what happens in college

Brea: "You should get one~" I laughed.

Adam: "Where would I put it?!"

Brea: "In your apartment, unless you aren't allowed to have pets."

Adam: "Well...I dunno..."

Brea: I shrugged. "It's your choice, obviously."

Adam: "Hm...I don't know. I'm not sure they allow pets..." We used to have a dog when I was younger, and something happened to it, but I didn't remember what. But I didn't want to risk having a pet.

Brea: "Okay." I turned back to looking at the pets.

Adam: "Look, there's some cats."

Brea: "They're cute, too."

Adam: "I refuse to use that word..."

Brea: "Fine, use the word "hot." You're used to saying that one, aren't you?"

Adam: I rolled my eyes. "I can't call a kitten hot!"

Brea: "You call a lot of other..things...hot." I felt like being difficult, even though I knew what he meant.

Adam: "Like what?" I asked. "I don't call other dudes hot!"

Brea: "no, you call alot of girls hot, though."

Adam: "Not anymore," I mumbled, shifting over to another cat cage.

Brea: "What do you mean?"

Adam: I sighed. "Promise me you won't freak out when I tell you?"

Brea: "As long as you don't say you're gay I won't"

Adam: I laughed. "I'm not gay. I promise. What makes you think I could possibly be gay?"

Brea: "Don't change the subject. Tell me."

Adam: "Fine. Brea, I don't look at other girls the same way anymore since I met you."

Brea: My jaw dropped slightly, but then I blinked the shocked expression away. I looked over at the puppies, or the cats, just not Adam. "Oh. You made me think you were going to say something /bad/, but that wasn't a bad thing at all. Not for me, anyways, maybe for other girls."

Adam: I sighed. "I just thought you might think it was, uh, strange...since we're not dating right now, I mean..."

Brea: I bit my lip over a smile. "No, it just earned you a few points, actually." Because maybe it would be easier to trust him than I thought.