I Fell For My Best Friend
By Rokudaime Kunoichi

Normally, falling for your best friend is the worst thing you can do. If it doesn’t work out, more-than-likely the relationship is ruined. It doesn’t always happen, but it happens often enough. So, you can imagine the distress I felt when I fell for my best friend, Alex Green. It’s not like I planned to do it or anything; it just happened. We were walking home from school one day and I just noticed how incredibly attractive he was when the sun hit his face.

Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Ethan. That’s right, Ethan. And I made the stupid mistake of falling for my straight best friend. Alex doesn’t mind that I’m gay. In fact, he didn’t even seem surprised when I came out of the closet. He was the first person I told, and all he told me was, “Ethan, you are who you are. Why would I care who you prefer in bed? It’s your life.”

Of course, that stunned me. I thought for sure that he would have been at least a little disgusted. I mean, we’re talking about extremely hot man on man action. Wouldn’t it make any straight guy squirm uncomfortably? Maybe I don’t give Alex enough credit. Ever since that day, Alex has been even more supportive of me. He’s a constant in my life, and after what had happened last year, I need something to keep me stable.

If you’re wondering about what happened last year, I’m not telling. Not yet at least. It still hurts to even think about it, much less talk about it. All you need to know is that Alex was with me every step of the way and I love him for that. Well, I love him even more for that. You see, I think I’ve always been in love with Alex and only just recently realized it. It would definitely explain the unnecessary and confusing jealousy I would feel every time I saw him with a girl. I always thought that I was just a little pissed because Alex blew me off for those sluts a couple of times, but now that I really think about it, I realize I was jealous and hurt because my Alex was with somebody else.

Don’t look at me that way; I know I can be a tad bit possessive, but so what. I know Alex isn’t mine (though I would love nothing more than to be with him) but a gay guy can dream, can’t he? Then again, maybe dreaming isn’t such a good idea. I mean, I had accidentally walked on Alex when he was getting out of the shower before, and that has proved to be a very good source of wet dreams. The bad thing is when I start to think of it in class and I get a little…responsive.

Hey, I can’t help it! I’m a healthy, seventeen-year-old boy. Do you know what we think of? Sex, sex, sex. Well, not really, but at the moment, yes. It’s just that Alex is so sexy. I love his black hair and his gorgeous brown eyes and his smile. And, dear God, don’t even get me started on his hot bod. I can go on and on all day about what exactly is attractive about him, and that’s because I think every part of him is attractive. He’s just one of those really sweet guys that is willing to help out anybody. I’m really lucky to have him as a best friend.

On the other hand, I’m not so lucky. Don’t get me wrong, I love being around Alex and if I had to, I would be around him all the time. It’s just that he doesn’t realize the effect he has on me and whenever he pulls a little stunt and his shirt accidentally rides up or something, I have to excuse myself or I’ll be in a very uncomfortable position. Literally. I don’t want to feel the humiliation and mortification some of my friends have experienced. Yawning, I stared at the poster tacked to the back of the door in Alex’s room.

“Ethan, are you back from la-la-land?” Alex asked me, waving his hand in front of my face. I rolled my eyes and offered him a tiny grin.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am,” I retorted, giving in to the urge to stick out my tongue at him. Alex chuckled and pushed me.

“Right, well, I hope you had a nice trip. Can we please get back to the matter at hand?”

Oh, right. I almost forgot. Alex had a date tonight with Jessica Sikes, a blonde cheerleader with no brains what-so-ever. Why was he going out with that blonde bimbo? He can totally do so much better than her! Alright, so maybe I was a little bit jealous, but come on! What does he see in her besides her massive bags of flesh located on her chest? Ugh, those things were disgusting. Why was I helping him break my heart? To be completely honest, Alex may be über sexy, but he had no fashion sense at all. If I let him, he would probably walk outside wearing all sorts of mismatched colors and patterns.

“Pull your pants down a little bit, I can see your socks,” I said, frowning a little. Alex adjusted his pants accordingly and I walked around him, looking at him with a critical eye.

“Better?” he asked, holding his hands out.

“Yes,” I said finally. “You look awesome.”

And he did. His hair was combed down, the tips of it reaching just past his ears. He was dressed in a silky button-up shirt and black slacks with dress shoes. Seriously, he looked good enough to eat. A part of me wanted to dress him horribly so that whore Jessica wouldn’t want to sink her claws into him, but another part of me kept reminding me that Alex asked me for help. I couldn’t just do that to him, despite the fact that my Slut Radar was going crazy.

“Thanks for the help, Ethan,” Alex said, smiling at me widely. God, he should smile like that forever.

“What are friends for?” I replied, returning his smile and easily hiding the pang of loneliness and hurt that I felt.

The doorbell rang and I found myself leaving Alex’s room to go open the door. I really wish I hadn’t. Jessica was dressed in a black dress that reached mid-thigh and had a plunging neckline. There was no back to her dress—or rather, to the thin fabric she wrapped herself in. Has she not been taught the Fashion Do’s and Don’ts? Her little dress left nothing to the imagination, and I felt a little nauseous.

“Is Alex ready?” she asked in an overly sweet voice. Did she ingest some saccharine or something? Ugh.

“He sure is,” I chirped back, smiling falsely at her. “Hold on a second.” I slammed the door in her face, smiling to myself in satisfaction.