The name's Sinbad.
Hey.
I'm what people call,
a stud,
the most popular guy in the school.
I suppose I could date any girl I want,
right?
Well, the thing is,
I'm not into girls.
I mean, maybe for sex, but that's it.
But that's not the problem!
The problem is,
so I'm walkin' down the hall, right?
And so I see these two guys,
walkin' on opposite sides of the hallway.
They both like me,
I know.
One of them's got white hair.
Reminds me of pearls.
And freckles,
like sweet sprinkles that I want to lick right off his face.
His eyes are dark.
His cheeks are pink.
He's cute.
He cuts.
The other one's got black hair.
Really long black hair.
Like the midnight sky.
And eyes so red,
they're like deep pools of moscato that I could drink right up.
His skin is pale.
His cheeks are plump.
He's cute.
He's got an eating disorder.
When I talk to them,
they smile and blush,
but they try to cover it up.
One likes to smile.
Small, tender smiles
that only really tell me that
he's hurting inside.
The other likes to laugh.
A loud, body-shaking laugh
even when his eyes
look like they're gonna cry.
I'll never forget the
restricting
feeling in my chest,
when I walked in on
a sharp, bloodied piece of glass being run through pale skin on a thin wrist.
an arm down the throat, fingers bringing up bile into the toilet.
Oh-
did I forget to mention?
They hate each other.
Sometimes I watch them duke it out,
when they're simply fed up with each others'
existence,
and I absentmindedly wonder if they're fighting over
me.
But they're really not so different from each other,
in the end.
And so I'm walkin' down the hall,
right?
And this guy comes up to me,
a buddy of mine with a lip piercing and pink hair.
And he tells me:
"Hey, it's high time you chose one o' those two."
And so I'm walkin' down the hall,
right?
And I look at both of them,
on opposite sides of the hallway.
And I watch as one of them slides that same piece of glass out of his backpack and into his pocket,
and the other makes his way to the nearest bathroom.
And I just want them
both
to be
happy.
How can I choose?
It would be an ultimatum.