"Okay, remind me never to leave the house with you while you're looking like that again," Marc says while shaking his head. 

"What?! What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, pretending to be offended, but unable to hold back my laughter. 

"It just means..." He looks around, giving dirty looks to any guy who glances our way. "That I'm probably going to end up getting into a fight tonight because these pervs won't stop looking at my best friend." He says while mockingly shielding my body with his. 

"Alright, Marc." I pull him down by the arm to sit next to me on the back yard's patio furniture. "Don't worry. I can take care of myself." I assure him. 

"Mmm-hmm." He hums while jokingly putting up his fists towards a random guy who walked by as if he were going to fight him. Marc must not have noticed that the guy was holding his boyfriend's hand and not checking me out in the slightest. I shake my head and roll my eyes at my friend's antics.  

"Okay, what did you want to talk to me about," I ask, changing the subject. 

He takes a deep breath. "Zac." 

"What about Zac?" I look at him as blankly as possible. Trying not to give away the uncertainty I feel about this topic.