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Diesel
Once Bull dismissesus from Church, I knew now would be the perfect time to talk to Hollywood. He’s one of the last ones to get up from his seat, so I wait outside the room for him. I shoot Tink a quick text letting her know what I’m doing so she can come talk to him if she wants. When Hollywood walks out of the room, his eyes lock with mine.
“We need to talk,” I state.
He lets out a heavy sigh. “Can it wait until later?”
“No. I’ve waited long enough. It’s now or never, brother.”
Pain flashes in his eyes but it’s gone just as fast.
“Alright. Do you wanna talk here or in private,” he asks.
“Better to keep our business private. Don’t you think?” Tink says from behind Hollywood. He glances over his shoulder at her.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” he says to her. “Let’s go to my room.”
The three of us walk down the hall to Hollywood’s room. Once inside, Tink makes herself at home, choosing to sit on his bed. While Hollywood and I both continue standing.
“So, what’s up,” Hollywood asks.
I look to Tink and she nods her head. It’s her way of telling me to go ahead. I take a deep breath and turn to Hollywood.
“There’s something that’s been on my mind for months now,” I tell him. “It was, and still sort of is, confusing to me. But I have feelings for you, Hollywood. Real feelings.”
“We both do,” Tink adds.
Hollywood shakes his head. “No. This isn’t okay. Nothin’ about this is okay. The rest of the brothers would never be okay with the two of us bein’ together.” He gestures between himself and me. “Not sayin’ I even feel the same.”
“Bullshit. They’re our brothers. They’re the least judgmental people we know,” I say. “They would be happy to see that we’re happy.”
“Hollywood, I’ve seen the way you look at Diesel when you think no one is watching,” Tink admits. “It’s the way Diesel looks at me. The way he looks atyou. It’s okay to have feelings for him.”
We’re all silent for a moment. Oddly enough, it isn’t an awkward silence. It never is with the two of them.
“We could make it work with the three of us,” Tink suggests. She stands, moving so she’s in front of him. Her hand goes to his cheek and not an ounce of jealousy flows through me. “We miss you, H. Promise me you’ll at least think about it?”
He seems to mull it over but eventually nods his head. She stands on her tiptoes, kissing his cheek. Then she turns to me.
“Let’s give him time to think about it.” She grabs my hand and together we leave Hollywood’s room.
“Do you wanna go back outside,” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “No. I’m over being around everyone right now. Want to come hang out at my house?”
“Really?” I don’t know why her inviting me over shocks me, but it does.
“Yes, really.” She giggles.
“Alright, let’s go,” I say. “Should I grab some clothes or will I be comin’ back here later?”
“Hmm.” She taps her chin. “Grab some clothes just in case.”
“You got it.” I grin. We make a stop in my room and I grab a backpack out of my closet. I put a pair of sweats, a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and clean boxer briefs in my bag, then I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste out of the bathroom. Once I put them in my bag, I zip it up and toss it over my shoulder.
I lock up my room, wrap my arm around Tink’s shoulders, and together we walk out of the clubhouse.
