Story: Boy Meets Boy

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This was originally inspired by That One Cat's Wordpress prompt and was meant to be a fill for the “Villain Slowly Falls in Love with Hero” square in my February Valentines Bingo. However, it never made it past a one sentence idea. SO in the spirit of fresh starts I tried again using the "Meet-Ugly" prompt from my January Fresh Starts Bingo. This is 261 words and is mostly a hot mess, just like our potential Villain.

Boy Meets Boy

I think I’m in love with my nemesis.

I’m positive I’ve developed more respect and admiration for them than I’ve ever held towards another person in my entire life. And they’re hot. I mean, I guess? I’d just never really thought of myself going that way before. For guys. For, well you know. Gay stuff.

I sound like a moron. Uhhh. Back it up, back up. Let’s start with our first encounter. Back when I simply knew him as my new arch nemesis, the new rookie cop in my area, not yet as Officer Woods, or Kenneth Woods, or simply Ken.

Three months ago he arrives at my frat house responding to a 911 call regarding a nuisance party. Which it wasn’t! Any party I’m hosting is far from being a nuisance. But there’s officer Fresh Pants (so clearly new on the streets) knocking down our front door and when I swung it open, I was immediately gob smacked. I slammed face first into a sexual identity crisis harder than I crashed my mustang when I was seventeen! 

“Sir, we’ve had reports of a lot of noise coming from this location. Can I step inside please?” he asked so politely, so formally, and for fucks sake he couldn’t be even a day older than me. That moment was utterly ridiculous – I was just frozen in that doorway, stunned, while the bass from the music vibrated the porch under his ultra-shiny cop boots. 

So, of course, I responded really smooth. “NO! Go away, pledges only!” and slammed the door in a panic.