Late in the evening,
Lance heard three knocks at the door
and knew it was Cyan
probably goofing off.
Cyan had good looks,
but Lance had never seen him
look like a celebrity heartthrob
with his hair disheveled,
shirt unbuttoned
and abs exposed.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
Lance moved aside,
closing the door behind him.
Cyan sat on the bed,
looking flustered.
Lance raised an eyebrow.
“You were with a girl,
I presume?”
Cyan nodded.
“Jillian,” he said
Lance’s heart
skipped a beat.
Jillian was a sweet girl,
he even had a little crush.
But his friend was also
a great guy.
“You guys didn’t…
did you?” Lance asked.
Cyan shook his head.
“No, she’s not ready,
but, I really, really want to,
but I also don’t want to
because I can’t commit.
I don’t know what to do.”
Cyan let out a sigh
putting his face
into his hands.
“I’ve never seen you
so flustered before,
especially over a girl.”
Cyan chuckled,
“Tell me about it.
It’s like I can’t get her
out of my head.
When I’m not with her,
I think about her.
When I see her,
I just want to touch her,
hold her, call her mine.
What is wrong with me?”
“Sounds like you’re falling in love,”
Lance laughed. Cyan groaned,
“But Europe, in two weeks…”
“I haven’t seen you this happy
with a girl, ever, not even
when you were with Bri.
You can walk away, protect your heart,
or follow it, and see where it leads.
Taking chances, living life,
that’s your motto, right?”
Cyan looked up
and met his eyes.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
He stood up,
tapping Lance’s shoulder.
“Thanks, bud. I gotta go.”
“To see Jillian?”
“Nah, I might scare her off
with my raging hormones.
I’m just gonna, uh…
satisfy myself,” he winked.
“TMI!” Lance joked,
closing the door.
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