Roger wished Doyle would call. He hated to get his hopes up, but there was nothing else going on, but work. Someone had told him he should try out for another summer play production. Of course, he had decided drama was out when he was with Olivia. He felt as if everything had been spread so thin back then. Now he felt as if he had nothing to do. But he just couldn't quite figure out how to fill this void.
He wanted Doyle to want him, instead of the other way around.
Roger always hated rejection.
"Why don't you call him?" Demetri didn't understand at dinner one night over at Demetri and Cory's apartment.
"Don't call him." Cory begged to differ.
Of course, Roger was a bit pissed with Cory.
"You need some time alone." Cory told him. "Get to know you. I mean, you have this strange way about you. You know how you are, oh, a girl, I gotta have a girlfriend. Then that falls through, and you're back to wanting to be with a guy, again."
"That's not true." Roger glared back at him. It made him angry that Cory thought of him that way.
"But it is. Always wanting to try something completely different." Cory winced as he pushed his plate of pasta away.
"What about you? You always dated girls constantly in high school." Roger reminded him. "What about that?"
"That was when I didn't want anyone to know I was gay. Not like I had sex with them." Cory sighed.
Roger fumed then. Cory made him feel he needed to go to sex therapy or something. Maybe he did like sex. Maybe, but this simple thing with Olivia and the yeast infection had really made him rethink a lot about himself.
No, it was going to be different this time. Completely different. Of course, it would help if Roger knew if Doyle was even gay.
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