Hope Cove, where he, Lucas, and Oliver lived, was too small for a club. He fell into the gyrating rhythm of the music immediately. They paid their cover, and Haydn darted out ahead of his friends, skipping straight onto the dance floor. They walked across the parking lot with Haydn leading, anxious to get inside the club and dance. Haydn shimmied in his seat, his red leather jacket making little rustling noises with the movements. The bass from the music was loud enough to vibrate the inside of Lucas’s car as they pulled into the parking lot. THEY ARRIVED at the club a few minutes later. How’d you even get your gay card? I assumed silver hot pants were a requirement.”

“I’d rather be seen in mom jeans than the tinfoil hot pants you’re currently sporting,” Oliver retorted. Shorter on the sides and longer on top is very in right now. In the meantime, how’s my hair?” he asked, pulling the dark curl at the front down in front of his eyes. Did you grow up in a cardboard box? Everyone’s seen Top Gun. I have more gay sex than you do, asshole. “Is that some sort of weird hetero reference I’m not getting?” “Well, if that’s the case, consider us Goose and Iceman.” “It’s been way too long since I’ve been good and fucked, and if you two are proper wingmen, we can find some beautiful man to take me home and I will be far less of a bitch in the near future.” Tonight is about getting me laid,” Haydn said as he flicked the visor down and used the miniature mirror to touch up his eyeliner. “Tonight is not about bunnies and babies. I’m just making sure Mack remembered she needs her bunny before bed.” Of course he’s gonna be a freak about it,” Lucas countered. “PUT YOUR fucking cell phone away, Oliver.

Brokenhearted by Cate Ashwood