Consummation of true love between best friends.
Matt rolled over and looked at the clock - it was ten in the morning and he hadn’t slept worth a damn. He sat up on the edge of his bed and ran his fingers through his hair. Long black strands fell to the front as he covered his face with trembling hands. No matter how hard he struggled to keep them back, the tears began to fall again. Another dream. Another memory of Austin. It never ended, and it was driving him crazy. He looked at the picture of the two of them that he kept on his night stand.
They were both seventeen then - two best friends without a care in the world. It was around then that Matt began to notice changes within himself; changes that scared the hell out of him. He began to ache for Austin, and being around him became painful. Matt withdrew more and more from their friendship, leaving Austin in the dark, too terrified to tell his best friend that he was in love - with him. That picture was taken almost seven years ago. Time wasn’t kind to Matt. There wasn’t a day that went by in which some memory didn’t crop up, driving him into tears. Matt wiped the tears away as the phone beside him rang.
“Hello, Matt Stromberg,” a young man asked.
“Yes, this is he. Can I help you?” He was still tired as hell and hoped the crying hadn’t made his voice too choppy.
“I’m calling about your ad and wanted to ask if you could drop by and try out. Our singer split two weeks ago.”
“Sure, man, where are you? And what time is good?”
“Our rehearsal space is in our drummer’s loft. We’re here now, but he’ll be a few minutes late. Oh, and I’m Michael, by the way.” Matt quickly wrote down the directions and told Michael that he was on his way. The loft wasn’t too far from his place and he was soon knocking on the door.