His boyfriend, Johnny, was adorable. A petite blonde that made a habit of looking both cute and wanton at all times. Even when he was angry, it was hard to take him seriously. The way he pouted just made you want to scoop him up in your arms and correct all wrongs. That was Darrel's job though, not mine. I simply served as the shoulder pillow when Darrel wasn't around, doing my best to keep my hands and thoughts to myself. What a tempting pair they were.
We had a fun life, though pangs of jealousy struck me every time I saw them together. To be honest, I wanted Darrel for myself, but he was ever the faithful one, easily winning the best boyfriend on the face of the planet award with his sickening devotion to Johnny.
I, on the other hand, had never been lucky in love. Every boyfriend that I ever had either cheated on me or left me for someone better looking. Not that I was an ugly guy. Just a little plain. Plain brown hair, cut short. Plain brown eyes. Average height. Average intelligence. Nothing special. Apparently, everyone else saw that too.
I remember the day that the invasion happened. Hell, who couldn't. It claimed the entire planet, killed almost everyone.
Darrel and I had the day off of work and decided to spend it watching all the 'classic' movies I hadn't seen. The line up was vast. Grease, Dirty Dancing, Reservoir Dogs, The Big Lebowski. Well, maybe not vast, but it was a lot of movies for one day.
We had both put our phones on silent to avoid interruptions, not that I actually needed mine on silent. The only people who ever called me were my mother, Darrel, and Johnny. Since I was usually with one of the two boys after work, and they'd rather bother each other for things than me, the only person who really ever called my cell phone was my mother.
Darrel's cell phone, however, if put on vibrate, could probably be sold to a sex shop. The guy was beyond popular.