TW: homophobic slurs!!
The drive home was boring and long, 45-minutes felt like hours. Grace didn’t look at me the whole time, I didn’t mind. I scroll through my camera roll where I have taken a countless number of pictures with Myles, from our movie night, our drawings of each other in art class, our afternoon at the lake, and so many other occasions. I can’t help but smile at my phone whenever I see him smiling goofily at the camera.
“Why are you smiling so much? Fucking weirdo.” Grace scowls at me. Words cannot describe how pissed I am at her for telling my father about this, they don’t control who I am friends with.
“You should be preparing to see your father, ha he’s going to throw a fucking fit knowing your hanging out with a gay guy and not me.” Grace turns to look at me with a cunning smirk. I’m doing my best to ignore her, but she is such a bitch, I can’t stand it when she starts her shit and I always cop the blame for her pathetic and crappy behaviour.
“Leave Myles out of this, he did nothing to you. Mention him again and your gonna regret it.” I couldn’t be more serious, I don’t hurt girls, but she is a Satan spawn. She scowls and turns to stare at her phone again.
“Hope your father does his worst, your manners are fucking shit. Oh yeah and sadly he won’t be back until the end of the week.” She doesn’t speak anymore but I felt so angry about how she talks about Myles and me. Like we are meaningless piece of shit to toss around at her entertainment. but I guess I get more time to chill before my father gets back.
The car pulls up in front of the big front porch and the doors stood as tall as I remember. Having time away from here was amazing. Yes, it’s big and beautiful, but its dreary and lonely. grace opens the car door, walks up to the front door, holds her phone over her head smiling taking a photo, then scowled as she walked through the door. I sat in the car a little longer while our driver unloads Grace’s bags.
I pull my backpack out of the car with me and swing it over my shoulder. I make my way to the doors, and I swing it open to reveal the same modern, minimalistic hallway that I had seen before I left. My father’s office to the left, the living room to the right, a big marble staircase directly aligned of the door. I make my way up the staircase and to the end bedroom on the right side of the house, my room. I move into my room, close, and lock my door so I don’t have to deal with Grace or my father.
I flop onto my lonely bed thinking of the one person I wanna spend all my time with. I look at the photo of him laying in the grass near the lake and when we watched The Amazing Spiderman 2 with both of us crying but also laughing at how stupid we look. I walk over to my printer and turn it on, plug my phone into my computer and download the photos, pressing print and watching the photo print on the art paper I bought a year ago without a use for it. I cut carefully along the border of each photo and put it through my laminator to make sure it lasts longer. I make two of each photo so I can give some to Myles when I see him again. I hang some on my photo wall and some on the wall above my bed.
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I spent my nights on facetime or on a call with Myles showing him around the house while Grace went out to spend money on worthless shit. the week seemed to go by quick without Grace of my father nagging at me. Although all good things come to an end eventually. I spent the rest of my time editing photos and adding to my photo wall.
I’m startled by a banging on my door and an intense growling voice, also known as my father. He was back. I creep to my door and unlock it to reveal the aging man with an outraged expression on his face, if he could, he would be breathing smoke out of his nostrils like a cartoon. I know all hell is about to break loose.
“So, care to explain why Grace is in her room crying, she said you hurt her. Come on, say something boy!” my fathers voice rattled my insides, even though I’ve heard plenty of times before it still shakes me to the core.
“I didn’t even go near her; she was arguing with me when we were coming here. I di-.”
“Oh, so your gonna deny it, right. My office in 5 minutes. You know consequences if you’re not there.” He marches down the hallway I close my door. I wanna sink to the floor and cry but I make my way to sit in a chair in front of my photo wall admiring how many photos I had taken of the sky, flowers, and… Myles. I never thought it would be this hard to be away from him. We saw each other at the least once a day but he was always there when I needed him. I’m scared for what my father is gonna say and do to me. I wanna run, but I can’t.
I walk down the stairs and to the door on my father’s office. I squeeze my hands into a fist and feel my shaking start to decrease. I hold my hand up and knock three times on the door. A voice from inside tells me to enter. The pressure not to fuck up was starting to get to me, but if he brought up Myles then I was ready to fight. I swing the door open and feel a rush of adrenaline and confidence.
“You wanted to see me. I’m here and hurry up I’m busy.” I say cockily, it wasn’t supposed to sound like that it just did.
“Sit down, boy. We need to talk about school. Grace tells me you’ve found yourself a friend, and not a good one either. Myles Kingstone, am I correct?” I sit in the chair across from him and slouch just to make him more disappointed with me. I was prepared for Myles to be the topic but I’m acting as casually as possible, well until he crosses the line that is.
“I don’t like what Grace tells me about him, he has a horrid reputation and he in no way is beneficial to you with your career path. Also, the fact he is a f****t, it’s disgusting. Grace has found some very lovely friends, good reputations and could possibly be business partners to you in fu-.” I stand up in my chair and look him dead in the eyes.
“Are you for real right now, how fucking dare you speak about Myles like that! He has done nothing to you or anyone in that fucked up place! He cops so much crap that he doesn’t deserve, and how dare you go and run your fucking filthy mouth about ‘my future’ and how he should have no part because some motherfucker decided to treat him like shit! You can’t control who I am or who I’m friends with! Fuck you old man!” I storm out of the room before my father has the chance to say another word.
I run to my room and grab my still packed back, some extra photos from my desk and walls, my laptop, phone, and shoes before I run outside into the cold afternoon air and call the family driver, Mal. He was always willing to give me a lift anywhere, he’s kinda raised me, and he doesn’t care if I’m gay or not either which is nice. He pulls up and I jump into the front seat and give Mal the directions to Myles house which he sent me earlier that day. He knew my father was getting back today so sent it through early if I needed it.
Myles name pops up on my notifications and I can’t help but smile, I can’t wait to see him.
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