Wei-Ting

“I quit the team.” “What?” I asked. “Why?” Lucas ran his fingers through his blond hair and grinned. “I’m tired of soccer. It’s boring.” “Boring? That’s not what you said when we signed up.” “You can keep doing it. But I’m done.” I rolled my eyes. Of course he would quit. We got together once a week, and finding anything that would keep Lucas’s attention was torture. “What are we going to do on Saturday mornings then?” Lucas shrugged. “We can just grab coffee like normal friends.” “Normal friends, ha. We can’t be normal friends as long as you’re part of the equation.” “Speak for yourself, Trav.” We were both gay guys, but we were very different gay guys. I was a former football player who transitioned seamlessly to frequenting pretentious breweries in baseball caps with his bearish boyfriend. Lucas was a rail thin flamboyant twink who loved the old-style gay nightlife and practically fought with me when I suggested we do anything he deemed too “normal.” “How about we just