After the movie yesterday, Emily and I did a bit of last minute shopping for some things like soap, toilet paper, and gloves and scarves, as winter was dawning and it had gotten relatively colder. Emily said she was meeting up with a friend at four and had asked if I wanted to come, I said ”no”, I didn’t want to intrude on her relax day. So, not knowing what to do with myself, I went home and cleansed my soul. Just kidding, it’s not time for that yet. But, seriously, I tried to clear my mind of all the things Emily had said, the things about my “feelings” for Isen, which are very non-existent, and how touchy she was when I mentioned James. I guess it wasn’t a clean break-up. Poor Emily, she really did love James, he was her everything, and now he’s, well, I don’t know Emily feels about him now, but it’s evident she’s still in love with him.
Moving on from those depressing thoughts, let’s talk about what I do in times like these, where I am so bored out of my goddamn mind I don’t know what to do with myself. Usually, with my gay ass, I watch some drarry. Oh, don’t act so innocent, I know every Harry Potter fan has seen at least two Drarry vid. After that, I doodle on some paper that’s lying around my desk. If it’s lying around like that, then it’s usually something I don’t need. Usually. I have doodled on some school work that I may or may not have needed and have in class the next day but that’s entirely different to what I’m trying to say. I’m the type of person to recycle everything I possibly can and i will reuse things a few, if it’s in good condition, that is.
When doodling got boring, I took a shower and ate. I was getting pretty hungry after doing absolutely nothing, literally. I had a pretty simple meal; hamburgers and some vegetables. What, it’s getting close to Halloween and I want to look slim and fit for any parties coming my way.
I finished my food while scrolling through tumblr, of course, looking at Drarry fluff, ‘cause I’m a sucker for fluff. Let’s be honest, fluff is the only thing that could possibly cleanse my emo soul. Satisfied with the fluff I’ve seen, I head upstairs to my room and tuck myself into bed. I watched Supernatural on my laptop late into the night.
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As I groggily woke up, I turned my head to the digital clock. 10:04. What? It’s that late in the morning? What could I have possibly done to make me sleep in this late? I tried to think with as little effort possible and arrived at my answer. Supernatural. I was watching at Supernatural last night and fell asleep. From what I could tell, I must have fallen asleep at around 3 because I distinctly remember opening the door for Tate and his freeloader friends very late. I sigh at the memory and get out of bed. I should get dressed and ready to take on the world today, I enthusiastically as I can, pep-talk myself. I choose my clothes from my closet and head to the bathroom to take a shower. All the while, not noticing the metal picture frame on the floor.
***
I make my way downstairs for breakfast and see Tate already there with his friends. One boy and one girl. Bradley and Amy, I think their names are. I take out all the ingredients I need for pancakes and start preparing the batter. I make a generous amount, seeing as we have guests, and add in some chocolate chips.
“Hey, Tate, get your ass up and turn on the stove for me, will you?” The question seems to have taken him by surprise and he, fumbling with his steps a little, does what I asked him to.
“I didn’t know you had such a cute brother, Tate,” Amy purrs. Seriously, all of Tate’s friends act so slutty in my house but not when their out somewhere, God knows where, they’re not making any passes then. Explain that to me, I’d really like to know. Tate and I roll our eyes and ignore her comment.
“Um, excuse me, but I’d really appreciate if you stopped making passes at Charlie-poo,” comes a voice out of nowhere. I look over and see Emily waving the keys to my front door in front of my face and I start to wonder why I gave her that. I politely smile in her direction and get back to cooking. “Charles, we both know you don’t mean that,” she says, knowing that she’s right.
“You’re right I don’t mean that, but I’d really like it if could leave my house. You have your own, why are you here?” I ask her. She stands there, thinking to herself, and finally replies.
“Okay, so today, in a few hours, we are going to Bev’s party! And no backing out, I already told her you’d be going. And I’ll go with you to make sure you’re not getting lost, can’t have that, now can we?”
“Hey, I’m tired as hell, and don’t make choices for me,” I tell her.
“Please, for me?” Emily gives me her puppy eyes and I can’t refuse. Plus, she just went through a breakup and, for her sake, I decide to go to the party. Hopefully, it’ll help take her mind off James. She skips over to my side and helps clean up the countertop. I look at her suspiciously, one eyebrow raised. “I mean, since I’m here I might as well help, right?” She bumps her hip with mine and I chuckle softly.
“Wait, is she your girlfriend? If she is, you’ve got bad taste, I’m so much better,” Amy says abruptly. Tate and Bradley snicker in the background. Bradley knows I’m gay and Tate, he’s pretty aware.
“No, I’m not and-before you try anything-he’s gay.” Amy’s mouth is agape and I start laughing heartily, clutching my stomach and everything. Everyone else does the same and I swear I see Bradley wipe a tear from his face. This went on the entire time we ate breakfast. I missed laughing like this with people who accept me. Back in Nevada, people would stop talking to me when they found out I was gay. But not Emily, she was right there with me through everything. And I’m grateful for that. After I said I was moving to Boston, she packed her bags and came with me. I look at her and give her a small smile. She smiles back knowing what I’m thinking.
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