I'm his "it's complicated" girlfriend...the_sidewinderMay 8 2008, 18:06:52 UTC
Sex never takes more than half an hour with Faris; it's a very quick and simple process that goes something like this: door locked, clothes off, on the bed, then fifteen or twenty minutes of frantic scratching and sweating and grinding, and they're done. Clothes on, out of the door, shifty looks all around to check that no one's watching. Always Faris' room, always his rules. It's not that Joshua minds exactly (quite frankly he'd take the offer up even if Faris wanted it on a bed of barbed wire, such is his lust) but a little more consideration wouldn't go amiss. A little more recognition that it's his best friend and not a faceless body that Faris is fucking. A little...(dare he even think it?) tenderness.
(It's almost painful to think about it. Joshua feels like he has to dig his own nails into his arm because Faris isn't there to do it for him, to grab him viciously and shake the sentimentality out of him.)
They have a problem. A catch-22. Every argument they have ends up in the same circular dialogue.
"I really care about you, you know."
"Then why can't anyone know about us?"
"Because I'm not ready for all that."
"If you really cared about me then you'd tell them."
"If you really cared about me, you wouldn't try to make me."
So no one knows. No one has guessed. When Joshua flees Faris' room in the middle of the night, clutching his damp clothes to his sweaty chest, he tries to justify it to himself. Faris can't tell his parents, his friends, his girlfriend. The slim girl with the long brown hair is his official girlfriend. Joshua is the other woman. His "it's complicated" girlfriend. Except he's not a girl and he's starting to dislike being his friend, and it's only complicated because Faris makes it that way.
(It's almost painful to think about it. Joshua feels like he has to dig his own nails into his arm because Faris isn't there to do it for him, to grab him viciously and shake the sentimentality out of him.)
They have a problem. A catch-22. Every argument they have ends up in the same circular dialogue.
"I really care about you, you know."
"Then why can't anyone know about us?"
"Because I'm not ready for all that."
"If you really cared about me then you'd tell them."
"If you really cared about me, you wouldn't try to make me."
So no one knows. No one has guessed. When Joshua flees Faris' room in the middle of the night, clutching his damp clothes to his sweaty chest, he tries to justify it to himself. Faris can't tell his parents, his friends, his girlfriend. The slim girl with the long brown hair is his official girlfriend. Joshua is the other woman. His "it's complicated" girlfriend. Except he's not a girl and he's starting to dislike being his friend, and it's only complicated because Faris makes it that way.
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