The gray area between right and wrong mattered even in situations of love. Armin and Mujal, the best of friends since they were elementary school kids, were laughing up everyday life with another friend during weekdays when they didn’t have classes together. Sometimes they’d shoot up their arms in the bathroom, and other times they’d try to challenge each other to hook up with a particular hottie.
Even as they had their fun, never seeming serious about anything in their lives, Garnet, one of their coolest and smartest friends, was the one object of admiration and affection. He always said interesting things, or intelligent things, or fun things, or thoughtful things. Armin remembered once when he’d said he lost his running shoes somewhere in his huge house, and asked Garn where else he should look. Garn had said, “If they aren't where you can see, look where you can bury." He didn't understand at first, but later he realized his shoes had been buried beneath his mountain of used gym towels, which he always placed in a back closet. What made Garn's response interesting was the fact he didn't know the state of Armin’s house or that he was truly a messy person at home. He usually organized and maintained his lockers and desk, so how did Garn guess his shoes were buried?
From there, Armin slowly grew to like Garn’s intriguing but mysterious personality more and more. He’d asked him out, shared his weed stock, had sex, and drank with him. Garn grew bored of their routine eventually and dumped him when he realized being with Armin wouldn’t benefit him in the future. Mujal remembered once when Garn had told him from out of nowhere, “Your sleeves droop into your food when you eat. If you don’t start folding them, Chenelle will dump you.” The next day, Chenelle did just that. Mujal knew Garn had never spoken with her before, so how had he predicted she’d break up? He was interested in the guy ever since, and they’d started meeting up all the time. Garn always had a certain charm about him that neither Armin nor Mujal could deny. Somehow, they’d interested Garn enough to keep seeing them.
On their last year of college, Garnet felt trepidation at the sight of them one Friday morning. Up until then, he’d thought he knew them both pretty well. He’d gone to Mujal’s basement, something that he’d been asked to never do. Normally Garn would’ve respected that, but his cat had leaped from his arms and gone down the forbidden stairs, and following, he’d heard a sound out of the ordinary. Peeking through the shuttered window and shaking in his boots, he tried to keep his breathing even and silent. Eyes wide, he took in the scene, Armin’s and Mujal’s profiles, then he turned and fled through the backyard’s patch of mud.
Thinking back on it, Garn shouldn’t have escaped that way. If he hadn’t stepped in the mud, they wouldn’t have seen his shoe print and known he’d peeped. He’d done so many sloppy things that night. He should have thought his actions through more, so his comfortably boring and peaceful life wouldn’t have been destroyed. Then again, if it hadn’t been, he probably wouldn’t have wanted to get to know Eliot as much as he did now. As for the gray area between right and wrong mentioned earlier? Well, maybe they all needed to find it.
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