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Christian did his hair, checked himself out in the mirror, and
headed downstairs.
     
    Shea was lounging at the table sipping at a cup of coffee
while reading the newspaper. He was in his work clothes, which consisted of
tattered jeans, a beat up long sleeved T-shirt that used to be white, and tan
work boots. He was a licensed contractor; it was pointless for him to wear nice
clothes since he would be dirty by the end of the day. If Christian was honest
with himself, Shea looked damn fine in his work clothes.
     
    Christian was gay, and Shea was the only one who knew.
Christian just hasn’t had the guts to tell his family. He has three older
brothers who are the epitome of everything male. They are all big, buff, and
loved women. Not that Christian was small, but he was smaller than they were.
He was scared to death at how they would react. He loved his brothers and he
wouldn’t be able to stand it if they couldn’t accept him for being gay.
     
    Christian was also in love with Shea - his best friend
who...was not gay. He
didn’t know how it happened or when, but he was. He realized it when Shea went
to Europe. It was slowly killing Christian, too. It was extremely hard being in
love with someone who would never fall in love with you back. Christian figured
if wanted to keep his friendship with Shea, he needed to keep his mouth shut
about his feelings because he didn’t know what Shea would do if he ever found
out.
     
    Shea Dempsey was a ruggedly handsome man; he was a bit
shorter than Christian at six feet two inches. Shea was thin and toned like
Christian, and didn’t need to work out because his job was physically demanding
enough to keep him in shape. His dark hair was cropped short and he’s had the
same goatee on his face since he was able to grow facial hair. He kept it short
and neat. He also has warm, laughing dark brown eyes that Christian swore he
could stare into all day and night.
     
    “There’s an open mic night at The Raven Lounge on Wednesday
at 9:45 pm,” Shea murmured, sipping his coffee.
     
    Christian groaned and hung his head. “Dude, I’ve told you a
million times already. I’m not singing at an open mic night.”
     
    “Why the hell not? You’re wasting your voice by not sharing
it with the world,” Shea argued, setting the paper down on the table.
     
    “Shea, I can barely sing in front of you, let alone a bar
full of people,” Christian muttered as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
     
    “Which I don’t understand. You have an incredible voice, and
I could listen to you sing for hours,” Shea said.
     
    “I appreciate that, Shea. I really do. But you and I both
know that as soon as I step onto that stage, I’d be puking all over the front
row.”   Christian sighed.
     
    Shea chuckled low. “Yeah, probably.”
     
    Alright, so Christian had another secret that he hid from
everyone except Shea. He could sing, and sing really well. He went to a vocal
coach for years that no one in his family knew about. Shea once said he sounded
like a mixture of Bruno Mars and Jason Mraz - a little raspy, a little jazzy, a
little poppy, and a whole lot of incredible.   Christian also played the guitar, but his family did know
about the guitar since he started playing when he was eight.
     
    Shea hung around for a few more minutes before having to
head to work. Christian sighed heavily. He felt like he had a billion pounds on
his shoulders. He was keeping so many things inside that sometimes he just felt
like he was drowning. Some days, he just wanted to blurt it all out, but the fear
of losing his family was greater. So he kept it all inside, and prayed that he
wouldn’t explode.
     
     
    ~~~~~
     
     
    Margot stared down at the still sleeping Quinn. She was
going to have to wake him, but she just wanted to look at him for a moment
longer. He was sleeping on his stomach, clutching a pillow to his chest. His
hair flattened to his forehead, and the sheet covered one leg and part of