The drive to Trey's seemed like it was an hour, even though I knew it was only a five minute drive. When I finally drove into his driveway and parked the car, I realized that I was shaking. I knew that I had no rational reason to be shaking though, since Trey was my longtime best friend. I was just being dumb. Trey always told me when he broke up with one of his girlfriends (though he couldn't stay in a long-term relationship if his life depended on it).
Taking a deep breath, I got out of the car and rang his doorbell. Seconds later, the door opened with a smiling Trey behind it. "Hey Nicolae!"
Nicolae was my full first name. It is the name I prefer to go by. There are some who call me Nick (not that I hate it or anything, I just liked Nicolae better), like my father, Rachel, and a few adults (such as teachers), but the majority of people call me Nicolae. I don't correct them if they call me Nick though. Like I said, not a big deal.
Trey was drop dead gorgeous and he knew it. He was 6'2" (the same height as my father, oddly enough) and had a tan, athletic body (which makes sense since he loves spending time outdoors and working out). He had amazing chocolate brown hair and olive green eyes. Trey could honestly walk into any modeling agency and be hired on the spot, that's how great he looked.
He stepped aside and I went in, taking my shoes off by the door. When I finished taking my shoes off, I turned to face Trey and was immediately captured into his embrace. It took me off guard, though I should have expected it. I wrapped my arms around him, too.
Ever since I met him when I was three years old, I would always receive hugs from him. Trey hugs other people too, just not nearly as often as he hugs me. He would once in a while give his family members or other friends a hug, and he will hug a person back if someone else initiates a hug, but that is about it for other people. I, on the other hand, would receive hugs from Trey all the time. People that don't know us that well would often raise an eyebrow at the frequency and duration of our hugs, but people that have known us for a while don't even bat an eye about it. Like I said, it was just kind of expected.
After a minute or so, he broke the hug and the grin returned. "So you have something you need to tell me, do you? I'm just dying to hear it. I'm wondering if it has something to do with why you're not hanging out with me that much anymore."
A twinge of guilt went through me and it must have showed on my face because it made him laugh a deep laugh that matched his deep, bass voice. "Just giving you a hard time, Nicolae. Let's go into the living room, that way we don't have to stand in the doorway. Don't worry, my parents aren't home" he said, as if I was going to tell him a big secret.
As I followed him into the living room, I couldn't help but admire his behind. With the exception of my father's cock, Trey's ass was probably my most favorite object. I swear to God, God must have spent a full week sculpting that ass. Even my father's ass, which I love dearly, doesn't compare to his buttocks. Then again, nobody else's butt comes close to Trey's.
As we entered the living room, he motioned me to take a seat on his leather couch, and then he took a seat on the other side once I sat down. He turned to face me. "Okay. Spill it." What a Trey-like thing to say.
"Rachel dumped me."
"She what?!"
"Did you go hard of hearing all of a sudden? She dumped me!" I was being an asshole, but it was better than crying again.
"That bitch. I bet she doesn't even realize that you are the best thing that will ever happen to her. What happened?"
"She called me before we were supposed to meet up this afternoon and told me that it was over. She told me I was not the one. She didn't even have the guts to do it in person."
"What a cunt." You knew Trey was pissed when he calls a girl a cunt.
"So is there anything else you need to tell me" Trey asked, changing the subject.
I became confused. "No. Why?"
He shrugged. "You know I'm always here for you, right? No matter what. That you can tell me anything, right?"
I gave him a weird look. "Yeah. Why?"
"So you are sure you don't have anything to tell me?"
This was getting weird. "Yes. What would there be to tell?"
A look of pain and frustration came onto his face. "I see."
"What? You see what?"
"You don't trust me."
Confusion and panic filled me. Was I not telling him something? I couldn't think of anything that I was keeping from Trey. I told him everything. What wasn't I telling him? I told him everything except...NO! Once I figured it out, I immediately turned deep red.
"And the light bulb finally turns on." Clearly he knew when I figured it out by the blush that crept up my neck and into my face.
"How do you know about that?"
"How do I know about what? You haven't told me anything yet."
I felt embarrassed, like someone who got caught pissing their pants, which I came close to doing when I figured it out. "How did you know about my father?"
"What about your father? You haven't told me anything about your father?"
I glared at him. "You aren't going to make this easy on me, are you?"
"Nope. It is your punishment for not telling me in the first place. But I will help you out a bit, since you are my best friend. Just finish the sentence. Oh and by the way, I don't want any vague, wishy-washy answers, either. Make sure it is clear, that way I couldn't possibly mistake what you are saying. Now, 'I haven't been around much for the last several weeks because I was busy...' fill in the blank."
I took a deep breath. "I haven't been around much for the last several weeks because I was busy being with my father."
"That was too vague. That could mean just about anything. Make it clear and to the point. Make it so I know exactly what you are saying."
"You know what I'm saying."
"Nope, completely clueless", he lied. "Try it again."
