Closer

Thanks to iotc247- it is so, so, so good to see a new reader. Thank you kindly. Gypsi, and animechick262003. My sincerest apologies for the extreme delay. I’ve been working on the revision for this, and along with my four writing classes and a new job, I’ve been extremely busy. Thank you for the sentiments, animechick. It was much appreciated. Gypsi, I plan on writing tons more of interracial fics because as animechick mentioned, it is not a large market, and I want to explore more of it. I was thinking of doing this revamped Brady Bunch, except interracial, not so cheery, and the kids won’t be evenly matched (3 boys and 3 girls) and they won’t like each other right off the bat, cause that would be ooky. Anyway, it’s just an idea. After the rewrite and completion of “Closer,” or perhaps even before, I will be writing this sci-fi drama called “The Tigress,” which I may have mentioned before, which will also be interracial. Hope you like this one :)


Jill


\"Guilt\"


It sucked being under aged. In a world of capitalism, one would think that money was more important than one’s age. So he wasn’t twenty one. Big fucking deal. He was eighteen years old, with a license, could vote, and could even go to war and die, but was apparently too young to purchase alcoholic beverages. So what, if he was three years older that would somehow make him more responsible? What’s in a number anyway? You could be thirty-five and be the most sheltered, irresponsible person alive. Life experiences are what really mattered. Unfortunately for him, no half decent sales clerk would agree with him. He would have to find his illegal beverages elsewhere.


His friend Alex’s parents were big on alcohol. They had a very posh bar in the basement. He decided that would be the place to go. If you couldn’t count on your friends, then… actually, he believed you could count on people for being who they are, but not on them to always be there for you when you needed them to be. Hell, he didn’t even count on himself, well, not in a positive sense anyway.

Finally arriving at Alex’s house, he impatiently rang the doorbell several times. Alex came to the door looking shocked as well as slightly irritated.

“Sean? What are you doing here?” He asked, stepping aside and allowing Sean to come in from the snow.

“Your folks home?” He asked as he tossed his coat on the floor, heading towards the basement door.

“No, they’re out. Did you need something?” He asked as he followed his friend down the stairs. Alex could tell that something was way off. Sean was usually polite and didn’t go wherever he pleased in peoples homes, even though they had known each other for the last five years.

“Yea, actually. A drink… or ten.” He said as he went behind the bar, grabbing the first bottle of whisky he saw. “This looks like a nice, strong drink, doesn’t it?” He asked rhetorically as he screwed off the cap.

“But dood, you don’t drink.” Alex said, extraordinarily confused. Sean detested alcohol.


“Yea? Well people change, don’t they?” He asked rhetorically before lifting the bottle to his lips and drinking deeply.

“What the hell is going on?” Alex asked quietly, watching as Sean scrunched up his face in strong distaste of the liquid, all the while still drinking it down. Feeling a bit light headed, he put the bottle down for a moment to reply to Alex.

“Have to be a man, don’t I? A real man, right? Father says… You wouldn’t understand.” He said before taking another sip. No one would understand. He didn’t have a choice in this. As much as he despised and hated the old man, he finally accepted the fact that he would be just like him. He figured maybe the alcohol would numb the feeling of hopelessness. He had seen his future, and he had felt sick long before drinking the whisky.

“What the hell happened to you, Sean? Did you and Rosalyn have a fight or something?” Alex asked, wondering if he should attempt to physically remove his friend from the bar.

“No, it wasn’t her. She’s… she’s absolutely wonderful.” He took another deep swig, in spite of the fact that his tongue and throat felt as if they were burning. He was gingerly becoming accustomed to the amber liquid’s taste. “I don’t deserve her. I’m gonna let her go. Fly free, little bird.” He said with a mirthless laugh.

“Oh man. You’re gonna dump her? Are you serious? Why would you…”

“No! No more questions, alright? I’m… I’m tired. I gotta go.” He said, taking the bottle with him upstairs. He went as fast as he could, albeit wobbly. Alex was close on his heels.

“Where ya gonna go?”

“Dunno. Home, maybe. I have to think.” Sean clumsily put on his coat before leaving with the bottle. He didn’t say goodbye. Alex figured since he wasn’t driving, he’d be alright. At least physically, at any rate.

*********

“Oh! Look who’s home early. And alone. What, you and Sean have a fight or something?” Rosalyn gave her mother a withering look. She had been lying down on the couch, reading a magazine. She had been waiting.

“No, mom. He was sick. He didn’t go to school today and is currently at home. Sean and I are fine.” She said as she put up her book bag and hurriedly took off her coat, gloves, hat and scarf. She wanted to hurry up and get out of there before they got into another senseless argument. Every once in awhile, from what Rosalyn concluded must have been sheer boredom, her mom would start talking about how she and Sean wouldn’t work out. Damn, but it worked her nerves.

“Oh? Sick? Hmm… Surprised you aren’t over there with him feeding him soup or something.” Rosalyn was so glad that Sean hadn’t been there to come home with her today. Just imagining what she would have said to him… She was so mean and bitter and cynical and Rosalyn just didn’t get what the hell that had to do with her.

“Why do you always have to be this way? What is wrong with Sean? Why do you hate him?!” She knew she was on the verge of yelling, and tried to keep her emotions in check. Her mother narrowed her eyes and sat up from her reclining position on the couch.

“It’s not just him, honey. I don’t trust anybody with a penis. And when you have lived as long as I have, experienced some of the things that I’ve been through then maybe you’ll get it.”

“Sean is a good person, mom. I did not make a mistake by being with him. I trust him.”

“You had sex with him, didn’t you?” Rosalyn looked absolutely mortified.

“God, no! Why would you say that?! Look, I gotta go to the bathroom.” Rosalyn could feel her blood rush and skin heat around her face from nervousness, guilt, and stress. She really did need to go to the bathroom.

“Yea, ok. I just hope you’re using protection! A shot is not enough, and it can’t protect you from some disease, Rosalyn!” Her mother yelled after her. Rosalyn merely closed the bathroom door behind her.