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Angst › Slash - Male/Male
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Angst › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
881
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Nothing Really
Notes: Nothing in this chapter really D: They’ll get better I swear. I just need to point out the differences in the two’s lives. Next chapter might be short.
Rarely had we ever gone a day without a phone call, IM, or text… And it was I that would get on his case if we missed a day without talking. One time we had gone a week and I was a near emotional disaster by the timed he got in touch with me. Time always seemed to move faster for him then me…
Yet, now I find myself staring at my phone with ten missed calls and god knows how many texts… It’s been a week since that night that I left without looking at him… I don’t know why… But I just can’t bring myself to look at these pointless messages. I can already guess what they say. The first few are probably just ‘Hellos’ and ‘How are yous’… Then it moves on to ‘Did you loose your phone?’ and ‘Are you on a business trip?’ Finally it’s onto the frantic ‘Dude, are you okay? Seriously pick up.’
I know he’s worried… But, I just don’t want to talk right now. For this past week, you’d think that I’ve kept myself locked up in my apartment to avoid him like this. But, No, I’ve been more socially active then ever… Our lives are so different, that if we just lived them, we’d never actually see each other… That alone only kills me more on the inside.
So this entire week I basically gave myself to the mercy of my friends from work Mike and Adam. When I wasn’t working, I was with them, or being drug somewhere by them. They always complained I didn’t hang with them enough, or do anything fun. Giving them a chance like this, they wore me ragged. We went to a lot of museums in the area, and festivals. I may not like the summer heat, but I do like the fact that you can always seem to find something to do. Especially things to do with the arts, call my friends and I dorks, cause we are. I’ll take going the museum over the mall any day.
Now I sit here, after a week of museums, art shows, festivals, the zoo, and even a trip to the roller skating rink, which had ended our adventures when Mike broke his arm trying to use the restroom without taking off his skates. And I have enough trinkets, souvenirs, and pamphlets sitting in my room to like I’ve traveled the world, not just my city.
“Should I call him?” I asked the stuffed gorilla on my computer desk, which now was decked out with a wig from a doll exhibit. Of course there was no answer.
“I really should… But…” I don’t know what was keeping me from calling him. It wasn’t a lack of anything to say. I could always think of something to say. If I wasn’t such an introvert I’d be the life of parties… It’s just that, I’m afraid of what he’ll say.
I hate being afraid of him, for any reason.
Staring at my phone for the longest time, I sighed. I couldn’t do it… Not just yet. ‘I’ll call him at midnight.’ I thought to myself. ‘He always stays up till like 2 anyhow.’ So making up my mind, I looked at the clock. ‘1pm, I still have a whole day…’
“Well my cross dressing monkey friend, what should I do with my day?” Once again there wasn’t an answer. “You suck as a adviser monkey.” I threw a sock at it, knocking it off my desk. “I’ll pick you up when you can learn to answer me.”
You know you’re going crazy when you argue with a stuffed monkey.
Picking up my phone I scrolled through my list of numbers, past Eric and straight to Mike. He picked up his phone on the first ring. ‘Not much to do when you broke your arm.’ I chuckled in my mind thinking back to him on those skates.
“Hey dude it’s me.” I greeted.
“Hey to you, I just got back from the hospital, what’s up with you.”
“Not much, I want to be the first one to sign your cast. If I don’t Adam’s gonna take the best place.”
Mike laughed. “Yeah, total attention whore…. Well, I’m not going anywhere, it was meh drivin’ arm. So I am stranded.”
“Be there in a bit then.”
“Laters.”
“Later.” I hung up and looked around my room for my bag of markers. Mike didn’t know it, but I was going to do a whole freaking mural on his cast. I just wanted anything to waste time today. Grabbing my bag, wallet, and bus pass I ran out the door. Leaving my cell phone on the bed. I just didn’t even want to look at that thing anymore.
Thus I pretty much wasted the entire day at Mike’s place. Adam arrived a short time after me, and of course was annoyed I had claimed Mike’s cast as my own personal art project. By the time I was done with that thing it was 8pm, we had gone through two pizzas, 6 soda’s, determined that Adam goes into a zombie state when allowed on a Xbox, and I had given Mike a epic cast mural. I left, after giving my goodbyes and wishing Mike luck removing Adam from his living room. I often wondered if those two were together. I can’t tell if they’re best friends or something more.
It was a strangely chilly night for summer but I spent the next four hours walking. Trying to keep my mind empty, but failing. It just kept going back to my phone and what I was going to say to him. What I needed to say to him. Everything in my head just wouldn’t give me a brake. So I gave up and started walking home. I was completely worn out and practically fell onto my bed on top of my markers. Looking groggily at the clock I saw it was 11:57pm.
Then I felt a vibration on my stomach. I had landed on top of my phone as well. Shuffling around and pulling out the stupid thing, I saw it was Eric calling me. ‘perfect timing.’ I sighed and flipped it open finally answering his call.
“Hi Eric.”
Rarely had we ever gone a day without a phone call, IM, or text… And it was I that would get on his case if we missed a day without talking. One time we had gone a week and I was a near emotional disaster by the timed he got in touch with me. Time always seemed to move faster for him then me…
Yet, now I find myself staring at my phone with ten missed calls and god knows how many texts… It’s been a week since that night that I left without looking at him… I don’t know why… But I just can’t bring myself to look at these pointless messages. I can already guess what they say. The first few are probably just ‘Hellos’ and ‘How are yous’… Then it moves on to ‘Did you loose your phone?’ and ‘Are you on a business trip?’ Finally it’s onto the frantic ‘Dude, are you okay? Seriously pick up.’
I know he’s worried… But, I just don’t want to talk right now. For this past week, you’d think that I’ve kept myself locked up in my apartment to avoid him like this. But, No, I’ve been more socially active then ever… Our lives are so different, that if we just lived them, we’d never actually see each other… That alone only kills me more on the inside.
So this entire week I basically gave myself to the mercy of my friends from work Mike and Adam. When I wasn’t working, I was with them, or being drug somewhere by them. They always complained I didn’t hang with them enough, or do anything fun. Giving them a chance like this, they wore me ragged. We went to a lot of museums in the area, and festivals. I may not like the summer heat, but I do like the fact that you can always seem to find something to do. Especially things to do with the arts, call my friends and I dorks, cause we are. I’ll take going the museum over the mall any day.
Now I sit here, after a week of museums, art shows, festivals, the zoo, and even a trip to the roller skating rink, which had ended our adventures when Mike broke his arm trying to use the restroom without taking off his skates. And I have enough trinkets, souvenirs, and pamphlets sitting in my room to like I’ve traveled the world, not just my city.
“Should I call him?” I asked the stuffed gorilla on my computer desk, which now was decked out with a wig from a doll exhibit. Of course there was no answer.
“I really should… But…” I don’t know what was keeping me from calling him. It wasn’t a lack of anything to say. I could always think of something to say. If I wasn’t such an introvert I’d be the life of parties… It’s just that, I’m afraid of what he’ll say.
I hate being afraid of him, for any reason.
Staring at my phone for the longest time, I sighed. I couldn’t do it… Not just yet. ‘I’ll call him at midnight.’ I thought to myself. ‘He always stays up till like 2 anyhow.’ So making up my mind, I looked at the clock. ‘1pm, I still have a whole day…’
“Well my cross dressing monkey friend, what should I do with my day?” Once again there wasn’t an answer. “You suck as a adviser monkey.” I threw a sock at it, knocking it off my desk. “I’ll pick you up when you can learn to answer me.”
You know you’re going crazy when you argue with a stuffed monkey.
Picking up my phone I scrolled through my list of numbers, past Eric and straight to Mike. He picked up his phone on the first ring. ‘Not much to do when you broke your arm.’ I chuckled in my mind thinking back to him on those skates.
“Hey dude it’s me.” I greeted.
“Hey to you, I just got back from the hospital, what’s up with you.”
“Not much, I want to be the first one to sign your cast. If I don’t Adam’s gonna take the best place.”
Mike laughed. “Yeah, total attention whore…. Well, I’m not going anywhere, it was meh drivin’ arm. So I am stranded.”
“Be there in a bit then.”
“Laters.”
“Later.” I hung up and looked around my room for my bag of markers. Mike didn’t know it, but I was going to do a whole freaking mural on his cast. I just wanted anything to waste time today. Grabbing my bag, wallet, and bus pass I ran out the door. Leaving my cell phone on the bed. I just didn’t even want to look at that thing anymore.
Thus I pretty much wasted the entire day at Mike’s place. Adam arrived a short time after me, and of course was annoyed I had claimed Mike’s cast as my own personal art project. By the time I was done with that thing it was 8pm, we had gone through two pizzas, 6 soda’s, determined that Adam goes into a zombie state when allowed on a Xbox, and I had given Mike a epic cast mural. I left, after giving my goodbyes and wishing Mike luck removing Adam from his living room. I often wondered if those two were together. I can’t tell if they’re best friends or something more.
It was a strangely chilly night for summer but I spent the next four hours walking. Trying to keep my mind empty, but failing. It just kept going back to my phone and what I was going to say to him. What I needed to say to him. Everything in my head just wouldn’t give me a brake. So I gave up and started walking home. I was completely worn out and practically fell onto my bed on top of my markers. Looking groggily at the clock I saw it was 11:57pm.
Then I felt a vibration on my stomach. I had landed on top of my phone as well. Shuffling around and pulling out the stupid thing, I saw it was Eric calling me. ‘perfect timing.’ I sighed and flipped it open finally answering his call.
“Hi Eric.”