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If you asked 15 year old Steve if he thought he would still be pining over the asshole in his math class (dennis or whatever his name is, asshole) after 30 years, he probably would've looked at you like you were fuckin' nuts. But, that's where he is right now.
His best friend, Dennis (aka asshole from math class), comes home to a family (2 kids, 18 year gap, and a wife) after a gruesome day of mysteriously burnt up junkies. While Steve comes home to a cold bed and a bottle of viagra waiting for another night on the town.
See, when little ole Steve realized he had a crush on Dennis The Mathhole from 3rd period he went through 2 emotions, back to back. First, was realization, then was denial. Oh look, realization had come back to play. Wait they have a friend! Who could that be? Oh never fear! It's just denial again. That was fun.
The final emotion to set into his brain was acceptance (accompanied by fluttering in his stomach, oh no.), "it'll be gone by next month." What a foolish thought.
Steve's crush lasted the rest of high school, because apparently the love gods had it out for him and made sure he had at least one class with him each school year. The crush finally went away after they had all graduated and started packing for their new separate distinguished college's.
Sure, every once in awhile Steve had a fleeting thought about Dennis but nothing as serious as when he saw him, everyday, for four years straight. So, Steve moved on with his life.
He moved to a small unknown town with a good community after college, trained to be an EMT, and chased away the loneliness with a beer and a hard dick to keep him satisfied. Until, that is, Dennis became his EMT partner. Then all those washed and wished away feelings for Dennis the Mathhole suddenly came splashing back. Shit.