#there's bread so i guess it'd be a toaster

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i thought these were brief cases to hold your food for a second T_T

Let's settle this:

Where are you from?

What would you call this device (in English and in your native language)?

Have you ever had one?

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Chapter 3- Seb

The fucks his problem? Seb fell back into his gamer chair, wheels sliding back until he hit the wall. Why would he just walk in like that? He was extremely flustered. Since I'm dressed now I guess I'll get breakfast. He got back up and walked upstairs, knowing he wouldn't be able to focus on work after that whole ordeal. Walking into the kitchen he opened the fridge, contemplating grabbing a beer before deciding it'd be best not to. Instead he opened the cupboard, grabbed two pieces of bread and threw them in the toaster.

He waited, leaning against the counter. Why would he do that? Does he know? No! He shook his head. There's no way. Unless…. Does he feel the same way? Seb pushed that thought to the back of his head. Just because I didn't feel good for one night he had to go and blow it out of proportion. The toaster ring brought him back to reality. He grabbed his toast, put some strawberry jam on it and walked toward his room. He was so deep in thought he barely noticed his mom trying to talk to him.

“Sebastian.”

“Oh, hey Rob- Mom.” He caught himself. She didn't like it when he called her Robin.

“Sam wasn't here long. Just rushed past me, didn't stop to make conversation or anything.” She said, “I hear you haven't been feeling good recently.” her voice wasn’t prying but concerned.

“I'm fine.” Seb took a bite of his toast; the crunch enveloped the silent room. He went to say more, then stopped and turned around. “I'll see you later mom.” He walked back to his room, sat at his computer and took a deep breath. I just have to finish this. I can do it.

He worked, thoughts often drifting to Sam, before he would scold himself and focus again on his work.

After a few hours had passed he looked at the clock. It's almost 6. Sam and Abby will be at the stardrop soon. He took a deep breath, preparing himself to go. He showered, then looked at his hair in the mirror. Double and triple checking that it looked good. As he walked out the door he stopped, and went back inside to his parents room. Maybe I should ask. No. That'd be embarrassing. He knocked, and after a few seconds passed with no response he went inside. He walked to the closet and grabbed some of his stepfather Darius’ cologne. He was reading the label.

Dior Perfume

For men

Pine and _____

“Is there a reason you're trying to smell good?”

FUCK! Sebastian practically jumped out of his skin. He turned to see his stepfather in the door. He stood there, staring at Darius, perfume in hand.

“I wasn't trying to scare you.” He looked Sebastian up and down. “You can use that, it's fine.”

“T-thank you.” Seb said, still in shock from the scare.

He went to spray the cologne before Darius interrupted. “Do you know how to put that on?”

“Is there a wrong way to do it?” Seb snarled.

“You spray it once on your wrist, then rub your wrists together. Then do it once on the side of your neck. That's all you need, otherwise it'll be too strong.” Darius smiled at Seb.

“Thanks.” He relaxed a little before spraying the perfume like Darius instructed. After he quickly set down the cologne, he thanked Daruis again and rushed out. He was wearing a black knit sweater, with tan slacks. Which he paired with the blue and gray snow boots his mom had bought him when he was 15.

He walked to the Stardrop. Checking his breath and reflection. I don't know why I’m like this. I check my breath as if there's even the slightest chance I'll get that straight boy to kiss me. He arrived, opened the door and walked to the billiards table nonchalantly.

“Sup.” He gave an awkward dudebro nod in the direction of Abby and Sam as he arrived.

Abby giggled.

Fuck that was embarrassing. Who says sup? And Whyd I nod?

“Hey bro, it's great to see you! I take it you're feeling better.” Sam smiled at him. Sam's smile always had a way of making Seb feel less alone, like he wasn't a social outcast no one wanted to talk to. “You feel good enough to beat me today?” Sam's smile turned into a triumphant grin.

“We’ll see.”

“Youre saying that like there's no chance I win.” Abby chimed in.

“You’ve never won before,” Seb shot back.

Abby looked at him, doing a double take. “Maybe todays the day.”

Seb walked toward the pool cues and as he passed Abby she whispered in his ear. “You look awfully dressed up today.” She said it in a taunting voice. Seb froze.

Abby sniffed and continued, “oh and is that cologne?” She gave him a look he could tell was meant to be playful, but it was hard to take it that way.

Shit, has she caught on? No it's fine, just act like normal and laugh it off. Seb gave a halfhearted laugh. “No silly.” He grabbed his pool cue and walked to the table. Abby followed suit then so did Sam.

“Who's gonna break it today?” Sam addressed the group.

They all stood there in silence, no one wanting to volunteer.

“Not me,” Abby said. “I'm terrible at it.”

“That's true.” Seb added.

“How bout I teach you how?” Sam said, looking at Abby.

“I guess that's fine.” Abby lined up the shot then Sam waved his hand to stop her.

“Let me help you.” Sam positioned himself behind Abby, wrapping his arms around her and grabbing her hands to guide her. Abby tensed up and Seb looked away. With a lump in his throat he said, “Imma get a beer.” And walked away avoiding looking at them. As he walked away he heard the clacking of balls.

“Can I get a beer please.” Seb said as he approached the counter.

“Sure thing buddy.” Gus said.

Seb looked back toward the two playing pool. He leaned against the table and watched as Sam lined up his shot.

Thump. Gus set the beer on the counter next to Seb.

“Thanks,'' Seb said as he picked the beer up and walked back, not even bothering to look at Gus. He walked back toward them, chugging the beer as he went. Drinking the entire thing then slamming it against the edge of the pool table. “I take it, it's my turn.” Seb said, with the added confidence of one beer under his belt. He picked up his pool cue and made his first shot. As they played and the alcohol set in Seb loosened up.

By the end of the game seb had drunk one too many beers. They were tied three ways. It was all up to whoever made this last shot, and it was Sebs turn. He drunkenly lined up his shot as the other two watched, but his hands were shaking. He took a deep breath then felt someone come behind him, grabbing his hands to stabilize them.

“Need some help bro?” Sam said.

Seb could feel Sam's body on his, and it felt incredible. “Thanks.” Seb stammered. Sam helped Seb as he sunk the final shot.

“YOU WON!!” Sam cheered.

But Seb was still in shock from the feeling of Sam's body on his. Suddenly Seb realized that he couldn't back away from the table or else he'd be very embarrassed.

Abby joined in on the cheering before Seb drunkenly said. “Of course I won, I've always been better at pool than you.” His words were a tad slurred but they could still understand him.

“What?” Sam laughed. “You're funny bro.”

“No, I'm serious. I only let you win because…” A wave of nausea hit Seb and he doubled over like he was about to vomit.

“You've had too much to drink, you should probably head home.” Abby came to his rescue.

“Oh I'll walk him.” Sam said.

“No, I got it.” Abby snapped. “Let's get you home pal.” She grabbed his shoulder and helped him to his feet. Leading him outside while he looked at Sam, ashamed.

They were now outside and Abby was leading Seb home. “But, Sam.” Sebastian said.

“What about Sam huh?” Abby prodded him.

“I… He is so cute the way worries about me, and how he plays and his banter.” His words were slurred but he looked at Abby, eyes pleading for someone, anyone to understand him. Suddenly a second wave of nausea hit him and he doubled over and vomited. “shit,” he looked down. Abby got him back up. “Abby.” Seb stopped and looked up at her. “I’m gay.” He looked at her, waiting for the shock to set it. He didn't expect rejection but in his head he knew it was possible. He didn't know any other gay people in pelican town. As far as he knew he was the only one.

Abby raised her eyebrows. “Wow, shocker.” She said with dry sarcasm.

He looked at her and began tearing up. “I don't know what to do.” His tears turned to sobs. “Is that all you have to say?”

“Man you're a mess.” she looked at him. “And I don't care if you're gay, it's pretty obvious to anyone you guys like each other.” He hated the way she said it as if it's not a big deal.

“It is?” Seb said, trying to hold back his sobs.

“Dude, the way you reacted when he put his arms around me.” Then she muttered under her breath, ”Though that did shock me too.” She gave him a look of sympathy. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I dont know!” Seb cried.

“Well you're gonna have to figure it out. Sams not the brightest but he’ll understand.”

“Should I tell him?” He looked up at Abby, pleading for an answer.

“I don't know man, it's up to you.” That was not the reply he wanted to hear. “It's probably best if you do. I think you'd make a cute couple.”

“Ugh, I just wanna kiss his stupid face.” Seb whined.

They walked home in silence. Seb felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. Finally, he was able to share his feelings with someone other than himself.