"Exactly," Leo laughs. "Collect the whole set!"
"So… Some of us are still trying to figure out which type we are," Jaren admits, looking relieved.
Jeff, who's been quiet through most of this, suddenly looks up with a completely deadpan expression. "I go by 'Fruit by the Foot' when I'm on Grindr."
The room goes silent for exactly one second before everyone loses their minds. Tyler spits beer across the table. Max falls off the couch. I'm crying actual tears.
Jeff calmly passes around paper towels while we all die.
"Oh please," I gasp, clutching my sides, "please say I can quote you on that?"
Jeff winks. "Cutie, you can quote me anytime you want."
I feel Gavin stiffen beside me, his arm sliding around my shoulders.
"Though I'm equal opportunity," Jeff continues with a grin and a wink for Gavin. "Anyone tall enough to be literally climbed like a tree is free to use it." He looks directly at Gavin. "I'd say 6'4" qualifies."
Now I'm the one scowling while Gavin pulls me closer.
"Learn something new every day about the people you live with," Drew says, still wiping tears from his eyes.
When the laughter finally dies down, Gavin asks with complete seriousness, "Is that actually a type? Really tall guys?"
I lose it again. "It is now!"
I'm already pulling out my phone, typing quickly:Just learned the correct term for extremely tall gays is "Fruit by the Foot." I cannot make this up. Thank you, random frat boy, for your service to the community. #FruitByTheFoot #GayEducation
"And posted," I announce.
My phone immediately starts blowing up with notifications. Within minutes, it's got hundreds of likes and comments.
"Holy shit," Max says, checking his own phone. "People are already using the hashtag!"
"Jeff, you're gonna be famous," Tyler laughs.
Jeff shrugs. "I said what I said."
As we settle in to actually watch the movie, I'm tucked against Gavin's side, still occasionally giggling about Jeff's declaration. My phone keeps buzzing with notifications; the tweet is apparently taking on a life of its own.
"Thank you," Gavin whispers against my hair.
"For what?"
"Being patient with me."
I turn to look at him in the flickering light from the TV. "You're worth being patient for."
His smile is gentle and just for me.
My phone buzzes again. The tweet just hit a thousand likes. And somehow, surrounded by frat boys who held a fart competition for charity and just learned what "gagging" means, tucked against a sweet giant who's figuring himself out, I realize...
Fuck. I actually like it here.
These idiots are growing on me. Gavin's basically a human space heater, and I'm not mad about it. My friends are having actual fun instead of huddling together like scared rabbits.
This is good. This is really fucking good.
My phone buzzes again. The tweet just hit two thousand likes. Jeff's contribution to gay culture has been immortalized, and I'm probably never going to stop laughing about it.
