hungover in rainbow shoes

As I road in the back of the truck once more with Jerry's sleeping form wrapped around me, it dawned on me what I had done. I asked a guy out! Okay, he was cute and all but...cute because I thought he was a girl at first of course. Why had I asked him out? I even said date! I couldn't even play it off like a misunderstanding and it was just a thank you from a friend or something. But that may have been moot since I spent the night cuddling him in my underwear.

The truck slammed to a stop jerking Jerry awake. He hugged Joey as a brief thank you before toddling off on his white heels like it was a normal day. "Man, that is one fine piece-" Joey stopped seeing my glare. "Is a cool hang..." I didn't care if he was gay or what but no way in hell do I let a guy like Joey think he can come sniffing around for either of my siblings. You let em off the hook once and suddenly they're asking for the hookup.

I sucked air through my teeth, like a pressure valve trying to calm myself. Stepping up to the driver's side window. "It was certainly...an experience, Joey. We'll have to do it again sometime." We bumped fists in surprisingly normal fashion, though I was beginning to question if that even existed.

"Can't. Lake'll be frozen over before long."

"Okay. Well...we'll figure something out."

"Yeah, see ya later. Good luck on your date." He laughed as he drove away. I walked up slowly to my house deep in thought. Growing up in sports you get teased a lot for being gay, even when you're straight, but I couldn't help but feel I was being teased for caving into a potential relationship with a 5'2 queen. Which, somehow, being in a relationship, even with a woman, was gayer than just having sex with guys. Much too exhausted and much to hungover to examine the insanity that is male socialization I gave up any thought beyond my own bed.

Though what greeted me inside promised sleep would not come anytime soon.

"Just what time do you call this?!" Mom yelled, driving steak knives into my skull.

"I told you I'd be spending the night."

"You did, but you didn't tell us you would be drinking!"

"I'm not drunk. I'm tired."

"Really? That's the lame lie you come up with?" More yelling. Another set of steak knives.

"It's not a lie!" I tried not to groan as the sound of my own voice rattled my skull. As I made my way into the kitchen.

"You haven't had a drop of ****?" She softened.

"No ma'am." I took a sip of ice-cold water carefully.

"Then I don't suppose you could explain why Jerry threw up in my shoes?"

"....Maybe he got ahold of some bad food?"

"I'm giving you one final chance. Or it'll be worse for you. Tell the truth now. What exactly happened last night?" She seethed as her eyes burned a hole into me. I was dead in the water. I could easily sell out Jerry, say I picked him up at the bar because he was drunk...but that would dump everything on Jerry and you don't do that to your brother...but if I told the truth I wouldn't get to go on my date-Not that it was a real date!