together. She could have come to the conclusion herself. Fiona was obviously besotted by him. So it was rational for her to assume the gay friend was too.
Either way, she knew. I could tell from the pity she was trying to mask in her eyes as she talked to me. I could tell by the way she squeezed his hand as she spoke, and then tried to suppress a smile as my eyes automatically shifted down to see their two hands entwined. I could have grimaced each time. Certainly, I was trying hard not to grimace.
I took comfort from the fact she was a virgin. At least, I took comfort from the fact that she had been a virgin until she met Brandon. That healthy glow radiating at me could be the glow of sex, not just love. The thought distressed me greatly.
"Hey, we boring you?" That was Brandon.
"Not at all, not at all. I'm just under a little bit of pressure right now. I have this project to do for class, and I don't know where to go with it. What to do."
"Project?" This was Fiona chiming in. "Wha t’ s it in?"
"I'm not entirely clear. I've to write a play for the class based around some moment in American history. There don't seem to be any specifics given beyond that."
"How long?" Brandon asked. "Sounds like a lot of work."
"There doesn't seem to be a set time. It can be as long or as short as I like. Tha t’ s the thing, i t’ s all so vague. I think they don't really care. They'll give me full marks if I make a polite effort at a polite length."
"Any ideas?" To be fair to her she was acting genuinely interested. She may know I was jealous of her, but she didn't know I disliked her. She'd been a beautiful baby afterall, and noone hates beautiful babies.
"I was thinking of using the whole Buchanan thing. Just a snapshot of something from his Presidency. You know, the family connection might impress them, it might be nice for the faculty if I used the novelty factor."
"That sounds charming." Yes, Fiona had said charming.
"The problem is I've never written anything in my life. I haven't a clue where to begin."
"All you need is to get your head down for a while." Brandon said affectionately ruffling my hair. "How difficult can it be? You just need a weekend locked up doing some work."
"I've a great idea." A light bulb had lit up over Fiona's head. "We have to go back to my father's this weekend. He's having a fundraiser. Well i t’ s officially a fundraiser, for us its just fun. You should come along, i t’ s upstate. Just a couple of hours in the car. A lake, mountains, clean country air. A perfect spot for inspiration."
"I'm sure you two will want the time to..."
"Not at all. I'll hear none of it," Fiona replied, "You're coming with us and tha t’ s settled." And so it was settled. It seemed Fiona had decided she wanted me onside, wanted us to be friends. This flattered me, not because it was a sign she liked me, but because it was a sign that she thought getting on with me was a key to getting on with Brandon. This thought warmed me to the point that I completely forgot to fret about the trip until we'd parted company. I had committed myself to an entire weekend of sexual frustration and heartbreak. Ah well, I thought, struck down by gallows humour, at least Brandon will be there, and tha t’ s all that counts.
53. "Has that frigid cow done it yet?" Eric was sitting in his underwear, his attention fixed on the TV screen in front of him. He was playing some football game. He'd become quite good at it over the last
Either way, she knew. I could tell from the pity she was trying to mask in her eyes as she talked to me. I could tell by the way she squeezed his hand as she spoke, and then tried to suppress a smile as my eyes automatically shifted down to see their two hands entwined. I could have grimaced each time. Certainly, I was trying hard not to grimace.
I took comfort from the fact she was a virgin. At least, I took comfort from the fact that she had been a virgin until she met Brandon. That healthy glow radiating at me could be the glow of sex, not just love. The thought distressed me greatly.
"Hey, we boring you?" That was Brandon.
"Not at all, not at all. I'm just under a little bit of pressure right now. I have this project to do for class, and I don't know where to go with it. What to do."
"Project?" This was Fiona chiming in. "Wha t’ s it in?"
"I'm not entirely clear. I've to write a play for the class based around some moment in American history. There don't seem to be any specifics given beyond that."
"How long?" Brandon asked. "Sounds like a lot of work."
"There doesn't seem to be a set time. It can be as long or as short as I like. Tha t’ s the thing, i t’ s all so vague. I think they don't really care. They'll give me full marks if I make a polite effort at a polite length."
"Any ideas?" To be fair to her she was acting genuinely interested. She may know I was jealous of her, but she didn't know I disliked her. She'd been a beautiful baby afterall, and noone hates beautiful babies.
"I was thinking of using the whole Buchanan thing. Just a snapshot of something from his Presidency. You know, the family connection might impress them, it might be nice for the faculty if I used the novelty factor."
"That sounds charming." Yes, Fiona had said charming.
"The problem is I've never written anything in my life. I haven't a clue where to begin."
"All you need is to get your head down for a while." Brandon said affectionately ruffling my hair. "How difficult can it be? You just need a weekend locked up doing some work."
"I've a great idea." A light bulb had lit up over Fiona's head. "We have to go back to my father's this weekend. He's having a fundraiser. Well i t’ s officially a fundraiser, for us its just fun. You should come along, i t’ s upstate. Just a couple of hours in the car. A lake, mountains, clean country air. A perfect spot for inspiration."
"I'm sure you two will want the time to..."
"Not at all. I'll hear none of it," Fiona replied, "You're coming with us and tha t’ s settled." And so it was settled. It seemed Fiona had decided she wanted me onside, wanted us to be friends. This flattered me, not because it was a sign she liked me, but because it was a sign that she thought getting on with me was a key to getting on with Brandon. This thought warmed me to the point that I completely forgot to fret about the trip until we'd parted company. I had committed myself to an entire weekend of sexual frustration and heartbreak. Ah well, I thought, struck down by gallows humour, at least Brandon will be there, and tha t’ s all that counts.
53. "Has that frigid cow done it yet?" Eric was sitting in his underwear, his attention fixed on the TV screen in front of him. He was playing some football game. He'd become quite good at it over the last
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