So Called Chaos
by Jason Rimbaud
Instalment Two: Embrace the Chaos
Copyright©2006 Chaotic Life
Putting the last dish in the dishwasher, Steven took one last look around the kitchen. Seeing everything was in its proper place, he grabbed a Dr. Pepper from the refrigerator before heading into the living room where his parents were watching TV.
Flopping into a chair, he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. "Don't worry. He'll call." His mother said with a smile. "He's probably flirting with some girl and forgot about you."
"He'd better not." Steven blurted, realizing how that sounded. He added, "He's the only way I have to get there."
"I remember when I was in school." His father said, rubbing his chin with a thoughtful expression on his face. "My best friend Bobby used to do that all the time. Don't get me wrong, Bobby was a very responsible lad but the moment he saw a pretty face, his IQ dropped twenty points. And that's a lot considering he only had a 97."
"You're both eighteen now." Lynn said in a matter of fact tone that could only mean she was about to start lecturing him about something. "It can't be like it's always been. You'll meet a girl. Aaron will meet a girl. You'll grow apart. It's only natural."
"And what about college?" David interrupted. "I once forgot my best friend in the middle of New York City for twelve hours because I wanted to impress this girl."
"I remember this story." Lynn interjected. "Didn't he get robbed twice?"
"No. Only once. But he did score some of the best weed."
"David. Not in front of Steven." Lynn scolded.
"Come on dear, the boy isn't a lad anymore. It won't kill him to know we used to smoke pot. It was the sixties for god's sake." David said with a wink to his son.
"I never..."
"Don't lie to the boy Lynn."
Turning to look at his mother, Steven asked, "Is it true? Did you and dad smoke pot?"
Her face turning red, Lynn stood up and walked over to the bookcase, pretending to look at the titles. "I tried it once. But I never inhaled."
"Just like Bill Clinton." Steven said with a laugh. "But if you had it to do all over again would you inhale?"
At that moment, Steven's cell phone started ringing. He shook his head at his mother and answered it. "Hello."
"Are you ready?" Aaron asked.
"Not really. I think I should talk a bit more with my mom." Steven said with a wink to his father.
Lynn walked over and grabbed the phone from his hand, saying, "Aaron, come over here and get this boy out of my sight before I lose my mind."
"Anything for you Mamma Carter."
Shutting the phone, Lynn handed it back to her son saying, "He's on his way. You should get ready."
"I am ready. Now about this pot." Steven folded his arms and stared at her.
"I swear David. I don't know why I married you sometimes."
"Dear?"
"Yes."
"How can someone be robbed twice in one day?" His father asked with a confused look on his face. "You would think the first time he got robbed they would have taken everything."
"David..."
"Bye mom and dad. Don't wait up." Steven called out over his shoulder as he grabbed his coat and walked out the front door.
"You be home by midnight." His mother shouted out as the door closed.
Walking down the driveway, he stopped by the mailbox. Making sure to zip his coat up, he waited for Aaron, softly whistling.
A few minutes later, he heard the familiar sound of Aaron's car. A few seconds later, the Mustang pulled into view. Not waiting for the car to stop, he opened the door, saying, "You have no idea how glad I am to..." He stopped in mid-sentence. There sitting in the passengers seat was his nemesis. His archrival, the beautiful and very voluptuous Sara Parker who had a crush on Aaron since their freshman year. "Hi Sara."
"You're so glad to what?" She asked, twirling a lock of her blonde hair around one finger.
"That I didn't finish my sentence." Steven said giving his boyfriend a look he hoped carried all the frustration he felt.
"I tried to tell you on the phone but your mom hung up on me." Aaron explained quickly. Mouthing the words `I'm sorry'. "She came over to visit my sister and my mom thought it would be a good idea if I drove her to the party."
"Peachy." Steven said somewhat sarcastically. "I'll just get in the back then."
Sara made a show of leaning all over Aaron to make way for him to crawl into the back seat. In the process she somehow managed to grope him a few times. "Isn't this fun. The two of us all cozy."
"Yeah. Cozy." Steven said crossing his arms in the backseat.
"I don't know. From where I'm sitting it's a bit on the frosty side." Aaron stammered. Putting the car into gear, he turned around and headed towards Mindy's house.
"Get used to that feeling bucko. Weatherman says it's going to be a chilly night on into tomorrow. Expect frost." Steven said, glaring at Aaron's reflection in the rearview mirror.
"Really. I thought it was suppose to be around eighty. Can you get frost at eighty degrees?" Sara asked Aaron, looking at him intently.
"Apparently." Aaron said, before turning on the radio. "What do you want to listen too?"
"Cool 95. That's my favorite station." Sara said excitedly, randomly pushing the buttons on the stereo.
"I say 105.7 the X. I'm in the mood for some angry bang your head music." Steven blurted.
"Bang your head music?" Sara asked.
"Yeah, you know. Bang my head, bang his head, definitely bang your head." Steven said with a grimace.
"How about the River?" Aaron asked quickly. "A little something for everyone."
A few moments later, a wide-eyed Aaron pulled his cell phone from his pocket, saying, "Hello." A few moments later, he added, "Hey Mike we're right down the street from you. You still need that ride, right?"
"Great. See you in a few." Aaron stated, shutting his phone.
Steven started laughing even as Sara blurted out, "Mike who? It better not be who I think it is."
Aaron smiled at her, giving her a look of innocence. "He asked me for a ride earlier today. You don't mind do you?"
"No." Sara answered quickly, giving him a smile. "What ever you think is best."
When Aaron gave Steven a look in the mirror, the blonde nodded his approval before blowing the brunet a kiss. When Aaron stopped the car in front of Mike's house, Steven said, "Sara, since you're in the front seat, can you go and get Mike for us?"
Before she could say anything, Aaron added, "Yeah that'll be cool."
Grabbing Aaron's face in her hand, she cooed, "Only for you baby."
She opened the door and headed up the driveway. The moment the door closed, Aaron turned around pleading, "I swear I was gonna tell you."
"It's okay." Steven assured him with a smile. "Did Mike really call you?"
"Nope."
"Genius. Evil but genius." Steven approved.
"I'd thought you like it." Aaron said laughing. "Now before they come back, get your ass up here."
"Perfect." Steven giggled, jumping up in the front seat. "Mike will be in heaven. All alone in the backseat with Sara Parker."
"That alone will fuel his `alone time' for months." Aaron laughed, watching the front of the house intently.
Both boys started laughing when Mike opened the door. His mouth opened and he actually took a step back. A few seconds later while they were walking back to the car, they could see Mike talking, his hands waving about in his enthusiasm. The look on Sara's face was priceless. When Sara opened the car door and saw Steven in the front seat, her eyes narrowed and she blurted, "Oh no. No way. I'm sitting in the front."
"Sorry Sara." Aaron began; giving her a smile which he hoped was dazzling. "Steven can't sit in the back, he gets car sick. You wouldn't want him to throw up would you?"
"But..." Sara began before rolling her eyes. "Okay. Fine. I'll sit in the back seat." Turning to face Mike, she stated in a flat tone, "But I swear. If any part of your body touches me, you won't be getting it back. Understand?"
Mike had a look of fear on his face but he nodded. Once they had settled themselves, Aaron took off, Mike babbling the entire time.
By the time they had arrived at Mindy's house, Steven had calmed down somewhat and actually managed to carry on a civil conversation. By the looks of the cars lining the street, the party was in full swing. Finding a parking space a few houses down, Aaron pulled over and shut the engine off, saying, "Everybody out."
Once Sara crawled out of the backseat, she grabbed Aaron's arm and pulled him towards Mindy's house. Smiling, Steven looked at Mike and shook his head. Mike was staring at Sara's back with a look that reminded him of a tiger staring at a wounded gazelle. Smacking Mike on the shoulder, he stated, "Come on Romeo."
"I don't know why she doesn't like me." Mike complained, shoving his hand in his pockets.
"You know women. They're all crazy." Steven said with a laugh.
"What does she see in him anyway?" Mike muttered. Then adding quickly. "Don't get me wrong. Aaron's cool and everything. But..."
"Forget about her." Steven offered. "You know how many women are inside that house right now just waiting for a nice guy to get them drunk and take advantage of them tonight."
"Maybe. But they won't be Sara." Mike said sadly.
Catching up to Aaron and Sara on the front porch, Steven rang the doorbell and said with a wink to Mike, "You're right. They'll be better."
Just then, Mindy opened the door and greeted them, "Hey guys. You're late."
"Now the party can start." Aaron said, giving the beautiful girl a hug.
Pushing past them, Steven yelled out, "Where's all the bitches at? I'm in the mood for some fun."
Not waiting for the others, Steven headed towards the back of the house, following the noise to the partygoers. Walking out the back door, he saw most of the senior class already there along with several dozen juniors. Most everyone held plastic cups filled with beer from the three kegs resting in large buckets filled with ice. About two dozen kids where involved in what looked like a drunken game of water volleyball. Mindy's older brother was busy cooking steaks on the grill, a bottle of beer in one hand and a spatula in the other. The picnic table was loaded with chips, potato salad, baked beans, macaroni and cheese and assorted junk food.
Skipping the beer, he walked over to the coolers and grabbed a bottle of water from the ice. Taking a huge drink, he looked around the group. Seeing one of his best friends, he made his way over to where she was sitting. As usual, guys surrounded Michelle. And from the skimpy swimsuit she was wearing, he could understand the attraction. Making sure to come up behind her, he touched her bare back with his bottle of water and laughed when she jumped.
Turning around, she screamed, "Watch out."
"Damn you look gorgeous." He said with a laugh.
"Steven." She called out, jumping into his arms giving him a hug. "I thought it was that dick from my geometry class again."
From the way she slurred her words, he could tell she had already had more than a few drinks. "Damn you're drunk."
"Not me." She said with a giggle. "I don't drink...much."
"Hey Steven." Tyler called out from behind him.
"What's up man?" Steven returned the greeting, slapping hands with the brunet. "Having fun?"
"Always." Tyler replied, taking a long drink from his cup. "How `bout you? Need a beer?"
"Not me." Steven said, holding up his bottle of water.
"You know better than that Tyler." Michelle scolded the boy. "Steven doesn't drink. But I'd love another beer."
"Well come on beautiful." Tyler said grabbing her by the arm. "I'm buying."
Wiping the sweat from his eyes, Steven took off his jacket and placed it on the back of a chair. Scanning the crowd, he saw Aaron with a few of his soccer buddies. Making eye contact, he smiled at the brunet. He laughed out loud when Aaron grabbed his white T-shirt and then pointed to the matching one he wore. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned and watched as two football players stripped off their shirts. Facing each other, they grabbed a cup of beer and started chugging. The moment they finished, two more took their place. And for a while he watched as they proceeded to get smashed. Laughing and cheering along with the rest of the participants.
Sometime later, Steven found himself in the garden sitting on a bench watching the other kids party. Never being one to drink, he could only take parties for so long before boredom sat in.
Leaning back on the bench, he toyed with his bottle of water. Though it was after midnight, he wiped a thin layer of sweat from his eyes. The humidity was torturous this time of year. Wishing he had worn a pair of shorts, he stripped off his shirt and placed it on the bench beside him.
"Having fun?"
Turning his head, he saw a very drunken Tyler standing in the shadows. "You know me. I always have fun." He replied, giving the dark haired boy a smile. "How `bout you?"
Shrugging, Tyler shuffled over to the bench and sat down. "Not really."
"What happened to Michelle?" Steven asked, a frown on his face when he saw a cigarette in Tyler's hand.
Waving his hand, Tyler slurred, "She left with some Math geek. Saying how she's going to deflower him or something."
"That's our Michelle. Her charitable works are always interesting if not a bit on the sick side." Steven laughed. Then asking, "Since when do you smoke?"
Taking a swig of beer, Tyler answered after a loud belch, "Since tonight."
"I guess you never really are to old to start." Steven muttered, waving the smoke from his face.
"I thought you like guys who smoke." Tyler said quietly, dropping the cigarette to the ground.
"What ever gave you that idea?" Steven asked, turning to face his friend.
"Aaron smokes. And he's like your best friend."
While it was true Aaron smoked, Steven had been trying to break him of that habit for years. There was nothing worse than kissing someone right after they had a cigarette. Pretty much like kissing an ashtray. "Just because he's my friend doesn't mean I like everything he does." Then adding, "You're my friend too and you never smoked."
Tyler finished the rest of his beer and placed the empty cup on the ground at his feet. Focusing on the partygoers, he asked, "See anyone over there you'd like to take home tonight?"
Looking over the crowd around the pool, he saw Aaron sitting amongst the soccer team, laughing about something. Taking a deep breath, he replied, "Oh yeah. What about you?"
"There is someone here I'd like to go home with." Tyler said in a quiet voice. "But I don't think I have a chance."
"Really." Steven asked, rubbing his stomach absently. "Who is it? Maybe I can help you?"
Shaking his head, Tyler looked at his teammate and then quickly turned away. "I don't think so."
"Come on." Steven said with a grin. "She'd have to be crazy not to like you."
"Really." Tyler stated quickly, a hopeful look on his face.
"You're good looking, funny, and the second best swimmer in school." Steven replied honestly. "What's not to like?"
"You think I'm good looking?" Tyler asked, sliding a bit closer.
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable under Tyler's stare, Steven suddenly felt a bit exposed. Grabbing his T-shirt, he slipped it back on before stammering out, "I mean, for a guy, yeah sure."
Tyler slid even closer, their faces just inches apart. Steven could smell the alcohol on the boy's breath mixed with cigarettes. Tyler reached out as if to caress Steven's cheek, saying, "I think you're good looking too."
Steven jumped up when the boy leaned in for a kiss. "What are you doing Tyler?"
"I'm sorry." Tyler stammered horror in his eyes. "I didn't mean...oh shit."
"Oh shit is right." Steven muttered as he watched the boy run across the yard and into the house.
"What the hell was that all about?" Aaron asked, walking towards him in the manner of some one who had a few beers and was not sure of his own feet.
Steven sat on the bench and put his head in his hands. "This day just keeps getting better and better."
"Was he crying?" Aaron asked, sitting down next to his boyfriend. Making sure to keep his cigarette down wind from the boy. "Sorry about being only number two, not number one."
"Something like that." Steven replied, looking over at Aaron.
"He's just jealous that he can't be you." Aaron declared, taking a deep drag.
"Don't think so. More like he wants to be in me." Steven said, shaking his head.
"Repeat please." Aaron stated a confused look on his face.
"He tried to kiss me." Steven explained. "Told me he thought I was good looking."
"What'd you do?" Aaron asked, dropping his cigarette on the ground.
"Nothing. What the hell could I do?" Steven fired out.
"Makes sense why he ran away crying." Aaron said, pausing while he looked at the house. "If I couldn't kiss you I'd definitely run away crying."
Chuckling, Steven said, "This isn't funny. Tyler's gay Aaron. And he wants me."
"Well he can't have you." Aaron said, standing up. "I don't share what's mine."
"Any other time." Steven replied. "That would make me hot. But now is not the time for flattery."
Standing up, Steven asked, "How many beers have you had?"
"A few." Aaron shrugged. "Maybe two beers. Something likes five or six. No more than eight."
Laughing, Steven said, "So somewhere in the vicinity of ten."
"In the neighborhood of twelve. Definitely twelve, definitely."
"Okay rain man. I'm driving." Steven declared.
"Were we leaving?" Aaron asked, glancing back over to where the keg sat on the back porch. "There's still more beer left."
"Grabbing the brunet by the arm, Steven explained, "I'm going to get you home before you're to drunk to get it up."
"We can always come back tomorrow and finish the beer." Aaron said with a grin. "I'm going to say goodbye to Mindy. Meet you at the car."
"Grab my jacket on the way out." Steven said, heading towards the side of the house.
When he approached the car, he leaned against the driver's door and tried to grip the fact that Tyler had a crush on him. Now as he looked back, he could see the sign's so clearly. Briefly wondering if others could see the signs between him and Aaron as easily. "What in the world am I going to do?"
"Steven? Are you out here?" Mindy called out, a few feet down the street.
"Over here." He answered, walking out into the street.
"You have to come inside." Mindy said excitedly.
"Why?" He asked, walking over to her.
Gripping his arm, she pulled him back towards the house. Which was no small feat considering how drunk she was. She explained, "Tyler locked himself in my parents room and won't come out."
"Now he chooses the time not to come out." Steven muttered, allowing her to pull him along the side of the house.
When they turned the corner he saw Aaron standing on the back porch with a frown on his face. Aaron threw up his hands; "This is getting quite stupid you know."
"I concur." Steven replied. Pulling out of Mindy's grasp, he asked, "Which room is your parents?"
Looking up, the girl pointed to the balcony on the back of the house, saying, "That one."
Walking back a few feet, Steven looked up and noticed the balcony door was open. "Mindy, go inside and try to get him to open the door."
"We already did that." Mindy argued. "It won't work."
"I know, but it will distract him while I climb in through the balcony." Steven said slowly, hoping in her drunken state she would understand.
"Okay." Mindy smiled and ran inside the house.
"Give me a boost Aaron." Steven said, walking over to the side of the house.
"Out of everything I want to give you tonight, a boost wasn't on the list." Aaron said, cupping his hands and bending down.
Steven placed his foot in Aaron's hands and counted, "1,2,3."
Steven grunted as he pushed off the boy's hands, stretching out as far as he could to grip the edge of the balcony. "Just a bit higher."
While Aaron pushed, he noticed Steven's pants had slid down an inch or so. Seeing the thong his boyfriend wore under his clothes, he said with a grin, "Nice underwear."
Steven looked down and said, "It was supposed to be a surprise."
"Kinky."
"Perv." Steven grunted, as he grabbed the railing and pulled himself up.
"I'm allowed." Aaron called up. "It seems that's the only thing we can do nowadays."
"What's that?"
"Perv on each other."
"I swear I'm going to punch him right in the face after I figure out what the hell his problem is." Steven muttered out, throwing first one leg and then the other over the railing. Looking down at the brunet, he smiled, "Wish me luck."
"Punch him once for me." He heard Aaron call out from the ground.
Walking over to the door, he peered into the room. He saw Tyler sitting on the bed, a prescription bottle in his left hand and a pencil in his right. He seemed to be pondering over a letter he was writing, his face sad and blotchy from crying. Taking a deep breath, Steven walked into the room saying, "Oh there you are. I was looking for you."
"What do you want?" Tyler asked, jumping up, trying to hide the bottle behind his back.
"Chit chat." Steven said, making sure to give the boy a smile. Walking over, he sat down on the bed and pointedly ignored what he could only assume was Tyler's suicide note.
Tyler spat, "Come up here to make fun of me."
"You should know me better than that Tyler." Steven said, shaking his head.
"They're all down there laughing at me." Tyler said, disgust in his voice. "I can hear them laughing at the crying faggot."
"No one's laughing at you." Steven said, leaning back on his hands.
"So you didn't tell anyone?" Tyler asked, still not brave enough to face the blonde boy sitting on the bed.
"Why should I? It's none of their business."
Walking back over to the bed, Tyler sat and said, "I made a mess of things didn't I?"
"Pretty much." Steven agreed, smiling. "But nothing that can't be fixed."
Tyler turned and pulled his legs up on the bed, wrapping his arms around them. "I never wanted you to find out."
"Just blame it on the beer." Steven said with a shrug. "That's what I do."
"You don't drink."
"True but no one knows that." Steven replied.
Laughing, Tyler put the pills on the bed in between them. Saying, "It's just...I saw you, sitting there in the moonlight, shirtless. And for a moment, when you said I was good-looking and funny, I hoped that you felt the same way about me."
"I meant what I said Tyler." Steven said, turning to mimic the way his friend was sitting. "You are funny and good looking. Anyone girl...I mean any boy would be lucky to have you for a boyfriend."
"But."
"I'm sorry. I don't feel the same way about you." Steven said sincerely.
"I know." Tyler said with a sigh.
Grabbing the bottle of pills, Steven looked at the label and grinned despite the mood. "So what's with the pills and the sudden urge to become a writer?"
Laughing, Tyler answered, "I don't know."
"That's your problem Tyler." Steven said laughing. "You shouldn't try and make life changing decisions while drunk."
"Don't make fun of me."
"I wasn't...well not much. Were you really thinking about killing yourself because you can't have me or because everyone knew about you?"
"Both, I guess." Tyler said with a laugh. "Sounds pretty pathetic doesn't it?"
"Yep. Considering you were going to kill yourself with anti-gas pills." Steven said, tossing the bottle between Tyler's legs.
"What?" Tyler blurted, grabbing the bottle and reading the label. "What do you know? I just saw a bottle of prescription pills. I figured they would do the trick."
"Seriously, Tyler." Steven said, gripping the boy's face in his hands, "This was stupid."
"I know." Tyler whispered.
Nodding his head, Steven let go of the boy's face, saying, "So, are you okay now?"
"Yeah. I think so."
"Good. Because I'm tired and I want to go home." Steven stated, as he stood up.
Tyler joined him and stretched his arms over his head. Steven noticed the boy's shirt had risen up and he could just make out the tops of a pair of black Speedo's peeking out over the boy's pants. Just like the pair he was currently missing. Putting that from his mind, he walked over towards the door.
"Wait." Tyler said, rushing over to stand in front of the door.
"What?" Steven asked.
"What are we going to tell Mindy?"
"I don't suppose the truth..."
Tyler's face cringed in horror. Steven continued, "I thought not."
Thinking for a moment, he said, "Why don't we say you had bad gas pains and had to relieve yourself."
"That's kind of gross don't you think." Tyler said, shaking his head.
"All right Einstein. You come up with something." Steven said, crossing his arms.
Rolling his eyes, Tyler reached for the doorknob, "Fine. I had explosive farts."
"Anyone on the swim team would believe that." Steven said laughing.
Before Tyler could open the door, Steven ran over to the bed and grabbed the note Tyler had been writing. Shoving it into his pocket, he walked back over and smiled, saying, "It's going to be all right. No matter what."
"I know. Thanks." Tyler said.
Grabbing the boy in his arms, Steven hugged him tight. Giving him reassurance that everything was okay. He ignored the sigh that escaped Tyler's lips. That was something the boy would have to get over on his own.
Aaron was standing against the wall when he opened the door. The brunet calmly rolling a coin across the backs of his fingers. Seeing the two of them walking out with smiles on their faces, he broke out in a grin. "You okay Tyler."
"I think I'm going to be." Tyler replied.
"Good. Cause I always liked you." Aaron said with a grin, giving the boy a playful smack on the arm. "And now that you're gay, I like you even more."
"No one huh." Tyler said, giving Steven an accusing look.
Shrugging, Steven replied, "It's Aaron. We're inseparable. Everyone knows that."
"Besides." Aaron said, putting an arm around Tyler's shoulder. "Knowing that two people still like you is better than only one knowing you and liking you."
"That's true." Tyler said, letting Aaron lead him down the hall.
"And unlike Steven over there." Aaron said, pointing to the blonde boy. "I don't mind if you stare at me in the locker room."
"Kind of sure of yourself aren't you." Tyler quipped, pushing the boy away from him.
"When you have it. You have it." Aaron replied, striking a pose.
"That's true." Steven interjected. "And when you get it, let me know."
Aaron shivered, saying, "Damn weather man was right."
"What?" Tyler asked.
"He said it was going to be a chilly night."
Steven started laughing. And when he saw the confusion on Tyler's face, he laughed even louder. "Don't worry. Private joke."
Once they arrived downstairs, it only took a few minutes for Tyler to explain his actions. Though Steven wasn't sure that Mindy bought the rather flimsy excuse by the way she arched an eyebrow, she did manage to wish them a good night and see them out the front door.
At the end of the driveway, Aaron asked Tyler, "Are you sure you're able to drive?"
"Yeah." Tyler replied. "I'll be fine. I seem to have lost my buzz somewhere."
"All right. See ya later." Aaron said, smacking Tyler's fist lightly.
Steven did the same thing, saying, "See ya tomorrow at the pool."
"Later."
Steven grabbed Aaron's arm and pushed him towards the car, leaving Tyler staring after them. Aaron reached in his pocket and pulled out the keys, handing them over to Steven saying softly, "I think I owe you some fun on the drive home tonight."
"Now that's kinky." Steven said with a grin.
When they were in sight of the red Mustang, they heard Tyler yell out, "Aaron."
Turning around, they could see Tyler standing by his own car. Aaron yelled out, "What?"
"Don't worry. You have it."
Laughing, Aaron fired out, "Perv."
"He's right you know." Steven said, his eyes burning with lust. "You do have it."
"What the..." Aaron blurted out as he reached the passenger door.
On the other side of the car, Steven looked into the back seat and muttered his own curse. Mike was sprawled out in the back, a nearly full cup of beer nestled between his legs. From the sound emanating from his throat, he was fast asleep.
"This is just getting better and better." Aaron stated, reaching into the backseat. Grabbing the cup of beer, he dumped it on the ground before climbing inside.
"God hates us." Steven said, sitting down in the driver's seat. "Jerry Fallwell is right. God hates faggots."
"Maybe not all faggots." Aaron replied. "But I do believe he hates us."
"Looks like I'll have to give you a rain-check." Aaron said with a sigh, leaning back into the plush leather seats.
"Why not." Steven muttered. "It seems to be the growing trend today."
Hiding a yawn behind his hand, Aaron shut his eyes and said, "Take me home Jeeves."
"Oh yeah. God hates me."
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