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left the room and him sitting on the bed.
* * * *
Jaron was meeting Lisa at the bar in town. He had spent a good two hours on the phone with her two nights ago, after Bobby went to bed, just getting to know her. Surprisingly enough, they had a few things in common, which helped to solidify their friendship in a way that would probably not have happened otherwise. It wasn’t that Jaron was hard to get along with, but he was cautious in a way that some people found offensive. Jaron chose not to analyze the reasons why too hard. After all, Jaron was who he was. He wasn’t going to apologize for that.
The bar in town was the only local bar until you got to the town of Dalton, just a few miles down the road. He had never been inside the place before. Seventeen had been a bit too young to go to bars. He had passed by on the sidewalk countless times in his youth going from his home to the lake or to Brian’s house. The place looked exactly like he thought it would and he bet it hadn’t changed in all that time. It was all dark wood and dim lighting. There was a live band playing tonight and a nice dance floor, although no one was dancing at the moment.
He stood in the door way waiting for his eyes to adjust and scanned the room for his new friend. He spotted her at a table with five other people, one of them another guy. He walked up to Lisa and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Oh my God. Jaron! So glad you came.” She stood up and hugged him, smiling the whole time. Releasing him, she sat back down again, and pulled out the chair next to her.
She introduced him to the others around the table. He was bad with names and wouldn’t remember anyway but smiled when they were all introduced. The conversation was lively and everyone was comfortable with the others, even the guy who was a boyfriend of the black haired girl. Trina or Tina or something like that. Jaron stayed quiet and just listened to the shouted conversation.
The band was loud and Lisa asked him if he wanted to dance. He smiled and nodded. She took his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. He liked the way she danced. Open and friendly, without making dancing about sex. She leaned in to him and shouted in his ear, although it sounded like a normal tone of voice over the music, “There’s this really great club in Shire Harbor. We were thinking about going later. You want to come?”
Shire Harbor was a forty-five minute drive east of Pickleville. “I don’t know. When are you going?”
Lisa shrugged. “Couple hours probably. It’s a gay club and the drinks are cheaper.”
That meant a late night and Jaron wasn’t sure he wanted to be away from Bobby that long. “Can I let you know later?”
Lisa nodded.
They danced through two more songs before either one started to show signs of slowing down. It wasn’t until they took a seat that one of Lisa’s friends said, “Man, Travis Heath has been staring you two down for the past ten minutes.”
Lisa shrugged. “Don’t know why he would do that?”
When did Travis get here? Jaron decided that it didn’t matter. He had made it clear that the next move had to be Travis.’ He was going to ignore the other man all night if he had too.
It didn’t take long for Trina/Tina to figure out Travis was watching Jaron and no one else at their table. “So....Jaron. What’s the deal?”
Jaron shrugged. “Deal about what?” he asked, deciding to play stupid and pretend he had no idea what she was asking.
“Travis Heath. He looks like he wants to lick you like an ice cream cone,” Trina/Tina stated.
Good thing Jaron wasn’t drinking anything. He would have choked on it in surprise. “I doubt that.”
“Me too,” the blond chick with the big hair and equally big eyes chimed in. Cindy or Katie or something equally as juvenile. “He’s not gay. I went out with him once.”
“Just because Travis Heath went out with you in tenth grade doesn’t mean he isn’t gay,” Lisa said, then drank
* * * *
Jaron was meeting Lisa at the bar in town. He had spent a good two hours on the phone with her two nights ago, after Bobby went to bed, just getting to know her. Surprisingly enough, they had a few things in common, which helped to solidify their friendship in a way that would probably not have happened otherwise. It wasn’t that Jaron was hard to get along with, but he was cautious in a way that some people found offensive. Jaron chose not to analyze the reasons why too hard. After all, Jaron was who he was. He wasn’t going to apologize for that.
The bar in town was the only local bar until you got to the town of Dalton, just a few miles down the road. He had never been inside the place before. Seventeen had been a bit too young to go to bars. He had passed by on the sidewalk countless times in his youth going from his home to the lake or to Brian’s house. The place looked exactly like he thought it would and he bet it hadn’t changed in all that time. It was all dark wood and dim lighting. There was a live band playing tonight and a nice dance floor, although no one was dancing at the moment.
He stood in the door way waiting for his eyes to adjust and scanned the room for his new friend. He spotted her at a table with five other people, one of them another guy. He walked up to Lisa and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Oh my God. Jaron! So glad you came.” She stood up and hugged him, smiling the whole time. Releasing him, she sat back down again, and pulled out the chair next to her.
She introduced him to the others around the table. He was bad with names and wouldn’t remember anyway but smiled when they were all introduced. The conversation was lively and everyone was comfortable with the others, even the guy who was a boyfriend of the black haired girl. Trina or Tina or something like that. Jaron stayed quiet and just listened to the shouted conversation.
The band was loud and Lisa asked him if he wanted to dance. He smiled and nodded. She took his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. He liked the way she danced. Open and friendly, without making dancing about sex. She leaned in to him and shouted in his ear, although it sounded like a normal tone of voice over the music, “There’s this really great club in Shire Harbor. We were thinking about going later. You want to come?”
Shire Harbor was a forty-five minute drive east of Pickleville. “I don’t know. When are you going?”
Lisa shrugged. “Couple hours probably. It’s a gay club and the drinks are cheaper.”
That meant a late night and Jaron wasn’t sure he wanted to be away from Bobby that long. “Can I let you know later?”
Lisa nodded.
They danced through two more songs before either one started to show signs of slowing down. It wasn’t until they took a seat that one of Lisa’s friends said, “Man, Travis Heath has been staring you two down for the past ten minutes.”
Lisa shrugged. “Don’t know why he would do that?”
When did Travis get here? Jaron decided that it didn’t matter. He had made it clear that the next move had to be Travis.’ He was going to ignore the other man all night if he had too.
It didn’t take long for Trina/Tina to figure out Travis was watching Jaron and no one else at their table. “So....Jaron. What’s the deal?”
Jaron shrugged. “Deal about what?” he asked, deciding to play stupid and pretend he had no idea what she was asking.
“Travis Heath. He looks like he wants to lick you like an ice cream cone,” Trina/Tina stated.
Good thing Jaron wasn’t drinking anything. He would have choked on it in surprise. “I doubt that.”
“Me too,” the blond chick with the big hair and equally big eyes chimed in. Cindy or Katie or something equally as juvenile. “He’s not gay. I went out with him once.”
“Just because Travis Heath went out with you in tenth grade doesn’t mean he isn’t gay,” Lisa said, then drank
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