It wasn't always the three of us. When I first met Robson, we were just kids and a relationship was probably the furthest thing from both of our minds. It certainly was for me. We'd grown up together, living on the same street and going right through school together. It was at 6th form that things finally changed between us – finally progressing into something more than friends. I was absolutely ecstatic. I'd longed for this day since I was fourteen – around the time I realised that I must be gay because I just couldn't stop thinking about Robson in the way my other friend, Conner, thought about Amy Harrington...
When we finally got together properly, I was on cloud nine. Nothing could ever make me happier than I was once Robson Dodds was mine – well, I was until he met Freddie at university and decided that he'd make our couple into three...
I was so starry-eyed in love with him that I reluctantly accepted his suggestion of a threesome. When they became a regular Friday-night-thing, I began to wonder where Robson was on a Wednesday night. When I confronted him, he confessed that he'd fallen for Freddie and he convinced me that we could totally work as a throuple.
Against my better judgement, I found myself agreeing to that, too...

Well, it was a recipe for disaster. Clearly Robson and Freddie were in love with each other and I has somehow or other become the spare wheel.
In desperation to find someone to love, I threw myself into a new relationship, determined never to entertain sharing my lover with another man again for as long as I lived. Famous last words...