Three:thepry uncle

COLBY;

After a while, he got off of me - and furiously finished the lyrics. By the time he finished, Elton called for us.

"Sam, Colby," Elton called, "Dinner is ready"

I bit my lip. My mind looked at Sam like he could be my dinner. I quickly shook that thought away, mentally cursing myself for even thinking of that.

As I stood up from the floor, I said, "Come on, it's best not to keep Uncle Elton waiting. " I rubbed his shoulder.

He nodded, spinning his chair and getting up slowly as I made my way slowly to the door, trying not to stare - my brain has a bit of an obsession with staring at Sam's ass.

I stepped out into the hallway, hearing Sam's footsteps trailing behind us as we descended to the kitchen, where the enticing aroma of BBQ filled the air.

"Smells delicious, Uncle," Sam said as he slowly pushed past me. He was always the one more excited about food.

Of course, I enjoy food, but I also aspire to resemble Sam's type. Back in high school, he was attracted to the typical cheerleader girls despite facing a number of disappointments.

We grab our plates and get some food. I just got a spoonful of BBQ potato salad and some ribs.

***

I finished what was on my plate but skipped seconds. Afterward, I put the plate and fork in the dishwasher, taking a White Claw with me to my room.

We don't have strict dining rules here—we're allowed to leave after we finish eating since everyone leads busy lives. I simply collapse onto my bed, cracking open a can and sipping the black cherry White Claw.

Moments later, I saw Elton pushing the door open and gently closing it. "Colby, " he said softly. I noticed you've been acting off near him."

I nod, "What's it about, Uncle?" I said, my voice trembling as I set my drink on the nightstand.

"I just wanna see why," he said softly, "I half wonder I'd something going on between you two".

"Oh no, we're fine, uncle," I spoke, my voice tempted to ramble. "He's fine, I'm not fully but haven't been in a number of years."

"Why's that cobs?" he asked softly, rating a brow, clearly being a therapy uncle. 

"I've always had a thing for Sam," I mutter quietly, paranoid Sam would hear. Knowing he has a habit of listing through the door sometimes when it comes to me.

It never pissed me off, but I did find it adorable. With how much he cares.

"I figured you did," Elton's voice in a soft tone, "Why haven't you told him?"

"As long as I've known him, he thinks I'm straight..." I said softly. "He doesn't even realize that I like guys; he believes I'm straight..."

Elton chuckled - "Colby, it's obvious you aren't fully straight. I'm sure he's waiting for you to confirm it," he said reinsurance, "I knew from when I first met you, that you like both genders."

I'm pretty sure I'm fully gay.

I nod softly, " I thought I hid it well enough," I mutter.

"I'm just checking in, but maybe give Suttle subtle hints. I doubt it will affect your relationship with Sam," Elton said reassuringly as if he knew something I didn't about him.

After he left my room, leaving the door slightly ajar, I picked up my white claw and took another sip while leaning against the back wall of my bed.

Sam entered and sat at the foot of my bed, saying, "So, Colbs," as he looked at me.

"Mhm?" I said, sipping some white claw, my eyes never leaving Sam's small frame.

"Any ideas for the video?" I asked.

"You and Jake in wigs?" I smirk, "the fans love you  in wigs."

"Because I always known as you're girlfriend," he argued.

I'm sure you'd be an amazing lover for me.

"Yeah, but the meme account is to troll the fans, ain't it?" I mention.

He nodded. "Fine," he spoke softly as we heard the front door open and footsteps emerged up stories.

I quickly spot Jake in the doorway, his red attire complementing his pink-dyed hair. He was wearing a hoodie that clearly belonged to Jhonnies.

"Dying you're face to match you're hair?" I tease him.

"He wants to do a stand alone song with me"  Jake said clearly to flustered to function, Sam got up and quickly helped Jake to the computer chair in my room.

Jake was so out of it he was wobbly.

Elton walked past, "what's wrong with Jake?" he asked, worried.

"Jhonnie  broke him," Sam said, "we're just figuring out why."

Elton chuckled, "Enjoy your little gay trio meets up," he teased us, closing the door, feet retracting from our door.

"I'm not gay," Sam and Jake snapped.

My heart slowly split - I already knew Sam wasn't, but it still hurt to know you'd never have a chance with someone you love more than life itself.

Jake gradually relaxed as he looked at me. I suppose my expression revealed that my heart broke upon hearing Sam's words.

He gave me a sorry look as he decided to try to distract me.

Sam walked over and said to me, cuddling up to my side.  If he isn't gay why do he act like this, why does he act like he wants me.

"He wants me to help him with his song idea, Ecstasy," Jake said excitedly, "he already had the background instrumentals. He was looking for a main vocalist, and for it, he wanted to sing the repeating  chorus."

"So when are you planning to record that?" I ask, my eyes shining a bit. I'm excited for Jake, knowing Johnny's music is more emo-rock.

"In a few weeks to a month, he needs to finish Lyric drafting," Jake explained excitedly, "but what he has so far, I can already imagine what the visuals may be."

"Can't wait for it to be published," Sam said, smiling a bit.

It's so cute.

"Anything for the love for hire one?" Jake asked.

"All we have is wigs," Sam said, looking at me, "came from that one's brain."

"Eh, it can be a meme," Jake said, shrugging, "I was so frustrated because Johnnie might pull  a Sam and cross for our music vid if he can't find a female swap of him."

"It's so you two coded," I said softly.-Oop- it is.

You can't tell me Ecstasy wasn't them feeding the fans that ship.