I'll say right now that I'm glad that I left before I could inflict serious
damage on him, on us. I think that was all for the best, then I didn't, of
course. I moved in with De, I've known the girl since kindergarten.
Daphne, her, and I used to be best friends up until high school, but then
her parents picked up and went to Manhattan, the only place suitable for
their kind of money.
Brian thought my family was bad; De's is just so-uptight. We used to e- mail each other a lot; she was one of the first people to know that I was gay. I was IM-ing with her and Daphne and it just kind of came out, so to speak. I don't know how the hell De ended up the way she did.but she renounced her straight ways and joined us on the other team. Her dad said he would only accept her again when she finally brought home a nice boy to breed with. She said sure, dad, when you let me eat a girl out in front of the country club. He told her to find her own way through life, she'd be back in a week. It had been a year. Oh, she was always a Daddy's girl so he sends her a check for about $ 350 a month. Her mom and her talk about once a week, so she doesn't have it that bad. De reminds me a lot of Brian though, i.e. total party animal. Don't get her out on a dance floor unless you intend to be there all night. She doesn't hit too heavy on the drugs, I always looked out for her on that department because she was pretty tight all those years.
But enough about De, I packed up my shit at the loft and told him I'd see him later, our word. We didn't end on bad terms, which I absolutely love. I just think we both needed to step back and evaluate, hell I don't want to scar him and I really don't want him to do the same to me.and it was just getting uncomfortable. So I said, Brian I am nineteen years old, I'm going to live a little, hope you're here when I get back. Okay so I didn't exactly march up to him and exactly say that shit to him.I'm just giving you the Cliffnote's version of the ordeal. It would be an understatement to say that he was shocked, but I think he's got over it. I don't want seriousness right then, did I? I must have been on drugs for about a good year of my life. What the fuck was I thinking about romance for, this young in life? I looked at Daphne and De and saw all the fucking fun there and I knew Brian was starting to just.ughh. He would not be ready for a while for a stable relationship and if I'm honest I didn't think I was either. I think I expect too much. That doesn't mean I was not going to tease Brian to the point of insanity. From that on I didn't know what I was going to do.
I knew what I was not going to do and that was to fall in the arms of Romeo; the boy was and, I guess, still is smooth. Of course, De hates him. I don't even mention him to her anymore, that vein in her necks just looks like it is about to pop, her hands clenching and unclenching. Another point is that's just disrespectful to Brian. But I mean, what the fuck am I saying? Every damn rule my stupid ass made up, I broke. How fucking ironic is that?
But I was not going to start on feeling sorry for myself; I'd save that 'till I am completely shit faced and had someone to listen to it. Okay. Now I had to face the first day of the rest of my life.
"De! What the fuck am I going to do??" I don't think I am going to fend very well by myself. God help me.
"Taylor, my God! How the hell am I supposed to know? Look around! It doesn't exactly look like I have it made." I scratch my head and raise myself to a sitting position on her shit couch.
"Yeah, but aren't your parents like rich.or something?" She is moving around in the kitchen, fixing breakfast.okay not really, she put two pieces of bread in the toaster and poured us both a glass of Skyy Blue.
"Well.yeah, but they won't share some of that so-called richness until.Oh my God, why didn't I think of it before?" Uh-oh. I am in for some serious trouble. She's got that smile on her, you know, that smile like the Grinch had when he had the idea of stealing Christmas.you see how well that worked out. I slink back on the couch, assuming the role as petrified sidekick.
"Justin! You are a fucking genius!" Now I'm really scared because I have a slight clue to what she is talking about.
"No fucking way, De!" She runs over to the couch, her socked feet sliding all over the cheap wood floor, making her way to me to get me in her evil clutches.
"Justin, come the fuck off, this is the perfect idea." This is where I am going to interrupt this little narrative and say that she jinxed the whole thing before it even started and to say that things where fucked up from the beginning and I blame the whole thing on her and she is forever in my debt intake of breath Okay.
"Your parents want you straight. My parents want me straight. And now I won't have to charge your ass for rent." I look at her mouth agape. She was going to make me start paying rent?? But her idea was starting to make sense, in that De sort of way. And in De I trusted. Sorry I have a thing for Fight Club, and we watched it last night. Damn! I love those indents and that jaw line.sorry.
"Wait-let me get this 'straight'," her face broke out in a huge grin at my pun.
"That was horrible, Justin." She swatted my arm and went to get the toast that was starting to burn. Oh, that smell was going to be around for a while. I leaned over the back of the couch watching her try to salvage the black mass that was once recognizable food.
"You're saying that we pretend to be straight to get something out of our parents?" She looked at me all of a sudden with a seriousness on her face that I don't think I had ever seen in my whole life.
"Yeah, you think we might actually have a chance at this?"
"Hell no."
"We're gonna do it aren't we?" She smiled at me hugely again.
"Absolutely. But I have a few conditions." She broke out into hysterical laughter and came running towards me, slipping and sliding and practically crushing me when she fell atop me.
"This won't work with me dead." She dug her elbow deeper in my ribs.
"Actually it might be better, I don't want you getting any crazy ideas."
"Shut the fuck up bitch!"
Brian thought my family was bad; De's is just so-uptight. We used to e- mail each other a lot; she was one of the first people to know that I was gay. I was IM-ing with her and Daphne and it just kind of came out, so to speak. I don't know how the hell De ended up the way she did.but she renounced her straight ways and joined us on the other team. Her dad said he would only accept her again when she finally brought home a nice boy to breed with. She said sure, dad, when you let me eat a girl out in front of the country club. He told her to find her own way through life, she'd be back in a week. It had been a year. Oh, she was always a Daddy's girl so he sends her a check for about $ 350 a month. Her mom and her talk about once a week, so she doesn't have it that bad. De reminds me a lot of Brian though, i.e. total party animal. Don't get her out on a dance floor unless you intend to be there all night. She doesn't hit too heavy on the drugs, I always looked out for her on that department because she was pretty tight all those years.
But enough about De, I packed up my shit at the loft and told him I'd see him later, our word. We didn't end on bad terms, which I absolutely love. I just think we both needed to step back and evaluate, hell I don't want to scar him and I really don't want him to do the same to me.and it was just getting uncomfortable. So I said, Brian I am nineteen years old, I'm going to live a little, hope you're here when I get back. Okay so I didn't exactly march up to him and exactly say that shit to him.I'm just giving you the Cliffnote's version of the ordeal. It would be an understatement to say that he was shocked, but I think he's got over it. I don't want seriousness right then, did I? I must have been on drugs for about a good year of my life. What the fuck was I thinking about romance for, this young in life? I looked at Daphne and De and saw all the fucking fun there and I knew Brian was starting to just.ughh. He would not be ready for a while for a stable relationship and if I'm honest I didn't think I was either. I think I expect too much. That doesn't mean I was not going to tease Brian to the point of insanity. From that on I didn't know what I was going to do.
I knew what I was not going to do and that was to fall in the arms of Romeo; the boy was and, I guess, still is smooth. Of course, De hates him. I don't even mention him to her anymore, that vein in her necks just looks like it is about to pop, her hands clenching and unclenching. Another point is that's just disrespectful to Brian. But I mean, what the fuck am I saying? Every damn rule my stupid ass made up, I broke. How fucking ironic is that?
But I was not going to start on feeling sorry for myself; I'd save that 'till I am completely shit faced and had someone to listen to it. Okay. Now I had to face the first day of the rest of my life.
"De! What the fuck am I going to do??" I don't think I am going to fend very well by myself. God help me.
"Taylor, my God! How the hell am I supposed to know? Look around! It doesn't exactly look like I have it made." I scratch my head and raise myself to a sitting position on her shit couch.
"Yeah, but aren't your parents like rich.or something?" She is moving around in the kitchen, fixing breakfast.okay not really, she put two pieces of bread in the toaster and poured us both a glass of Skyy Blue.
"Well.yeah, but they won't share some of that so-called richness until.Oh my God, why didn't I think of it before?" Uh-oh. I am in for some serious trouble. She's got that smile on her, you know, that smile like the Grinch had when he had the idea of stealing Christmas.you see how well that worked out. I slink back on the couch, assuming the role as petrified sidekick.
"Justin! You are a fucking genius!" Now I'm really scared because I have a slight clue to what she is talking about.
"No fucking way, De!" She runs over to the couch, her socked feet sliding all over the cheap wood floor, making her way to me to get me in her evil clutches.
"Justin, come the fuck off, this is the perfect idea." This is where I am going to interrupt this little narrative and say that she jinxed the whole thing before it even started and to say that things where fucked up from the beginning and I blame the whole thing on her and she is forever in my debt intake of breath Okay.
"Your parents want you straight. My parents want me straight. And now I won't have to charge your ass for rent." I look at her mouth agape. She was going to make me start paying rent?? But her idea was starting to make sense, in that De sort of way. And in De I trusted. Sorry I have a thing for Fight Club, and we watched it last night. Damn! I love those indents and that jaw line.sorry.
"Wait-let me get this 'straight'," her face broke out in a huge grin at my pun.
"That was horrible, Justin." She swatted my arm and went to get the toast that was starting to burn. Oh, that smell was going to be around for a while. I leaned over the back of the couch watching her try to salvage the black mass that was once recognizable food.
"You're saying that we pretend to be straight to get something out of our parents?" She looked at me all of a sudden with a seriousness on her face that I don't think I had ever seen in my whole life.
"Yeah, you think we might actually have a chance at this?"
"Hell no."
"We're gonna do it aren't we?" She smiled at me hugely again.
"Absolutely. But I have a few conditions." She broke out into hysterical laughter and came running towards me, slipping and sliding and practically crushing me when she fell atop me.
"This won't work with me dead." She dug her elbow deeper in my ribs.
"Actually it might be better, I don't want you getting any crazy ideas."
"Shut the fuck up bitch!"