My relationship with Alex was… different. We haven’t known each other for very long, and to be honest, we don’t really know much about each other. But something about us when we met each other just seemed to click.

My name’s Jason. I’m 5’8”, have semi short, straight black hair brought up at the front, emerald green eyes (I swear I think I have the greenest eyes on the planet, no kidding) tannish skin and have a light, slim build. Not really that toned, but I have somewhat of a six pack and a non-bony back.

Alex on the other hand, is like, super hot. He’s not as tall as me, like 5’6” 5’7” ish, he has short dark brown curly hair, hazel eyes, and has a stronger build than I do. His arms are thick, he has a strong back, his abs aren’t much better than mine, but his CHEST, lord I could stare at it forever. He had really strong and defined chest. He’s about as tan as I am, too.

So anyway, I met Alex on a fishing trip. I was invited by some friends and well, we got along really well. He was really shy at first, but afterwards, we both got comfortable around each other. We joked around a lot, bothered the girls, and laughed, A LOT. We thought everything was funny.

I started hanging out with Alex every so often. Not a lot, since we didn’t live particularly close to each other (like, opposite ends of the city), but when we did see each other, it’s as if we’d seen each other the day before. We always hugged, with a big old “WASSUP DUDE!” and just walked around talking about stuff. Hugs, fist bumps, quality chill time, and never treating any other guy the way we treated each other, there wasn’t much more to be said.