Tucker and Chad swayed back and forth to the music. “I wish I could tell the world, ya know?” Chad said.
“Tell the world what?”
“How much I love you. Even that I do. It’s not fair.”
“No.”
“People were, like, all happy for you and Savannah. That you were a couple. Are.”
“But we’re not. She’s with someone else now.”
“Except no one knows you’re not. And no one can know we are. And that’s not fair.”
“No.”
“I have to go,” Chad said.
“That’s not fair, either.”
Chad kissed him. “I know.” He pulled away and picked up the blanket that Roy had cleaned himself with, trying his best to dry the front of his underpants as Tucker pulled up his.
“I hope we can do this again,” Tucker said. “I hope you’re not upset you…” He nodded toward where Chad was rubbing himself with the striped, fringed fabric.
“It was primo, to tell you the truth. And we still have lots of things we haven’t done—stuff to look forward to someday. In the future.”