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Today I want to start out telling you about leaving school; because hey guess what, I DO HAVE A LIFE OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL!
Sarah and I were meandering out of the school at our usual leisurely pace.
“V, where are we going?”
I blink and try to think for a moment as we trot down the street towards town center. “Um…I am not really that sure, but I think I need some food and possibly other stuff, like maybe an airbed.”
Sarah looks at me funny, and I shrug. I have no idea what I am doing actually. We turned out of the gate and I started to think of the upcoming event that was the sleepover with Greg, or ‘Doomsday’ as I personally had nicknamed it. Here are my thoughts on ‘Doomsday.’
First, I will have to greet Greg, and then sit through hours of watching movies with him alone in my room. I figure I will probably end up staring at him the whole time, instead of watching any of the movies. Then I will have to watch him eat, wishing it was something other than food that he was putting in his mouth. Once we finish eating whatever it is I finally decide on, I will have to figure out where he was going to sleep. This alone proved to be a major problem. I could spend the money and stick him on an airbed on my floor or he could sleep in the bed with me. I imagine I’m going to have to spend the money because let’s face it, no one wants to sleep on the floor; and no matter how much I would love to have him sleeping on the bed with me, I doubt I will be able to survive the night without having a very inappropriate dream about him. Not only would that be awkward, but it would be even worse because of his close proximity to me. That proximity might lead to physical contact, and I can’t imagine how mortifying that would be. Even with the airbed, I still have a feeling I’m going to have a problem knowing that the one person I want to ravish the most in the world is lying only a few feet away from me. So yes, I was having a mild mental breakdown, to say the least.
“Oh my GOD! What am I going to do?! He is going to be eating next to me and SLEEPING IN THE SAME ROOM AS ME!!! Oh My God, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!”
Yes, I was having a very public mental breakdown, which is possibly why I didn’t see the lamppost until I had smashed into it, and was lying on the ground.
“********! Who puts a lamp post in the middle of the sidewalk! I mean seriously!” I hear laughter from my right and glance up at Sarah. “Oh, I’m so glad that you think it’s funny!”
She grinned. “I do! You just kept going on and on about tomorrow and it was really getting old, and then SMACK you hit a perfectly placed lamppost! It was freaking classic!”
I glare icily at her.
“Well, you know what?!…You…Grrr.” I stand up and dust imaginary dust from my pants.
I think I have hit my head more this week than I have in my entire life. Maybe I’m going to do some kind of permanent damage. Once I am ready, we continue to walk again.
“Sarah, I am really worried about this. What if I do something and slip up? What if he finds out I am gay? What if he finds out I like him!?! He would probably hate me with a passion after that.” I sigh and slump my shoulders, which causes Sarah to violently hit me.
“Ow! b***h, what was that for?” I stick my tongue out at her and she returns the gesture.
“What is with you people and thinking everyone will hate you when you come out? I am sure Greg won’t hate you. He is an extremely nice person, or so I’m told. I personally don’t think anyone can be that nice, but as a future police woman, I am determined to discover his secrets!”
Of course she was. Sarah is mildly off the deep end. There was nothing odd about Greg, other than the fact that he wanted to hang out with me. That alone was a strange thing. People didn’t want to just hang out with me, other than Sarah.
“Sarah, you said you were going to find out what was in the Mystery Meat we’re always served on Thursdays. You still haven’t figured that out, and you have been trying since ninth grade.”
We turn into the shopping district as she sighs and looks up at the white fluffy clouds. “Alas that is one mystery that no human will ever manage to solve.”
I roll my eyes and point ahead to the grocery store.
“Look, we are going to stop there and buy some nachos and sleepover food and s**t, yeah? I’ll buy you a snack with the wad of cash I swindled off of Tabitha, because I am a bum and have no money of my own.” As we finally approach the store, I start to go over my mental list of what to buy. I have written it in here...
~Nachos
~Cheese (For the Nachos)
~Chips
~Soda
~Apple Juice (I am addicted)
~Ice Cream
~Pizza
~Airbed (Why don’t I have one?)
Yes, so that is everything I need. We turned down an aisle and looked for the first thing on my list adding them to the cart as we found them.
“Okay, Sarah, what do you want? I promised you a snack.”
She grinned and ran off, then seemed to appear again out of nowhere.
“Pocky! Our all time favorite snack! I got the big box, one bag for me and one for you.”
I smile, “Perfect, the best way to calm my nerves is a box of Pocky!”
I slid it into my basket and headed to a register to pay.
I really hate waiting in lines, and for some reason there was a long line of people on a Friday afternoon in a grocery store. I mean who does that? Who goes shopping on a Friday? When we finally got to the front of the line, it was to discover that we had somehow managed to get the one cashier in the entire store that had no idea what she was doing at the register. It took her another ten minutes to finally scan all of our stuff and get it bagged.
“Come on, Sarah, off to the department store for an airbed and some real pajamas!”
She glanced at me briefly as we slowly started to walk down the spotted street. What do I mean by spotted? It was spotted because of the avid gum chewers constantly deciding to spit out their gum on the street where others were forced to trample it into the ground.
“Pajamas? Why on Earth do you need new ones? Don’t you have any of your own?”
“Well…technically I sleep in my boxers. I won’t be able to do that with Greg in the room, so I need to get some pajamas in order to feel more comfortable around my lovely Greg.”
She stared at me like a freak, which by the way I was beginning to think I might be.
“You…are one of the most pathetic people I know. You know what? I will make a deal with you. Since you have dragged me out here and through your shopping and your paranoid rambling, you have to let me pick out your pajamas!” I glare at her as I open the door for her.
“You know the point of this is to make sure he doesn’t know that I am gay. If I were to let you pick out my pajamas, it would be so blatantly obvious that I was gay that I might as well tattoo it on my forehead.”
She sighed and stared at me. “No, no…not this time. I realize this is a very serious affair. I just want to make you look sexy, not like a girl. How about I let you decide if you actually want to buy them?”
I sigh and look around the store. “Fine…if you think it would be a good idea.” She grinned and dragged me off to get the airbed first.
We chose a queen-sized one because I will not let my Greg sleep on a dinky little twin-sized mattress. It’s not like I couldn’t afford it with Tabitha’s money. Once we finished finding the airbed, we wandered over to the clothes, more specifically the pajamas. I sat on the floor and held my head, thinking about tomorrow night again, while Sarah poked through the racks and tried to find the perfect ‘pajama outfit.’
Finally she smiled and pulled out some clothes, throwing them at my before pushing me to a dressing room.
“Come on, try them on. I wanna see what they look like!”
I stumbled into the dressing room, and looked at what I had been given. Surprisingly, the outfit was rather simple; red and black plaid pajama bottoms and a simple black shirt. I wondered how she thought this would be sexy, but I forgot about it as I put on the comfortable clothes. I turned around and looked in the mirror, shocked to see what I did. The pajama pants were low; lightly hanging off my slim hips, the shirt was comfortably tight and cut off just a little past my belly button showing off a teasing amount of my midriff. Although the original style would seem to be more for a girl, the colors and clothes made it definitely masculine. I smiled and started to get changed before I remembered that Sarah would probably want to see it. I sighed, pulled the curtain back, and looked up at Sarah.
“Ohhh my gosh, you look so sexy in a cute kind of way! Greg will totally leave your house wondering if Victoria is who he should be seeing or not.” She grinned and walked around me slowly. “Very nice. I must say I am deviously good at what I do.”
I roll my eyes and go back into my changing square and get back into my original clothes.
“Yes Sarah, you are a truly wonderful picker of pajamas.”
We pick up the airbed and head over to the cashiers. Lucky for us, there were no lines and the cashier actually seemed to know what he was doing so we got out in a quicker fashion than at the grocery store.
As we left the store and headed back out onto the crowding streets I shouldered all my bags,
“Well, Sarah, I must say it has been a fascinating few hours shopping with you, but I must be on my way. I have a Saturday sleepover to dread, after all.” I smiled.
She smiled back. “Why, any time, my dear boy! I shall see you in the ‘morrow!” I grinned and shook my head, even if we probably wouldn’t be seeing each other tomorrow at all.
I had been walking for a little while when the burden of my bags was beginning to get to me. However, it is always at times like these when you meet up with a friend of yours who will offer to carry some of your bags. Well… that didn’t happen, unfortunately. I was forced to carry my bags all the way out of the shopping district, and halfway home. Of course, this was where I met my ‘friend’ who decided to help me, but you will never guess who it was.
“Ronald!” He blinked and looked up to see me struggling with my bags.
“Oh hi…need some help?” I glanced down at my bags and nodded quickly.
“Yes please.”
He walked over and took three bags from me. I smiled at the relief I almost instantly felt.
“Hey Ronald, I just wanted to make sure we were alright after what happened in the bathroom yesterday. I didn’t mean it. I have never actually hurt anyone before in my life, and the knife is more for protection on the walk home than threatening people in the bathroom.”
He glanced and me and smiled.
“It’s okay. I have heard about you before, so I kind of figured you wouldn’t be the type to normally do that. But honestly, I was scared.”
I chuckled and looked at the tops of the buildings as we start to reach the end of the business district.
“Yeah, well honestly so was I. I was petrified that you would run and tell someone or something.”
“No, I really wouldn’t…like I said my brother was gay, but my parents didn’t like it and attacked him. They ended up in prison, and I am in a foster home now.” I stared down at him briefly, wondering why he was telling me this.
“I’m sorry, but can I ask why or telling me this… and maybe what happened to him?”
Ronald looked and the ground and shifted the bags awkwardly on his arms.
“Well, I never really got to tell anyone before and I figured you would understand…being like him and all. And uh…well, he ended up in a coma and he has been in it for over a year now. I don’t know how long they are willing to keep him on life support, but…uh, I have a job to help pay the hospital bills, and my foster parents are real nice and pay for most of it.”
I look ahead not really sure what to say at this point.
“I am sorry about your brother, and you can come talk to me any time you want. I guess we are friends now. Kindred spirits… no, not really, but you know what I mean, right?” He nodded briefly and smiled.
Suddenly a thought came to me. “Maybe I can go with you one day to visit him?” I glanced down the street and realized that I should probably get my bags back and get away from him before he found out where I live.
“Yeah…yeah that would be nice…definitely. I will talk to you more in school, I guess.” He said as he glanced at his watch. “Look, I hate to do this, since I was helping you and all… but I have to turn back and get to my job.”
I took my bags back. “No worries! We are practically at my house anyway.”
He smiled at me as if I was the nicest person in the world.
“It is nice to have you as a friend, Vontell.” I shuddered slightly at the use of my first name.
“Goodness. Preston please, all my friends call me Preston.” He nodded before turning and jogging off, giving a brief wave over his shoulder. I sighed and turned onto my street, walking slowly the rest of the way home.
Once I got to my house, I hid the cold things in the back of the fridge so no one else would try and eat them before my wonderful sleepover the next night. Then, I went to my room and put the rest of the food and the airbed in the corner before flopping down on my bed.
I glanced over at the clock, not even having realized how late it was. Having discovered the late hour, I wandered over to the computer and flicked it on, figuring I would play a quick computer game before I conked out to nightmares of tomorrow.
And so that was my Friday afternoon I hope you enjoyed reading about it and I know I personally am not enjoying tomorrow. Which is NOT where I will start from! HAHA I am going to hide the sleepover from you! No I am kidding I will start tomorrow and tell you everything that happened on ‘Doomsday’
A/N: so my editor told my it was hard to tell the end of the story and the authors note....I figured the line would be a good indicator but oh well...so now I am going to speak in third person for the authors notes! :]
Ritnou would love to thank all her Reviewers and people who favorite! Ritnou would also looooove to thank Mak for editing for her however Ritnou thinks Mak should nag her more seeing as it took her forever to get this chapter out... In fact Ritnou thinks the readers should nag her to update. Ritnou's email address is in her profile and you cna PM her. Don't worry Ritnou will always get your messages (most likely)!
Ritnou Also apolpgizes for how short this chapter is. she says to blame it on the other peoples stories that where distracting her whilst she was writeing!
*~A NOTE FROM THE EDITOR~*
Mak apologizes for taking a week to edit this. She got distracted. Even after yelling at Ritnou for not giving her a chapter. Poor readers. I’ll yell at her better next time, and I’ll even yell at myself.
Ritnou · Mon Jun 29, 2009 @ 10:08pm · 0 Comments |
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