But at some point I got tired of studying and went back there. I sat at the bar and had a light drink.

"Roger!" I heard someone call out. I knew the voice from somewhere. I turned around, but I didn't see the person because so many were dancing and the only light source was the disco lights. "Roger!" Again. That was Malcolm! I stood on my bar stool and balanced awkwardly on it. I saw him. He was at the back of the bar. He was talking to a blond man. The two laughed. The blonde had his hand on Malcolm's hip. Was that Malcolm's boyfriend? My eyes started to burn. It couldn't be! Why would he buy me a drink when he had a boyfriend? I sat down again and looked in my glass. Like everyone else I had ever loved, he had deceived me. Tears were now running down my cheeks. Suddenly someone was sitting next to me. "Hey. Why are you so sad, Angus? "I turned my head. Malcolm. He wiped the tears from my cheeks." Your pretty face shouldn't be stained with tears."  Without wanting to, I smiled. The blonde was standing behind Malcolm again. He had his hands on Malcolm's hips and was holding on.

"Who's that?" I asked, sniffing. I glared at the blonde. Malcolm turned and took the man by the hand. Oh no! The two were together. He helped the blonde sit down.

"This is Angus. I told you about him, Rog. I met him here a few weeks ago."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Roger." The man said politely. I nodded a little and held out my hand, but he didn't give me his.

"Angus holds out his hand for ten o'clock." Malcolm said. Roger nodded and gave me his hand. What was that? Ten o'clock?

"Is he your boyfriend?" I asked, looking at Malcolm. My eyes were full of tears again. Malcolm started to laugh. I looked at him puzzled. Why was he laughing?

"Is that why you are sad and crying?" Malcolm took my hand and stroked it. I blushed again. "You can rest assured, Angus." He giggled. "I don't have a boyfriend. Roger's my childhood friend." I nodded and took a breath of relief. The bartender looked at us.

"What do you want to drink?" He asked. I raised my almost full glass. He nodded. "And you Malcolm?"

"What Angus has." He said.

"And you?" He looked at Roger, who anxiously took Malcolm's hand.

"What's going on, Mal?" He whispered.

"It's all right. What do you want to drink, Rog? "

"Em ... what you have, Mal."

"You heard it, Brian." Malcolm grinned at the bartender. It looked like they knew each other. Brian nodded and left. A moment later the drinks were next to us. Malcolm let go of Rogers hand. The blond squeaked fearfully and tried Malcolms Hand again.

"Malcolm!" He cried anxiously. Honestly? What was that supposed to mean? Everyone was looking at us!

"Everything's fine, Rog." Malcolm said, stroking Roger's shoulder. "I'm still here. I'm just having a drink." The blonde nodded and put his hands on Malcolm's hips. I wanted to put my hands on Malcolm's hips too! Why did Roger do this when they were just buddies !?