Book 2| Fab Life of Jay Chapter: 3
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Jay
I walk into the graduation dinner and see the guy from the club last night. Oh no, this can’t be. The only people supposedly at this dinner are family. That means that hottie is someone related to someone in this room.
I know it isn’t Jaime; I’m her family. As far as I know, Keira and Kevin only have their mom. That means the all-American hottie is a Case.
Laura, who is Adam’s mom, has three sons. I’ve met Adam and Austin, but I have never met the oldest son since he’s been away at school.
I go over to say my hellos to Keira and the other new high school graduates. Then I approach Laura and her husband, Stephen.
“Laura, darling, congrats on getting your youngest out into the adult world now,” I tell her, giving her a hug.
“Thank you, Jay!” Laura replies, hugging me back.
I hold my hand out to her husband, Stephen. “Stevie, I know you must be proud of your boy.”
“I’m very proud, thank you, Jay,” he says as he shakes my hand. I sit down next to them and can see Mr. Hottie looking at me.
“So, I see Austin made it in for Adam’s graduation. Did your other son come in for this momentous occasion?” I ask her, praying she doesn’t say the name I suspect is Mr. Hottie’s.
“Yes, Evan is here; he’s just over there next to Austin,” Laura says.
Shit! It is Mr. Hottie. That’s Evan, Laura’s oldest son—the one I know who hasn’t come out of the closet and isn’t sure about his s****l identity.
Just great. I guess I’m going to be living something out of the movie *Some Like It Hot* now. Only instead of Evan hiding as a woman to escape the mob like Tony Curtis did, he’s hiding from his parents about his sexuality. Not gonna lie, I wouldn’t mind being his Marilyn Monroe if he’s my Tony Curtis.
Stop, Jay. I can’t go there. I always end up heartbroken by guys like Evan. I won’t be his dirty secret, especially when we would be keeping secrets from people I consider friends.
After we finish eating, I decide I better put Evan at ease. I can see that as we were eating, he kept looking at me as if he thought I was going to spill his secret.
I approach him and act like I’ve never met him.
“Well, hello, Mr. All-American. I don’t think we’ve met,” I say to Evan.
“Um, no, I don’t think I’ve met you, sir,” Evan replies.
Sir? Really? Do I look like an old man or someone who dominates? Good lord, I hope not. But I ignore it for now.
“That’s right; you two have never met! Evan, this is Jay. He’s Mom’s hair and makeup artist, and he’s also responsible for Keira and Adam getting together,” Austin says, clapping me on the back.
“I thought Adam and Keira had known each other since they were kids. Isn’t she Kevin’s twin sister?” Evan asks, confused.
“Yes, sweetie, that is true. I just gave Keira a new hairstyle and haircut, plus I might’ve helped her a little with some different clothing choices that caught your brother’s attention,” I tell him.
“I see,” Evan says.
“Yeah, I’m just the fairy godfather here for them,” I laugh.
“That he is. If you’ll excuse me, I need to talk to my dad about something,” Austin says, excusing himself and leaving just me and Evan.
“I’m Jay,” I tell Evan.
Evan smiles and says, “I’m Evan, the oldest brother of Adam and Austin.”
“The oldest brother. That comes with a lot of responsibility. From what I know, you’re supposed to take over for your father when he finally retires. I imagine that’s a lot of responsibility for you and quite stressful.”
“Thank you,” Evan whispers.
“Sure, don’t worry; I was as surprised as you were,” I whisper back.
Evan’s hand touches my chest. “I’m glad I could see you again, even if it was a surprise,” he whispers.
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Evan
I forgot myself for a moment standing next to Jay. I was touching him, and at any moment, anyone could look over and wonder what was going on. This is not the place for me to say, “Hey, I might be gay.”
So, I took my hand away from him and cleared my throat. Jay smiled at me and reached for his wallet.
“I do have to give something to Keira, but I do men’s haircuts as well as women’s at my salon. Let me give you my card if you ever need to do something with your hair,” he says to me.
He hands me his card. I take it from him and notice it has his personal cell phone number on it. He must have seen me looking at it, so he says, “I don’t give these cards out to just anyone. They are for exclusive clients like your mother.”
“I see. So, you have many clients like my mother?” I ask him.
“A few, especially the women who need makeup done for special events, yes. If you’ll excuse me, let me get this over to Keira. It’s a special gift she wants to give to your brother,” he says.
I watch Jay walk away and go over to Keira. He really is a handsome man. I look down at his business card and think maybe later on I’ll send him a little text and just see.
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