It's been a week, and so long since I've last seen the sun. Since my argument with Geno it hasn't stopped raining. At first, I thought the sky was crying along with my heart, but now it just seems ridiculous. Is this nature's way of telling me, telling us, we made a mistake? If so, just how are we supposed to set it right?
Geno shows up to school and ignores me completely. Example:
Math class, he sits two chairs up to my left. I toss a paper at him that says I'm sorry. He just picks it up, without opening it and tosses it to someone else. The person it hits next, looks to him and then to me and shrugs with a look of either complete apology or "what the heck are you two doing?!"
If that's not bad enough, a few guys who noticed Geno and I used to hang out so much, led by Sarah of course, have cornered me and threatened me to tell them what the heck happened. When I refused, I got my gut punched and the threat from Sarah saying we'd better make up soon or we'll loose sight of what we had.
What we had? Geno's right... We went to movies, and hung out and were in a comfortable silence. But since we had also started having sex, that comfortable silence changed into a deadly gap between us. I had realized and tried to make our sex more... not passionate to make him want more, but more loving so he'd realize that I love him.
And then the college incident... He's going to a different one than me. What am I supposed to do about that? It's not like I thought we could be together forever, but every time I've tried to be close to him he shoves me away. Come to think of it, he was always the one to call me out or ask if there was some movie we could see on a certain day-- so we only met when it was convenient for him, and of course I'd drop everything and go to him.
But, see... Geno, these past two days, hasn't bothered to show up to school. His guidance counselor's getting worried- what about his college exams? They're next week. I've gone to his place but his parents say he's pulled this before- up and disappeared for several days and then comes back like nothing's wrong.
"Yoru!" came a voice to my ears.
I stop my thoughts and look up to see my mom staring at me from across our kitchen table. "Yoru! I asked if you were okay? You've been silent this whole time. Aren't things going well with your friend, Jeredo?"
"Geno... And no.." I shrug. "I haven't seen him in a week."
"Have you gone to his house?"
"Yeah." I answer. "His parents don't know where he is."
"That's not a good kid for you to hang out with!" My mother says to me, "He's a punk!"
"He's really not so bad," I say. I don't really want to tell my mom that Geno's really a softie and doesn't even pretend to be a ruffian. "I'll go looking for him tomorrow."
"Yoru! No!"
"You can't stop me." I say, finishing my rice and left up to my bedroom.
Mother's so strick, and sensitive to gays. I guess you could call her a complete anti-homo, way past the stage of homo-phobia. And dad, he's never home. I'm sure he'd care if I told him I was a homo, but at the same time he'd shrug it off and let mom handle the strict lecture and punishment. "I WANT GRANDKIDS" she'd shout.
~~~ The following morning....
I got up earlier than usual. At about 5a.m. and got fully dressed in some tan cargo pants, a black loose tanktop, a black punk belt and pulled on my red hoodie. After I pulled on my good running shoes and grabbed a loaf of bread and a bottle of water, I got out onto my old HUFFY bike and started my search.
I started at the ice cream parlor and candy shop Geno worked at. No wonder he always tasted like candy in his kisses...
Not there. So I went to the cinemax. Nope. The park. Nope. The pole we always met up at. No still. I circled the grounds around school. I was fine, it was a weekend afterall.
Around ten I decided to take a break and bike my way toward the beach. It's a good five miles out of town, but the view was worth it. And I haven't been to the beach in forever.
At eleven I got to the cape overlooking the beach. I locked up my bike at the metal picnic tables and sat down. Half of the water in my waterbottle and one-fourth of the bread later, I got up and started to trek down to the beach on the old gravel path. It was windy and sunny as I descended down the slope, but the warm white sun and the sound of the cerulean waves promised a great spectacle.
I put the waterbottle into the bag carrying the bread and took off my shoes, tying them up to the outside of the bag and started to walk in my bare feet. Sure enough, the sand was warm. It looked like no one else had been here in a while.
I strolled around the shore for a good hour before wandering over to some rocks beneath the cape. Something caught my eye. The rocks had been moved since the last time I was here and I could see laying on one of the big ones a wet teal and white striped shirt.
Geno was the only person I knew who owned a shirt like that, much less would wear it in public. I unzipped the bottom half of my pants, tucking them into my hoodie's pocket, before I climbed over the rocks and the shallow water to the shirt.
I picked it up and examined it. Definately Geno's.
I glanced around a little before climbing around to the other side of the cape. This area was shaded and had more lush grass up around the hill. I stopped, seeing a maple tree and some evergreens, and just below them laying in the lush grass was a shirtless figure.
It took me a few minutes to walk over some more rocks, through some sand and up to the grass and then close enough to fully inspect the figure.
Laying halfway on his side with his feet and chest bare, wearing just some jean shorts that looked like they had been wet recently and his blond hair in a curled mess more than usual.
Geno.
I lightly sighed before walking closer, noticing Geno's sneakers sitting by the tree's trunk near him. I set down my pack quietly before hanging the green and white shirt over a low branch of the maple tree that was near me. Then, I settled myself sitting next to Geno.
I sat there and watched him well until it was sunset when he finally started to stir awake.
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