Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Jaune Arc. I am nineteen, in college, a working man, and involved in a relationship with the most insatiable girls I have known during my days at Beacon Academy. Welcome to the story of my crazy life with my crazy, rambunctious, lovable girlfriends. The girls I wouldn't change for the world. This is the story of how I got into a relationship with my bumblebees.

I sit in the backseat of Yang's silver Porsche as she goes inside the convenience store to purchase some cigarettes. The backseat feels more like a snug than a magnum, but I am grateful. Plus, she tells me that she needs some company since she and Blake want to continue having fun for the night. I don't mind. I don't have much better things to do. Neptune's party got shut down early. To think that one tiny incident between the rich boy and Cardin would lead to a full-on brawl. Of course, the arrogance of Cardin who couldn't take a loss would leave and call the cops on us. Yet again, I am grateful. They made us disperse and none of us will be going to the drunk tank tonight.

Yang tells me that it was Blake's idea to invite me. The black-haired beauty herself? I didn't think there was any connection between us. Granted, before finding out that these were humbled, bestowed, and very much in love bumblebees, I kind of was fancying the Faunus.

Why am I kidding? The oddness of her nature. Her silence. The way she can convey words without moving her lips. Whenever she did speak, it was like edible chocolate, leaning onto every single word. I was grateful that I got the tip from Ren prior to putting that letter inside of her locker about her and Yang's relationship.

Grateful as I didn't want my heart to further swell from the reality that two girls can fall in love. Don't get it twisted. I believe that love is love and everyone should follow your heart. At the time, you can say that I was a bit jealous.

Define the measure of the word "bit," I tell myself. I was immensely jealous. The fact that such a beauty and a gem that was taken away from a woman of the same sex hit the lowest pit of my stomach. My prior chauvinistic nature thought that girl-on-girl relationships were a gift from Oum as pleasure to us men. Damn, do I feel stupid. Seriously! How lame was I? And readers, don't think or judge from this early on. I am just clarifying the ignorance of my past. I just felt what did Yang have to offer that Blake couldn't find in a man.

Love, affection, devotion, loyalty, the list goes on. Oum damn it, we can be pigs. Saphron tells me that women seek such a pleasure that men fail to register. Terra tells me that we think with our tiny satellite in our pants. Stabs and jabs my sisters give me, but she tells me that not every woman is going to feel affection in men and the same goes for men who sought men. She gives me a thought on how women would crush on men to discover that they were gay.

Here is my answer, go into Joan's room and see the treasure troves of yaoi in her bookshelf, openly displayed with pride. I still shudder that she keeps Boku No Sexual Harassment on the wall as a centerpiece.

It should be noted that I still sleep in the same room as my sister.

Back to the point. I look at it now as incompatibility. Blake and I are two different people. If she was a flower, then I was a bug. She was salt and I was vinegar. Even now, she still gives me looks of indifference. Despite my further acquaintanceship with Yang, Blake's feelings for me are like a packaged deal. "I don't really care for it, but it came with it." Yet again, it could be just me. She hasn't said anything rejectable towards me. When we speak, it is pleasant. I can just tell how close she is to Yang whenever they are together. Yang never minds it and never minds me coming to spend time with them.

I can't really recall what followed after my discovery of the bumblebees. If I can try, I think it was Yang that initiated the conversation. I think I was sitting alone at lunch, still digesting the thoughts of rejection when she came and approached me. She told me that she liked my guitar and wanted to know if I can make a song for her and Blake. At first, I saw it as a punch in the gut, the additional salt to my opened wounds. However, I knew if I were to recover and move forward, then it meant confronting the feelings head-on.

After a few days of songwriting and constructing instrumentals, I presented Blake and Yang's song. The blonde was appreciative, giving me a few dollars as thanks. She told me if I wanted to go and spend time with her and Blake at the quarry. We had mutual friends and decided to take her up on her offer.

That offer led into two years of friendship that further blossomed into us becoming best friends. Or best friend numero cero. That was what she wanted to be called since I am friends with Ren and Nora. It was odd at first. It felt like being a third wheel. No matter how much I wanted to know the Faunus' perspective, she could never give me a definitive answer.

"If Yang's okay with it, then it's fine," she would tell me. When she spoke, silence filled the room. Such a voice that can impact many people around her. I can see why Yang liked her so much. Their chemistry, their synchronises.

Such beautiful soul sisters.

My thoughts return back to the matter at hand. The embers of Blake's cigarette are brighter than the darkness in the car. I am lying in the backseat. A bit tipsy, but never really was a drinker. I can be easily inebriated after leaving a bottled drink under the bed for a long period of time. I laugh to myself as Nav's "The Man" was playing lightly in the background. I told myself that I could handle my liquor. Announcing and boasting to the senior class at our graduation party that I was going to get lit. I will drip unless I drown. Any words to convey that I was going to have a great time, releasing any inhibitions and have fun.

Two shots of firewater and a Neptune-Cardin brawl resulted in that end. I have a headache. Not only from the alcohol but a bump to the head after Cardin snuck one on me for trying to defend Neptune.

The blaring sound of the alarm makes its noise as Yang opens the door. The crunching sound of the black bag as she places it on the console.

Something tells me that cigarettes weren't the only thing she had purchased.

"Neptune's cousin is running the shop," she says to us. She reaches for the bag. "Here is some headache medicine." She throws it to me. "Blake's parents should have a first aid kit at their beach house so we can fix you up."

I was appreciative. No words necessary, I thought to myself. She turns to Blake. "Neptune's cousin told us that Neptune left us a parting gift." She reaches into the bag and pulls out some gin and orange juice. Blake doesn't respond, but I can see the warmness on her face, indicating that she can't wait to indulge in this forbidden way of our adolescence.

"Hey, Jaune," says Yang. "Thanks for trying to save the party, but you know how easily irritable Winchester I can be." Say less, I think to myself. It wasn't about saving the party but defending the honor of these bumblebees. Cardin had the nerve to enter the party sporting a t-shirt that was part of the "LGBT" community - liberty, guns, beer, and you know the rest.

Blake was the first to announce her malcontent. However, it was Cardin who used choice words to silence the Faunus. Before Yang could part her lips, Neptune intervened. Feeling as though that Neptune needed backup since he and I have a relationship, I stood by him. Typical Cardin to aim for the weak link and not toward the target. Bullshit, I call it.

Down for the count, Neptune came with the left hook and put Cardin in his place. Yang came from behind me and pulled me away from the fight. There was such a strong ringing in my ear and she and Blake took me to the kitchen. I remember Blake going into the freezer to grab ice while Yang was checking on me. Blake found a used, empty baggie containing Oum-knows-what and put the ice inside. Using her flashlight app on her cell phone, she shined the light in my eyes. Blake gave Yang the bag and applied it to my head.

Blake asked if I was okay and if I needed anything. I couldn't say anything. It was such a strong pregnant silence. Seeing the Faunus asking about my welfare, grabbing my hand and gripping it tightly. Meanwhile, Yang applied pressure to my forehead with the ice, making me swell on the inside.

The feeling of what I thought was gone. The feelings of feeling hopeless and void, knowing that I couldn't offer them anything because it wasn't needed by them.

Before I could process those feelings, the sounds of the bacon factory were entering the home.

"You could have gotten yourself hurt or worse," says Blake as she pulls a stick of gum. "You don't have to be involved in everyone's battle."

"He was trying to defend us, baby," she tells Blake calmly.

"It was stupid and dangerous," retorts Blake. "Cardin was going to Cardin and he is always trying to find a reason to pick a fight." The brunette turns around and faces me. Seeing her yellow eyes meeting with mine made me swallow a lump in my throat. The river of black draping down to the console. The scent of her honeydew entranced my nose. Seeing the seriousness on her face made me adjust myself.

It was like she was staring into the windows to my soul.

Yang intervenes. "Baby, relax." She rubs Blake's shoulder affectionately. "I am happy that Jaune protected us." She kisses her on the cheek. "I am happy that you've tried Jaune. You have always been a good friend to us." She turns around. "That's why we keep you close."

I nod in compliance. Blake remains unmoved, still keeping her eyes on me. As if she wants to speak, to react, to do something. I can tell on her face that my response wasn't good enough. And knowing for the Faunus, this conversation was far from over. That is how Blake is. Believe it or not and maybe I should have explained it earlier, whenever Blake spoke to me, it sounded like a stern parent. She would save any concerns until a certain point.

And this was one of them.

Yang turns on the ignition, putting the car into drive. "Jaune, are you still on to hang with us?"

I don't have anything else to do. Ren went home with Nora to sober up after he decided to experiment with rapier-laced marijuana for the first time. It was Nora's idea, the thought of loosening up the bookworm. Despite his initial resistance, the walls were bound to break. I can still remember him sitting on the couch as he took his first puff. He was very inexperienced, lacing all of his fingers around the rolling paper as he took the smoke.

I make a reminder to call the brunet after heading home.

So, with my parents thinking I am spending the night over at Saphron's, I have some free time to hang out with Blake and Yang.

I need to make a reminder to myself to call Saphron about the story I made to Mom and Dad. Hopefully, a $25 gift card could do until I can scrounge up some money.

With summer around the corner, I am going to need a job. What I have failed to mention earlier was that when I was punched by Cardin, I landed on his table. It wasn't that bad.

Yet again, measure the word bad as in over hundreds of dollars bad.

Darkness fills the car as the lights of the city are fading away. I didn't realize the extent of how far we were traveling. I should have known better since Menagerie Beach is not a hop-and-a-skip from the village. It makes sense when seeing some of the items in the trunk. I just assumed that the girls were coming back from their usual weekend getaway with the Belladonnas.

Blake lies against the window. I am unsure if she is sleeping as her earbuds are on her. Yang lowers the volume of the radio as she reaches for another cigarette.

So, I sort of lied when saying that we aren't entirely covered by darkness.

"You're still awake, Jaune," she asks me as she keeps focus on the road.

"Yeah, you need some company to keep awake," I ask her.

"Nah! Remember that I have drunk twice you lightweights and I took some coffee pills before getting into the car," she boastfully says. "I just want to see if you are okay in the back. Do you want me to adjust the seat?"

I declined, explaining that I needed to stretch my legs. A lie, but enough to keep the girls to her comfort. A gentleman I am. Or, however, you would like to call a third-leg simp.

"I know Blake can be a prude, but she appreciates it," says Yang. "I know you guys aren't in congruence, but trust me when I say that she cares and she enjoys your company."

"She has a way with words,"I say with a hint of humor and sarcasm.

"Oi! Don't get defensive," she retorts. "It can be quite uneasy being around us." She takes a sharp breath. "I know it can feel awkward being friends with girls who are dating each other. Feeling like a third wheel or a peculiar loner."

Before I can produce a response, she interjects.

"I knew how much you liked Blake before realizing our relationship," she says.

"Don't sweat it," I say. It is no longer a big deal. I try to think of better topics since I don't want this car ride to turn into a confessional booth. Before I can say more, she continues to speak.

"I am happy with how well you took it. Shows a lot of guts and respect," says Yang.

"When you don't allow ego to be the overall factor, then it makes it easier," I respond.

Yang nods as she turns on her bright lights. "I was happy when you made that song for us. It definitely made her happy. However, the words didn't feel right. They were genuine, but felt that the words were meant for someone else."

I keep silent. I developed an itch on my hand. However, it isn't the feeling of incoming money, but the preparation of knowing where this is going to go.

"Don't know why I am bringing it up now, out of all the days," says Yang. "It was beautiful. It was harmonic. I could tell you put your heart and soul into it. And I just wanted to say thank you for doing it for us."

You make it easy to fall in whatever the kids call love.

You make it easy to fall in whatever the kids call love.

Words that I have felt for Blake. Words I had drawn out from the depths of my soul as I wrote that song. Tears stained my guitar and the notepad as I was writing a song about a girl that I could never have. To be so close, but so far away.

In a place where there is no space and time was the concept of making this song. Hoping and wishing that someday I could be hers. Maybe not in this life, but someday. Nevertheless, if making this song was going to make Blake Belladonna happy, then so be it. At least she was happy with someone that she loved and cared about.

Even if it wasn't me.

"I wouldn't think too hard about it," I say to Yang, trying my best to be modest and humble. "You're very welcome. I hope the song brought sheer comfort for you and Blake." I cross my legs. "Say, Yang, ever heard about the kid who was dyslexic?"

There is a pregnant silence. She taps the steering wheel. "No, I haven't."

"Cool! So, I know a kid that is dyslexic. However, I soon learn that he is also cross-eyed," I say to her. "So, everything turned out right."

A tiny crackle was released. However, it wasn't from Yang. The earbuds are pulled away as Blake begins to laugh. Soon, the laughter becomes contagious, spreading to Yang, and then to yours truly. The car is filled with us laughing with such a lukewarm joke. Knowing the blonde can produce better jokes, I knew she would give me an A for effort.

"That was kind of funny, Jaune," says Blake. She tries to regain her composure. "In a nerdy kind of way." She turns to Yang. "Seems like Jaune is rubbing off of you."

She blows a raspberry. "Please! It was okay. Let me stick to jokes and Vomit Boy can stick to songwriting."

I say less. I crack a smile. When Yang says something like that, she is lying. For she never uses Vomit Boy unless envy made its presence known.

It was a good joke, Yang. Just admit it.

Judging by seeing the shoreline, we are getting close to the beach house. It isn't my first time visiting the home. Whenever I did, it was with Yang, Blake, and the Belladonnas. Blake would be sunbathing and reading a book. Yang would perform backflips and somersaults before slipping and crashing into something. I sit back and listen to the sounds of the beach that is their backyard. When I have my notepad, I often write stories, hoping that I can see the images of my words turn into a motion picture.

But, those are just dreams.

Blake pulls out the key and gives it to Yang. It could have been easier to use a keycard but she knows that it would have tripped the alarm, notifying the Belladonnas. Blake's parents are on vacation, as usual, to someplace he couldn't afford on his own. This old-fashioned farm boy keeps quiet as Yang steps out of the car and lets us through the gate.

As she does it, Blake takes the time to turn to face me.

"You are a bit closer, but thousands of miles away before defending me for my honor," she says before immediately turning around.

What in the hell does that mean, I want to say before Yang returns to the car. She puts the car into drive as we enter the road that leads to the beach house.

Something in my gut was telling me that those words have such a deeper meaning. Even what Yang spoke with me earlier.

However, I put this on pause for now.

I got to use the bathroom. So I hope that Yang can speed this ride up.

Until next time, readers!

To be continued….