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Between the Lines - 6. Chapter 6

The next day, I paid closer attention to Cal. Not in a weird, creepy way—just observing. Did he get weird if I talked to someone else? Did he care?

Turns out, he didn’t. He was his usual self, easygoing and open. Even when I got up to talk to some classmates, he didn’t seem fazed. Maybe I’d read too much into the other day.

By the time the last block rolled around, I headed to the library for my study session. I opened my books and started reviewing when, sure enough, Cal strolled over.

“Hey, Jer. What’s up? Is this seat taken?” he asked.

“Not yet. Waiting on Jimmy—we’ve got a test coming up, and I told him I’d help out,” I replied.

“Oh. Okay, I’ll leave then,” Cal said, his face shifting slightly, just like it had with Karen.

“You don’t have to go,” I said quickly. “He’s not here yet.”

“Alright,” Cal replied, dropping his bag and skateboard onto the floor as he slid into the seat.

We chatted about exams, swapping tips on what to focus on, and before I realized it, thirty minutes had passed. No Jimmy.

“You need to go somewhere?” Cal asked, catching me checking my watch.

“Huh? Oh, no. Just wondering where Jimmy is. I think he stood me up,” I said, shaking my head.

“I’d never stand you up,” Cal said, his tone casual but deliberate.

What did that mean? Why did he always talk in riddles?

I decided to play it off. “Huh? Sorry, I was distracted.”

“Nothing,” he said, shrugging. “Looks like Jimmy’s not coming. Still feel like going over stuff?”

“Yeah, let’s keep going,” I replied.

“Cool,” Cal said, getting up and moving to the seat next to me.

Now, he didn’t need to do that—he could’ve stayed across from me. But here he was, leaning close, nudging my arm, and brushing against me as we went through notes. It felt deliberate, and I couldn’t help but notice. If anyone had walked by, they’d probably think we were a couple.

Finally, I decided to take a small step. “Hey, Cal… wanna see a movie this weekend? I really want to check out the new Wolverine and Deadpool movie.”

“Sure!” he said, almost too quickly. “I haven’t seen it yet either. It’s a date!”

A date? Was that just a figure of speech? Or something more?

“Cool. I can ask my mom or Ken to drop us off. Jen’s working this weekend,” I said.

“No worries—I’ll drive,” Cal replied.

“You drive? You have your own car?”

“Not mine. My brother’s. He lets me use it when he’s home, but usually I just skate or take the bus.”

“I finally talked to Ken about getting a car,” I said, leaning back against the chair. “I told him I’d help pay for it, and he seemed cool with it. Mom’s on board too, but she wants us to, you know, settle into a routine first before doing anything else.”

Cal raised an eyebrow. “That sounds promising. So, what’s the hold-up?”

I shrugged. “Mom’s just being cautious, I guess. It’s not exactly what I wanted, but hey, at least it feels like we’re moving in the right direction.”

“In time,” Cal said, smirking. “Everything in time.”

There he went again, acting like some old sage.

“So, what kinds of movies do you like?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation. “We’ve got a bunch of subscriptions—maybe you could come over, and we could watch something.”

“Anything but musicals,” Cal said with a laugh. “Can’t stand those.”

I chuckled, but decided to test the waters. “Cool. You know, one movie I really liked was The Dark Knight. Heath Ledger was amazing in it.”

“Yeah, he was great. He’s been in a few good ones—Brokeback Mountain, The Brothers Grimm, stuff like that.”

“You saw Brokeback Mountain?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat.

“Yeah, with Sammy. She wanted me to ‘get in touch with my feelings,’” Cal said, rolling his eyes. “You know how girls are about that stuff.”

My heart sank. That didn’t help.

“So, you liked it? It’s a story about two gay guys,” I said, watching his reaction.

“Yeah, but hey—if you’re not comfortable with your own sexuality, you probably shouldn’t watch stuff like that,” he said with a shrug. “I liked it, but I’m not huge into romance movies.”

“Well, what about you?” Cal asked suddenly. “Did you like it?”

Smooth. He turned the tables on me.

“Yeah,” I said, carefully. “Jen and I watched it.”

“Cool. What did you think of the movie?”

“I liked it,” I said. “I’m into romance… or bromance movies.”

Cal shook his head. “Brokeback Mountain wasn’t a bromance. Those guys were in love. It wasn’t superficial. I hope I find love like that someday… but who knows, right?”

For the next few minutes, Cal talked deeply about the movie. He described the challenges both men faced—society’s judgment, the sacrifices they made, and the weight of living with secrets. “It’s not just a love story; it’s about how love doesn’t always fit neatly into the world we live in,” he said, his voice thoughtful. “And even now, in the 21st century, being gay isn’t as easy as people want to believe. Sure, things are better, but there’s still so much stigma. It makes you wonder… is it worth the risk?”

Jer leaned forward slightly, his voice softer but no less earnest. “Maybe it is worth the risk, but what if you’re wrong? What if you come out and you lose that friend?”

Cal paused, letting the question linger before answering himself. “Well, then… maybe that person wasn’t meant to be your friend in the first place.”

I looked at him, surprised by the conviction in his tone.

“Listen,” he continued, his gaze steady. “We all have our own journeys in life. It’s up to us to decide who we want to tell and who we don’t. But if we don’t take that first step, we’ll always be left wondering. And sometimes those chances disappear, and we’re left with nothing but disappointment.”

His words hung in the air, the honesty of them hitting me harder than I expected.

“So, Cal… what if I told you I was gay? How would you react?”

Cal didn’t miss a beat. “Honestly? No biggie. I don’t care about someone’s sexual preferences—that’s just one part of who they are. What matters to me is them. Are they a good friend? Do they have my back when it counts?”

He leaned back, his tone softening. “I’d accept you, or anyone, for that matter. Look, my mom and I went through hell and back with my dad. I had to learn to accept him for who he was—flaws and all. So why wouldn’t I accept someone who’s gay? It’s not a flaw. It’s just… them. You're a pretty deep thinker, Jer. I like that.”

Before I could say anything else, Cal stood up.

“Sorry, I gotta head out. My brother’s picking me up—no skating home today. The shop called, and my new board’s in,” he said.

“Cool. We’re still good for the movie this Saturday?” I asked.

“Yup. I’ll come get you. Let’s catch the late show—I don’t want to go home early.”

“Sounds good. I’ll buy the tickets online,” I said.

“Perfect. Dinner and a movie,” Cal said, grabbing his bag and board. “See you Saturday!”

As he walked out of the library, I leaned back in my chair, my thoughts spinning.

Dinner and a movie. Cal had said it so casually, like it was just what we did. And that bit about not wanting to go home early? It didn’t feel random. Guys hung out all the time, sure—but this? This felt different.

I thought back to everything: the way he always found reasons to touch me, the shift in his mood when I mentioned Karen, the relief on his face when Jimmy didn’t show up. And then there was the way he talked about Brokeback Mountain, like it wasn’t just some movie but something that meant something to him.

He wasn’t exactly subtle, was he?

Maybe Jen was right. Maybe there was something there, and he was waiting for me to make the first move.

I smirked to myself. “Okay, Cal. You want me to say something? Saturday it is.”

At least by then, I’d have my answer—and if he wasn’t ready to say it, maybe I would.

Calvin's Thoughts

As I walked out of the library and down the hallway, my thoughts churned, but I kept my head high.

Why can’t he see that I like him? Then again, I haven’t exactly spelled it out for him. But Jeremy’s different. He’s real. I haven’t had a friend like that in a long time, someone I can actually talk to.

He didn’t even flinch when I brought up my dad being an alcoholic—or that I don’t drink because both my dads worry about me. Most people get weird or pitying, but not Jeremy. He just… listened.

I don’t want to mess this up.

Still, the way he brought up The Dark Knight. Sure, it’s a great movie, but Heath Ledger? That felt deliberate. Was he testing me? Or just making conversation?

I adjusted the strap of my bag, a small smirk tugging at my lips. Maybe I said too much with Brokeback Mountain, but he didn’t freak out—that’s got to mean something, right? Movie night is still on. I’ll make sure he knows how I feel, one way or another.

And then there was Jimmy. Cal smirked to himself, thinking about how he’d managed to “steer” Jimmy away. It wasn’t hard—Jimmy had a girlfriend and probably didn’t think twice about flaking on a study session. But still. Seeing Jer with anyone else just frustrates me. I’m not the jealous type, but when it comes to him? I guess I am.

He stopped by his locker, tossed his bag inside and hung onto his skateboard and started to walk out the school. His brother would be there soon and he didn’t want to keep him waiting. His dad’s advice played in his head, as clear as if Roger were standing right there. Just ask him. Go with your gut.

Maybe Dad’s right, Cal thought. I should just ask. I’ll do it Saturday—after the movie.

The movie. Cal grinned. I’ve seen it a dozen times and know it like the back of my hand, but Jer’s so excited about it. I don’t want to disappoint him. This will be perfect—a date, and he doesn’t even know it yet.

Cal stepped outside, feeling the cool breeze against his skin. He couldn’t help but laugh softly to himself. He has no idea what’s coming, but I think he’ll be glad it did… or I’ll lose a friend. I guess that’s the worst thing that could happen, or he beats the crap out of me. No. I can’t see him getting physical.

Saturday couldn’t come quickly enough. I’d told Mom, Ken, and Jen that Cal and I were going to see a movie. Jen knew what was going on, but I wasn’t ready to clue Mom or Ken in just yet.

Right on time, Cal showed up at 8 p.m. and came up to the front door. He really didn’t have to—he could’ve just honked the horn, and I’d have been out—but still, it was a nice gesture.

The doorbell rang, and of course, Mom was the first to get to it.

“Oh, hi Calvin! Right on time,” Mom said, opening the door with a smile. “Jeremy mentioned you two were going to the movies.”

“Hey, Kathy,” Cal replied smoothly. “Yeah, figured we’d grab dinner first—stress relief, you know, with exams coming up.”

“Of course, that’s a good idea,” she said, stepping aside. “He’s just coming down.”

I could hear them from upstairs as Mom called out, “Jeremy! Calvin is here! Hurry up, or you’ll be late for the movie!”

As I came down the stairs, I caught snippets of their conversation.

“So, we’re going to catch the late show. Hope that’s okay with you?” Cal asked, sounding way too polite.

“Of course. Are you driving?” Mom asked.

“Yup,” Cal replied. “Don’t worry—no alcohol. We’re grabbing a bite first, then the movie. Might get dessert afterward. My phone’s on if you need to reach us.”

Seriously? Who is this guy? I thought. Eighteen going on eighty?

“That’s so sweet, Calvin, but I trust you boys. Have a good time,” Mom said.

“Oh, Jeremy,” she added as I hit the bottom step, “have a fun night. I’ll leave the light on for you. You have permission to stay out late,” she teased.

“Gee, thanks, Mommy. Will you hold my hand, or can I walk to the car myself?” I replied, shooting her a look.

“No, I think we can leave that to Calvin,” Mom quipped, her grin widening.

What. The. Actual. Hell.

“MOM!,” I groaned, glancing at Cal, who was practically glowing with amusement.

“Don’t worry, Kathy, I’ll take good care of him,” Cal said with a snicker.

“I’m sure you will,” Mom replied, her tone light but loaded.

“Mom—again? Cal, let’s get out of here before she starts reciting my entire embarrassing life story,” I said, practically shoving him out the door.

Once we were outside, Cal chuckled as I muttered under my breath.

“Your mom’s a hoot! I like her,” he said, still grinning.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, well, I’m glad someone enjoyed that. Holy hell—so embarrassing!”

Cal smirked, tilting his head mockingly. “Uhh… do you want me to hold your hand to the car? Or do you think you can manage?”

I groaned, shoving him lightly as we stepped off the porch. “Don’t push your luck.”

Cal chuckled as we walked to his car. “Oh, come on, Jer. Your mom’s awesome. She’s got your back, you know. And hey, she clearly trusts me with her precious baby boy.”

“Cal!” I groaned, glaring at him.

“What?” he said, smirking as he unlocked the car. “I mean, she’s not wrong. I am the perfect gentleman.”

“Yeah, okay. Perfectly full of yourself,” I shot back, sliding into the passenger seat.

He laughed, putting the key in the ignition. “Hey, confidence is key. I thought you’d know that by now.”

The car hummed to life, and we pulled out of the driveway.

As we drove, Cal glanced at me, a sly grin on his face. “So… late show, dinner, dessert. Feels kinda like a date, don’t you think?”

My heart skipped a beat, but I played it cool. “A date? With you? Nah. I’d expect flowers and chocolates at least.”

He snickered. “Noted. Next time, I’ll bring roses.”

“Yeah, right. Like you’d go that far,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Hey, don’t underestimate me,” Cal replied, glancing over briefly. “I might surprise you.”

Was that just Cal being Cal, or was there more to it? Before I could say anything, he reached over and nudged my arm with his elbow, his touch lingering for just a second longer than normal.

“You know,” he said casually, “you’re lucky I’m such a nice guy. Most people wouldn’t put up with all your dramatics.”

“Excuse me? My dramatics?” I shot back, pretending to be offended.

“Yeah, your dramatics. Like the whole ‘I’m dying from embarrassment’ thing back there,” he said, laughing.

“Oh, please. Anyone would be mortified by what my mom said,” I replied, shaking my head.

“Hmm, maybe,” Cal said with a shrug. “But honestly? I think it’s kinda cute.”

The air in the car felt heavier for a moment, his words hanging between us. Was he serious, or just messing with me? I glanced at him, but his focus was on the road, his expression unreadable.

I decided to let it slide. “You’re such a pain, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning. “But you love me for it.”

He said it so casually, like it didn’t mean anything. But the way he smirked after? Maybe it did.

We pulled up to an Italian place close to the movie theater. Swanky, but at least it wasn’t burgers. Honestly, I was starting to get sick of those.

“Italian?” I asked Cal as he parked.

“Yup. Figured we’ve had enough burgers to last a lifetime. Well, at least until next semester—then it’s back to the same old, same old,” he replied, smirking.

“Yeah, too bad there’s nothing else close by,” I said as I unbuckled my seatbelt.

“Couple more years, bud, then we’re in university,” Cal said. “My brothers told me all about it—tons of places to eat. Stay close, and I’ll help you through it.”

“Great,” I said with mock enthusiasm. “Not sure if I should run now or stick around to see what happens.”

“Well, if I were you, I’d stay put. You never know... right?” he said, throwing me a wink.

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Was he flirting, or just being Cal? He was impossible to read.

“Ready to go?” Cal asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“For sure. I’m starving! If this is a date, I want the full experience,” I said, deciding to match his playful tone.

“The night is still young!” he said with a grin. “And, as I said, I am a gentleman.”

I reached for the door handle, but it didn’t budge. “Uh, Cal? Can you unlock the door?”

Instead of unlocking it, he jogged around to my side and opened the door for me. “After you, Jeremy,” he said, holding out his hand with an exaggerated flourish.

“Really?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, you did want the full experience,” he teased. “Let me show you how much of a gentleman I am.”

I laughed, shaking my head, but took his hand as I got out of the car. His grip was firm, steady.

The moment lingered for just a second too long, and I couldn’t help but think, Please let him be gay and into me as much as I’m into him.

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