Desmond found Clay at his car, though he was preoccupied by kissing his girlfriend. Desmond just waited, back to them, against the trunk, for them to finish. He knew Clay knew it was there, but he didn't blame Clay for being more interested in his girlfriend than in Desmond.

Finally though Lucy did say goodbye and headed for where the car pool area was to where her mom picked her up from school. "So," Clay suddenly grabbed him on the shoulders from behind. "What were those texts about?"

Desmond turned around, "I have a boyfriend."

"As I surmised. Who? Connor?"

"Why'd you think that?"

"Because Ava gave me some super juicy news about him."

"Yeah. What was it?"

"He's planning on asking you out," and Desmond felt his stomach drop out, but not like earlier. "Apparently this weekend… why do you look like you just saw a ghost?" and Clay looked over his shoulder. "Did I just blow up his spot? Shit I thought he'd asked you out already-

"Altair asked me out," Desmond blurted.

Clay closed his mouth and stared at him. "Wait wait wait, back up, rewind. Did you just say Voldemort asked you out?"

"Yeah."

"When!?" Clay cried.

"Today, at lunch, its why I wasn't there."

"And you didn't tell me this till now?'

"We were in school!" Desmond cried.

"Horrible, weak ass, excuse," Clay declared. "Altair asked you out?"

"Yeah… and fuck, fuck, I didn't even think about Connor, fuck," and he grabbed his bangs.

"Yeaaaah, that's a pickle. But I mean, you're already accounted for so… tough luck sort of thing?"

"Uhg I'm shitty," he said.

"Why?" Clay asked. Desmond just grimaced, "Desmond, bro, what'd you do?"

"I… might have totally kinda made out with Connor yesterday," Desmond admitted.

"Seriously?"

"Yeaaaaaaah, it was a whole thing. I went to Altair's for tutoring since our normal spot was occupied- and don't look at me like that we did study and I made Altair do his homework. We finished early and erm—

"And? Don't leave me in suspense here. You didn't suck his dick and then go and kiss Connor did you?"

"What! No no! Nothing like that," Desmond batted at him annoyedly. "We just… made out and then I left cause me and Connor had a thing. And well… he kissed me and I kissed him back and we practiced riding my motorcycle-

"Well that isn't the only thing he wants to ride-

"Clay!" he yelled and Clay howled with laughter. "And uhg yeah afterwards I totally taught him how to kiss and we made out for a while before his parents came home," Desmond grimaced.

"Get in," Clay got into his car.

"What?"

"Get in, its fucking hot out and I want to sit in the AC," he said. Desmond went around to the passenger side and slid into Clay's car.

"And Voldy asked you out today," turning on the car and the AC, hot air blew through the car and they both cranked the windows down to let the hot air escape.

"Yeah."

"And obviously you said yes."

"Well… yeah. Am I a jerk?"

"For what? For going out with a guy you've had the most annoying crush on for like like three months? Hell no. Connor'll have to get over it if he's upset. But he doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who gets like that."

"Yeah but I mean… like I've been kinda… maybe leading him on a bit for a few weeks." The AC finally kicked on and they rolled the windows back up, now sitting in the nice, cool, car.

"You have?"

"I told him I liked him-

"Desmond," Clay sighed.

"What?! Altair wasn't in the picture okay? I only saw him other than tutoring since break and I didn't fuck him since before break either. We didn't even do it at his party."

"Yeah… you didn't. What's up with that?"

"I don't… remember," Desmond admitted, "I was really drunk."

"Yeah you were. You all were. Except me."

"What am I gonna tell Connor?" Desmond asked.

"The truth?" Clay asked, "That you always liked Altair and now you're dating him and you're sorry you gave him the wrong impression?"

"Uuuuhg," Desmond slid down in the seat. "I am a jerk," he lamented. "I totally led him on and now… 'sorry Connor I have a boyfriend, it isn't you. I was totally just super horny and you were easy and cute and AHG!'" He pressed his hand over his face.

"You're totally overreacting. Connor will understand."

"Would you?" Desmond asked.

"What that you got a fucking boyfriend after making out with me? Been there, done that, read the terrible book, saw the shittier movie, and had to deal with the author and main actor hanging around being a leech," Clay said irritably. "Or are we going to continue to act like Alex was a figment of both our imaginations and not a guy who was a shit bag to you."

Desmond looked down, "He wasn't that bad-

"He was borderline abusive and a manipulative dick. You did tell Altair you don't date guys in the closet right?"

"Yeah," Desmond sunk further into his seat. He knew Clay was just looking out for him, but he tried to not think about Alex. He was the best and worst thing that had ever happened to him and when he thought about him sometimes he… forgot that he was the worst thing for a reason.

"Good," Clay said. "And if I got over it after having to watch you date a fucking ass face like Alex who didn't give a shit about you, Connor can get over you dating a guy like Altair who, if he's coming out, clearly does… He is coming out right?"

Desmond nodded, "He wanted to tell his friends himself. He told me he'd have done it by Monday."

"Good," and Desmond was still surprised how heated Clay was about the entire thing. He didn't realize Clay had such a violent reaction to just bringing Alex up. The guy had been gone two years. "So, what are you going to do now?"

Desmond looked at the clock on Clay's dashboard, "I need to get ready for work," he said.

"You got like an hour," he said.

"I know. Which is why I'm going to sit right here for another fifteen minutes before going home. Okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine," and Clay sat back in his chair. "Also," Desmond looked over at him, Clay grinned a little, "I'm happy for you, man."

"You are?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I mean, you're my bro and you like Altair, I'm not going to ask why, and if he likes you, well, who cares? If he turns into another Alex though I'm getting you a fucking restraining order."

Desmond smiled a little, happy Clay cared so much, "Thanks," he said.

"I'm serious," Clay said, "I watched one guy fuck you over and say he loved you. I'm not doing that again. But I'm giving Altair the benefit of the doubt since he isn't super creepy like Alex was. So, I'm happy for you."

"Thanks, Clay," he said, "For looking out."

"I look out a lot, thanks. Not like you'd even notice Altair had a face if I didn't remind you," and Desmond laughed.

"He has a face, from the back, above his thighs. Its a really nice face," and Clay snorted.

They lapsed into silence and Clay turned on some music. They sat there listening to Clay's iPod for a little while before Desmond had to leave and get his ass to work. "See you later," he said, grabbing his stuff.

"Bye," Clay said, waving and Desmond headed for his bike, pulling on his helmet when he got there. As he did he got a text and looked at it. It was from Clay, 'it'll be fine 3' and he smiled. He noticed he had another text as well, from Altair. 'Where do you work?'

He answered it without thinking, still preoccupied with thinking about just what he was going to do about Connor. He didn't want to hurt his friend. He really really didn't. But what was he going to say when Connor either tried to kiss him, or tried to ask him out. He really didn't want to think about it. But he knew it'd come up. He just hoped he had a few days to come up with something good.


I will now simply be deleting any anon comments asking me to update, and reporting unanons as spam as I do with annoying homophobic, bigots who like to troll my stories.

Don't make me do what I did to the Through the Eyes of Angels readers where I canceled their fic for not doing as I have asked, rather nicely, several times now. Please, do not ask or tell me to update. It is very annoying and I do not like it.