"Come on now your good friends are here waiting this one out, you better come back do-"
Blaine awoke to the sound of his phone and began to wonder what time it was. He looked down at his phone to see a new email and that it was 12:37 pm.
"Well, not like I have friends or things to do anyways" he said under his breath as he got up and ran his finger through his still wet hair. Looking down at the pillow he saw the wet spot his head had left, something that his mother hated. Blaine quickly flipped the pillow over before trudging to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and in the foreground saw his razor still sitting on the lip of the tub.
"Shit shit shit" he whispered under his breath, grabbing the razor and shoving them into his pocket. He ran to his parents room to see if they were home, and found the bed untouched from how the housekeeper left it yesturday. Blaine felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders as he pictured his parents staying the apartment they had in the city, an entire ten miles from where he was now. Blaine put on some sneakers and ran down the steps. He passed the kitchen where he saw Sara, their housekeeper, sweeping.
"Blaine, come I'll make you food. Your mother says you need to eat."
"Not hungry, Sara. Going for a walk." he said jogging out the door and hearing Sara's exasperated sigh as he closed the door.
Blaine sat down, panting, on a park bench. Instead of walking like he planned he never stopped running and was now at the park on the other side of town. He reached for his phone and scraped the razors in his search, bringing back memories of the night he had had. It felt like every night for the past month had been this way. Horrific yet okay, because of his imaginary boy. The boy that comforted him when the razor was right up aganist his skin. The boy that gave him the love that his parents never cared too. The boy who helped to keep him going in his hell of a life. Thinking of hell, Blaine rembered how hot he was and found that he was wearing sweatpants on one of the hottest days of the year, it was the Summer Solstice.
"Shit, I must look like an idiot wearing sweatpants when its nearly a hundred degrees out." he thought to himself as he watched people run by, barely clothed in shorts and tank tops. He got up and ran right back home, and never stopped running until he got up to his room.