He's Got a Fiancé, I've got an empty bottle of champagne, and we're both about to be miserable forever. (True Story, Part 1)

Part one of a story that has changed my life, and the story is still going on. Because it's such a long, ongoing thing, I decided to cut it up into parts so that I could tell a better, more detailed story and give my first love story the justice it deserves.I got hired at a college as a tutor and made a friend that would forever change my life, and I, his. We became friends after coming off as rivals to each other due to our specified discipline in college, but nonetheless a beautiful friendship blossomed, but from the beginning, it wasn't a normal friendship to me.Our first real encounter budded during the breast cancer walk of 2014. Our boss and his girlfriend (who was married at the time (another extremely long story; she left her husband and his now happily married to my then boss)) forced us to join them in the wee morning hours of October for this event. I only agreed because he'd be going; I didn't want to be a third wheel again.We all met up for breakfast at Denny's, and everyone made fun of my swollen sleepy face; it was 6am, after all. We finally arrived to Balboa Park, and I was excited to see what was going on; I had never gone to a breast cancer walk.We parked by a nice house; Anthony, we'll call him, stepped out of the car and pointed at a house down the street. "My Dad contracted that house. It's owned by two doctors. I remember going there when I was younger. They had this cool tree that grew a different fruit on every branch... They were gay. I thought it was cool." My eyes lit up. Whenever there was a gay success story, I needed to hear it. I was just ending the battle with my demons, but I couldn't help but feel a tickle by Anthony's story. We both wanted to become medical doctors.As my friendship with Anthony manifested that day, something seemed weird... We were on our way home, with our co-worker, and I couldn't but help feel... "weird". I went home and immediately looked him up on social media, and despite knowing he'd been dating the same girl for the past 6 years, seeing their picture together made my upper lip slightly furl.Months drew on months, and our relationship had grown into something I had never shared with another human being. Openness, honesty, intellect, responsiveness, care... Dare I say love?Our texts went from friendly to him telling me he'd cuddle me so that I could stay warm as it got colder in the winter (we're both pussies, as we live in San Diego). The thing is that he didn't just say he'd cuddle me... on our "tutor movie nights", him and I shared a couch... and one blanket, per his request.As Tim Burton's "A Nightmare before Christmas" played in the dim lit living room, I rested my prickly face on his chest, and he chuckled that I was prickling him through his shirt as our legs were intertwined, caressing each other. I could hear his heart beating harder with every passing moment. I closed my eyes and inhaled. I took in that smell I anticipated every time I walked into work and felt like nothing could be more right, and like a bolt of lightning across a clear sky, his phone vibrated.I saw her name strewn across the lit glass screen. He defensively tugged his phone after recognizing the name. He pulled the phone out of my peripherals and began tapping. I'll never know what he said to her, but it didn't dismiss whatever was happening between us. He put his phone on the sofa's arm and rested one hand on my shoulder and used the other to play with my hair. "This has to be real", I thought to myself. Intoxicated off the smell that was coming off of this boy, I fell asleep with my head on his chest."Charlie, wake up!" I heard a frantic voice call. My eyes squinted open. The living room was filled with dim light coming from the television with the sounds of the DVD "Home Screen" of the movie we were watching. "It's 2 am. We have to go." I shot up off of him, grabbing the blanket and began to fold it, like nothing had just happened.We shared a quiet car ride back to my house, where he dropped me off. I almost expected him to say something romantic to me before I got out of the car, but the only thing I saw on his face as I turned around to say good bye was confusion and guilt.I had no idea what was coming my way.