Walking through my front door, it’s just before seven o’clock, and way fucking later than I normally get home. A meeting with one of my student’s parents ran much longer than anticipated. I drop my briefcase by the door before kicking my shoes off, just as my phone rings from where it’s at in my pocket. Pulling it out, I check the screen and it’s a FaceTime call from my buddy, Knox. A smile cracks on my face as I hit connect.

“My man! Long time no talk, bro.” Out of all my hometown friends, Knox and his husband, Aston, are the ones I talk to the least. Not because we aren’t as close, but simply because we’re all so busy. There’s never any time. They moved to Portland the summer after Aston graduated—he’s a year younger than us.

Aston owns a successful art studio. He opened it not long after they moved there—I’m pretty sure it’s the reason they chose that area in the first place. For as long as I can remember, he’s been into art. He has a gift, and it’s been fucking incredible watching his passion transform into a successful career. He’s busted his ass to get where he’s at now, and it’s admirable.

Knox is just as successful, but in a different way. He runs a non-profit center for kids who come from abusive families. He built the business from the ground up, and hustles every fucking day for those kids. Knox’s dad is a real piece of work. When we were still in college, he beat the shit out of Knox when he learned he was gay. He was in the hospital for several days and had some extensive injuries. Knox was, thankfully, able to put his ass in prison. So to say that the center is near and dear to his heart is an understatement. I’m so fucking proud of him.

“Cashy boy! What the fuck is up?”

“Just getting home from work. Been a shit day, let me tell ya. How’s it going on that side of the country?”

“I’m just getting home too. Talked to Weston. He said you’re going there for spring break?”

“Yup. Leave Friday. You should come, dude!” I prop my phone on the counter in the kitchen as I pull the fridge open and grab a Bud Light, twisting the top off and pouring a swig in my mouth.

“Can’t. The center’s been keeping me busy as fuck. Plus, Aston has a huge art exhibit next week. What’s new with you?”

“Work and more work. It’s finals week, and it’s been chaotic.” I laugh, taking another swig from my beer.

“Seeing anyone?” He lifts a questioning brow at me.