If you don't know:
Scotland = Scott (wow I'm so creative)
Ireland (S) = Collin
Ireland (N) = Connor
Love Hurts
It has been hundreds of years since the Revolutionary War took place, but when July 4th comes around, I can't help but stay home and cry. Each year I try to do something that would keep me from thinking about Alfred. But that wankers' celebrations always seem to get through to me.
Right now I'm sitting alone next to the window, staring up at the dark gray sky. Connor and Collin took Scott and Peter on a trip to Costa Rica. They knew that I would want to be alone for the month, but they went because they wanted to piss me off. Aren't they just little angels?
The date is July 1st and I should be getting ready for Matthew's party, but I can't stop staring out my window like a hopeless idiot. After what felt like 2 hours of mindlessly daydreaming, I got off my sorry ass and went upstairs to get ready. Since it was just Matthew we were talking about, I didn't really feel like dressing up. I threw on a white dress shirt, black pants, and a black tie. Nothing too fancy. As I was checking myself out in the mirror, I started to remember when I gave Alfred his first suit.
*Flashback*
"Hey what's with the suit? It looks expensive. Too bad I'll never wear it."
"You should. Dressing like a popper isn't in fashion. I refuse to be seen with you if you're not dressed properly."
"So what's the matter? You think the way I dress is perfectly acceptable!"
-10 minutes later-
"See? Dressed like that, it's hard to believe you're the same person."
"Sure, but this isn't comfortable. I guess I'll just wear it on special occasions."
*End of Flashback*
When I finally snapped out of it, the sky had already gotten darker. I didn't want o waste anymore time, so I exited the house. I looked at my car, then to the street. There was no reason to dive since Matthews house was close by. And besides, I still have 2 hours to get there.
It takes about 45 minutes to get there on foot, so if I ever get there early, I can always help with the decorating. As I entered the city, I realized that I needed to get a gift for Matthew. I couldn't show up empty handed. That would be rude. It's a good thing there were stores all around me. I picked a random shop and went in. I looked around until I gazed upon a bear. Not any kind of bear. It was a 4 foot polar bear. I was certain that Matthew would love it, because of his over obsession for Polar Bears. I walked over to the shelf it was resting on and picked it up. It certainly was adorable. I brought the toy to the check-out, and a young girl appeared behind the counter.
"Did you find everything you wanted?"
"Yes, I did. Thank you for asking."
She smiled at me, but she also gave me a curious look.
"This for you, or someone else?"
"Oh, no. This is for my younger brother. It's his birthday."
"Birthday? That's wonderful! Here I'll wrap it up for you."
"Oh, that's very kind. Thank you."
The girl got out a box and put the object inside it. She then wrapped it up and placed a big red bow on the top. She wrapped it with great speed and delicacy. I'll admit, she was good.
"Here you go, all done!"
"Well that was quick. Thank you very much."
"You're welcome! Please come back again!"
"I will."
We exchanged smiles and finally exited the building. I looked at my watch. 1:21. Good, I didn't waste too much time. I started down the sidewalk, thinking about all the memorable moments I've had with Matthew, but after I start thinking about it, my mind over flows with memories of being with Alfred. I froze up and looked down at the ground. I could feel the tears start to develop in my eyes. I fought the urge to cry, but it didn't work. The tears ran down my face, and fell to the ground. After ages of just standing there, I started to walk again. I gazed at my watch, and my eyes widened. It was 1:47. I was standing there for 26 minutes. Well it doesn't matter. I just have to get to Matthews.