except I probably won’t succeed.” I continue, my voice loaded with venom. “What with you dating a cheerleader and screwing Connie.”

“What’s it to you if I am?” He snaps, but looks surprised that I know.

“She may not be the most open minded person, but she’s fundamentally good, which is better than you. If you don’t want her, leave her alone.”

“Guy, she’s not your girl any more. You don’t get to say who she can and can’t see.” He replies smugly.

“No, but I could probably beat you up just as a warning,” I say. I’ve no idea where that came from, I’m not a violent person. “And don’t forget that the Bash Brothers are my friends, and they’re just looking for an excuse to pound you.”

Luis pales again. This day isn’t a complete wash out.

“I’ll think about it.” He mutters glumly.

“Do more than that.” I advise.

The Girl, Official stalker of Carla, Tangible Muse and Bod Who Generally Fixes the Mean Nasty Coding That Makes Carla Cry (After Having Broken It In The First Place)

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