FICTION
The Easter Bunny: A Gay Romance
I shouldn’t have done that at church!
I was hot. Really hot. We were inside an air-conditioned church, but I could still feel sweat forming along my hairline. This was April — early April — and it just didn’t seem fair that I already had to double up on my deodorant to keep from stinking up the place.
Not only that, but I was also a tad hung-over, thanks to my stupid college roommates and their superhuman knack for peer pressure. I didn’t overdo it, but a tad hung-over is still a tad too much when you’re only eighteen and you have church in the morning.
Easter church. Did I mention that? It was Easter Sunday. That was like the Super Bowl of church. Well, maybe Christmas was the Super Bowl of church. But Easter was at least the Rose Bowl. Or the play-offs.
I don’t watch sports.
Mom kept eyeing me suspiciously. Either I underestimated the amount of deodorant to use, or she sensed the hangover. Not sure which was worse.
Just as my brain was settling into a calm state of meditation (i.e. sleep), my phone started buzzing in my pocket.
Actually, I use the word “buzzing” to avoid the embarrassment of telling you that my ringtone was an early ’90s rap song by Salt-N-Pepa. What can I…
