Let's kill this friendship
Nate
Will's friends have been very receptive to me, especially the girls, although, that doesn't really matter to me. If I wasn't completely crazy about the man next to me at the table, the looks and comments from the girls would make me very happy. Will's three friends, including the one who is the reason we haven't spoken for days, really exude beauty, long hair, very pale skin, contagious smiles that make me uncomfortable because they are all directed at me, or at Will. All this, besides wearing skirts and extremely low-cut blouses. I don't judge them, after all, everyone thinks that I am single, and that Will is my friend. My mistake.
A tall guy with short hair, a literally big mouth, and very tight eyes. Khai. The bastard who wants to play cupid to my boyfriend. He moves his chair closer to mine.
— What's up Nate, getting a lot of women?
I stare at him without understanding the tenor of the question.
— What?
— You and Will are very famous, it must rain women for you! — he says and grins like an idiot.
— I am working too much, I have no time for anything!
— What's up, man? For these things, one always finds time! — I have to agree with him, Will and I always make time, and an image of the two of us kissing in the bathtub comes to my mind. I smile, and he continues talking nonsense, and this time it's for everyone at the table to hear. — Check it out guys, Nate says he doesn't have time for women, even with the fame he has now! Can you believe that?
Everyone laughs, I look at Will. The embarrassment is mutual between us. Another of Will's friends lets out a pearl.
— Only if, in that case, Will and he are making out. Are you, Will?
Inevitably everyone laughs, except Will and me. My boyfriend, like me, doesn't like the joke at all, which I think is homophobic.
— I don't understand the punch line of your joke? Could you explain it to me?
— Will, please! You hit on the show, you stop hitting on women in reality, and you end up hitting on each other... That's funny!
— This is not funny! It's unfunny, disrespectful, and homophobic! — Will answers in a way that scares me, I have never seen him with such an angry expression, and using an extremely deep and strong tone of voice.
— Relax Will, it was just a joke! — the unfortunate Khai replies.
— If that were true it would be a waste! — says one of the girls who wanted to eat me with her eyes.
I look at her in disgust at what she has said.
— Waste, why?
— Two handsome gay men? That's absurd! — answers Khanya who stares at Will in front of him.
Before I can answer, Will stands up, and says something that leaves everyone quiet.
— Look, there is no waste in being gay, or any letter of the acronym LGBTQIA+. What's wasteful is the comments from people as young as you are, and with this idiotic, backward, and shitty thinking! — Will says, stands up, and looks at me. — Let's go, Nate, I've had enough of this!
Will leaves like a madman, walking very fast. I take money from my wallet, and leave an amount that will pay for our consumption, and leave after him, passing between the tables, and reach the front of the restaurant, and see my boyfriend on the sidewalk.
— What was that, Will?
— I am so hateful, because I used to hang out with these homophobic people. I was an idiot, who didn't have the courage to admit that I liked men, and I kept pretending that a crap joke like this didn't affect me, because I wasn't gay, but deep down it bothered me the same way it does now...
He speaks and his face turns extremely red, and a tear trickles down. I move a little closer to him.
— Calm down, Will, there's no point in getting like this! — before he answers, the valet parks his car in front of us.
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— I'm tired of this music, it sounds like you only have old music. — he says as I stop the car at the traffic light. — Put on some other kind of music!
— What do you want to hear? — I ask and reach for my cell phone to look for some music that pleases him.
— I don't know, I'm bored, put something up that will cheer me up. Blackpink in your area is fine! — he says singing and shaking his shoulders.
— No!
— Go Pussycat, please!
— No!
— Please, Pussycat! — he uses a honeyed tone of voice, and an innocent look.
This son of a bitch knows how to get what he wants... And I'm fucked!
— Okay, put it on! — I say and start the car.
— Kitten, will you come to my house?
— Yeah, what about your parents?
— They are not at home, they went away for the weekend... Let's Kill this love... They are awesome! — he says, I look at him, smile and look at the track again.
I stop the traffic light once more, look at him.
— Do you know what they are saying?
— Of course I know... Let's kill this love!
— And are we going to do this? — I ask, and wait for his reaction.
— What? End our love? — he asks, and I nod my head in the affirmative. — Of course not. Are you crazy?
— Today, you have ended your friendships!
— That bunch of idiotic, fucking homophobic assholes!
— Calm down! Then they will apologize to you, and...
— But I'm not in the mood! Shall we change the subject? Are you coming with me? — he asks and looks at me in a way that makes me disturbed. With a tone of innocence and seduction at the same time, and a hint of intimidation.
— Stop looking at me like that!
— How so?
— With that intimidating look! I say, he lets out a laugh.
— Looks like the game has turned, Kitten! — he says, still laughing, and I look at the track in front of me, not understanding a thing.












