Its 9:30 as I slowly work my way out of the bed and into the shower. The feeling of hot water on my skin as I gradually get back my senses of feel… its almost addictive. I grab a towel from the top of the cabinet and wrap it around me like a blanket on a ridiculously cold night. Smothering my hair with the towel I suddenly sneeze from the dust given off. "When's the last time I used this towel" I muttered to myself. Being alone and not caring about things has affected my laundry now. "Great" I told my self sarcastically feeling amused by my own weird ways of humor.
As I made my way down the steps I found my dog James laying on the couch as usual. I guess he could sense my repetitive loneliness too. It's been almost a year since my dad kicked me out of the house. Vegeta.. He was always so stubborn and focused on what I should be, forgetting I was my own person and not agreeing with the way I wanted my life to go. Maybe I wasn't sure with the way I wanted my life to go. Living in this apartment by myself.. Being attracted to guys and not woman. Fuck my parents if they feel I have shamed them. Fuck them for not listening to what I had to say when I wanted to say it. I can still remember the look my mom gave me. Such a solid unembracing sketchy glare. It caught me off guard and hurtled me into sadness that cannot even be put into words. Inside all of this sadness was a friend. Goten.
He made all my worries vanish whenever I was with him. There was just something about him that was so carefree and innocent. We've known each other since we were kids and have always had that close friend relationship between one another. I was about eleven when I noticed I was different. My thoughts of Goten became quite romantic and serious. He probably doesn't even know I've had feelings for him for almost 5 years now. Each year like another step of me wanting him more and more for my very own. I'm greedy I'll admit that. Every time I saw him with another girl I became like this big flag rapped over a flame. Suffocating on my own fumes of raw emotion for this one person.
"Hey Trunks!" Goten shouted from across the halls in the school. God he looked so good. He could look good on his worst day which always made me mad/blush in that weird kind of mentality.
"Hey" I mumbled.
"Something wrong bro?"
GOD. WHY COULD I NEVER SAY TO HIM WHATS REALLY ON MY DAMN MIND?
"Nah, I'm fine" struggling to find human enough words to produce without being caught in a lie. He always knew when I was lying just to avoid an unwanted conversation about how things were going with the parents. Oh how I wanted to tell him things were fucking great in my own sarcastic way. But I couldn't say such a thing to him.. He was so delicate and fragile, why would I even think about taunting him with something like that. I wouldn't and most likely couldn't. He simply smiled and ruffled my hair around and we walked off to class.
As I made my way down the steps I found my dog James laying on the couch as usual. I guess he could sense my repetitive loneliness too. It's been almost a year since my dad kicked me out of the house. Vegeta.. He was always so stubborn and focused on what I should be, forgetting I was my own person and not agreeing with the way I wanted my life to go. Maybe I wasn't sure with the way I wanted my life to go. Living in this apartment by myself.. Being attracted to guys and not woman. Fuck my parents if they feel I have shamed them. Fuck them for not listening to what I had to say when I wanted to say it. I can still remember the look my mom gave me. Such a solid unembracing sketchy glare. It caught me off guard and hurtled me into sadness that cannot even be put into words. Inside all of this sadness was a friend. Goten.
He made all my worries vanish whenever I was with him. There was just something about him that was so carefree and innocent. We've known each other since we were kids and have always had that close friend relationship between one another. I was about eleven when I noticed I was different. My thoughts of Goten became quite romantic and serious. He probably doesn't even know I've had feelings for him for almost 5 years now. Each year like another step of me wanting him more and more for my very own. I'm greedy I'll admit that. Every time I saw him with another girl I became like this big flag rapped over a flame. Suffocating on my own fumes of raw emotion for this one person.
"Hey Trunks!" Goten shouted from across the halls in the school. God he looked so good. He could look good on his worst day which always made me mad/blush in that weird kind of mentality.
"Hey" I mumbled.
"Something wrong bro?"
GOD. WHY COULD I NEVER SAY TO HIM WHATS REALLY ON MY DAMN MIND?
"Nah, I'm fine" struggling to find human enough words to produce without being caught in a lie. He always knew when I was lying just to avoid an unwanted conversation about how things were going with the parents. Oh how I wanted to tell him things were fucking great in my own sarcastic way. But I couldn't say such a thing to him.. He was so delicate and fragile, why would I even think about taunting him with something like that. I wouldn't and most likely couldn't. He simply smiled and ruffled my hair around and we walked off to class.