iLove Guys–Chapter Two

Daphne Baumgartner

High School Student

October 2025

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟKillshot-Magdalena Bay ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

Saturday came, and the butterflies in Tucker’s stomach kept getting worse with each passing hour. He couldn’t believe he was about to go on a date–wait, no…he couldn’t call it that. Was Logan even gay? At least Bi? He had no idea. Not like he could call it a date even if it was…that. Buttoning up his white polo, he stared with determination at the reflection in the mirror. “This isn’t a date. This is just a fun hangout with a new friend, and what should I care? We’ll play some golf, have some fun… well, hopefully not too much fun.” For a brief moment his mind flickered to an image of what too much fun might look like, before slicking his thick blonde hair back with gel and spraying on his nicest cologne: Dior Sauvage. He usually does two sprays, one behind each ear, but something was telling him to spray a little extra on the center of his collarbone. His phone buzzed in the back pocket of his camel colored golf pants, and his face lit up when he saw who it was from.

Logan: “Heyy, about to leave to see himm! Do u think this outfit is alright??” he scrolled up and, behold, a mirror pic of Logan in a tight baby-blue polo and white shorts. Tucker felt dizzy and quickly stumbled over to sit on his bed. Unfortunately, just as soon as they appeared, the tiny message bubbles exploded out of existence on the tiny phone screen. A pit in his stomach grew as he read “Logan unsent a message” and then, Logan: “so sorry, I texted the wrong person. I’ll see you in ten minutes, cool?” Tucker sighed and typed, “Yup. See ya.”

As Tucker walked up the steps to Top Golf, it felt as though his bag was getting heavier with each step.” I can’t do this,” he thought, “I’ll just text Logan that I’m sick. I think he’ll understand; he seems like an understanding person.” Despite that annoying little voice in his head, he trudged up, counting each step, and saw Logan warming up on the lower level of the building. Tucker froze for a second, watching his form, and realized there was definitely work that needed to be done. He straightened his posture and strutted over, a wave of confidence suddenly washing over him. Tucker yelled a bit loud, “Hey Logan!” Logan replied, “How's it going?” and dapped him up. He got an intoxicating whiff of Tucker’s cologne. They ordered nachos and began warming up together, and Tucker noticed something in Logan’s swing that was really bugging him, but he was too scared to say anything. Logan noticed him opening his mouth but then shutting it and shaking his head. “If there’s something I’m doing wrong, please, just tell me.” Tucker’s face flushed a little as he muttered “alright” and hopped out of his seat.

“Okay, let's start with grip. Hold the club like you normally would.” Tucker instructed as he towered behind Logan, goosebumps popping up on his arms despite the blanket of warmth from Tucker’s body heat. “Your right hand is too far over-” Tucker placed his hand over Logan’s, leaving a light layer of sweat as he shifted his hand to the right, the bottom center of Logan’s palm over the top of his left thumb. “There, now your grip is correct. Go to your backswing now so I can see it” Logan brought the club up to the back of his swing, and Tucker said sternly, “okay stop, hold it.” He walked over to Logan and stood behind him again, placing his hands on his hips. “You’re swaying too much.” he said as he shifted Logan’s hips back to center. “You need to rotate”, he said as he twisted his hips to the right, “Not sway”, he said as he pushed Logan’s hips right of center. “Do you feel it?” Tucker asked, and Logan looked back with an expression Tucker hadn’t seen before. Logan uttered softly, “No, can you show me again?”