Indian looking guy sitting in the last booth staring off into space; the college kid crowd and the businessmen, all in the same suit, same hair, all talking about porn.

I smoothed my hand over the glossy wood table sitting between Seth and me. It had burn marks from cigarettes, names scratched into it, a few "fuck you"s writing in magic makers. I brought the bottle in my hand to my lips; it was so cold I could almost taste the frost of it.

"Reed, I need to ask you a question," Seth said.

I set my beer down and gave him my full attention.

"Why have you and I never dated?"

If I had still been drinking, I would have spit my beer all over the table.

Excuse me?" My head was reeling.

“Honestly, why haven't we ever tried it?"

Honestly huh?

"Um, I'm sorry, you never asked," was all I could get out.

That was true he hadn't ever asked me out, but I also always assumed that I wasn't his type; reason number one I hadn't ever asked him out either. Most of the guys I saw him with before had been tall and manly, like he was. I was five foot ten to his six foot two and I could never see myself as the macho type. I didn't act girly though; I was just me.

"Well, do you want to go out sometime?" Seth asked a huge smile played across his lips.

I ducked my head and looked down at my beer bottle nodding.

"Great," he finished simply then stood.

I looked up, watching as he leaned over and placed a kiss on my cheek.

"See you tomorrow." His voice had slipped into a more horse sexy tone.

I shivered slightly and, again, nodded. I watched him walk to the door as I finished the beer left in my bottle in one swallow; his ass was perfect in those slacks.

After going through the death of both my grandparents and then that evil Tim shit, I was scared things where going to keep turning black. My vision had grown steadily darker as the weeks went on, ever since the night that Tim turned into a monster in my head. The last time that happened was back in high school when my secret got out. Yeah; I had kept my homosexuality secret, and one by one everyone I had held dear for my entire school career distanced themselves from me. I woke up one morning and I couldn't see anything but black. It was like I was in a very dark room, or like I couldn't get my eyes to open. It went away after a while, when I realized that even thought my friends were gone, I still had my family. Mom, Dad, Wes, Grandpa and Grandma had known about my gayness since I hit puberty.

I laid a few bills on the bar as I past it to leave. Seth had already paid for the drinks, but I liked to leave large tips. I had waited tables for about a year and the tips really were what you lived on. I remember having to pay rent one time with a huge wade of one-dollar bills. The manager had just laughed, but I had been so embarrassed I made sure I had a check for him every time after