In Eric's Closet
"So you don't wanna go to the game with me?" Eric looked crushed, holding the pair of basketball tickets out in front of him.
"No, Eric, I've got a special night planned for Rachel," Jack tried not to be too matter-of-fact about his plans. He could see that Eric was especially hurt.
"Eric! What's your problem? I don't get the attitude!"
"Why would you? Just go out and have fun with Rachel." Eric stared at the floor, looking dejected.
"You don't listen to a word anybody says, do you. Rachel is coming over here tonight, remember? I asked for the apartment last weekend. I'm not going to feel guilty for your lack of planning."
"Yeah, don't worry, Jack, I'll be outta here before your little 'Juliet' gets here..."
Eric stood up, shot Jack an icy glare and stormed into the bedroom. Jack looked quizzically at him then shook his head and started cleaning up the kitchen.
Eric was lying on his bed, sobbing quietly into his pillow.
"Why do I feel this way? I don't understand." he thought, but at the same time he didn't want to give up the feelings he had because they were his. It was all he had ever known. No one could take that from him. What is normal anyway? Corey and Topanga? Jack and Rachel?
"They can have it if that's what they want," frustrated, he rolled off his bed and walked to the bathroom sink to wash his face, trying to think of where he would go tonight. He felt weak, tired. The bathroom mirror showed Eric a pale, sallow version of himself. He dried off his face and turned around, walking through the bedroom to the living room and out the front door.
"Remember, we'll be here till..." Jack was cut off as Eric slammed the door behind him.
Eric walked around the block a half dozen times before deciding to go hang out at the library. All he could think about is how much different life would be if he could find a girl that made him feel different about himself, about life.
"Get real. You don't even like girls," he thought to himself as he walked. Lyrics to a song he couldn't quite remember kept playing through his mind,
"…I really never knew how to love..."
He rounded the corner and bounded up the steps to the library,
"...I just hoped somehow I'd see..."
Eric scanned the room looking for a corner to camp out in.
"...but now my heart is on my sleeve, and this love will never leave, I know..."
As Eric sat contemplating his situation, he became so frustrated that the only clear solution seemed to hit him in the face like a brick wall.
He stood up and yelled, "That's IT!" Everyone around him stopped what they were doing and stared at him.
"Sorry," he offered sheepishly.
Too be continued. I'll get more as soon as I can! Thanks for reading!
"So you don't wanna go to the game with me?" Eric looked crushed, holding the pair of basketball tickets out in front of him.
"No, Eric, I've got a special night planned for Rachel," Jack tried not to be too matter-of-fact about his plans. He could see that Eric was especially hurt.
"Eric! What's your problem? I don't get the attitude!"
"Why would you? Just go out and have fun with Rachel." Eric stared at the floor, looking dejected.
"You don't listen to a word anybody says, do you. Rachel is coming over here tonight, remember? I asked for the apartment last weekend. I'm not going to feel guilty for your lack of planning."
"Yeah, don't worry, Jack, I'll be outta here before your little 'Juliet' gets here..."
Eric stood up, shot Jack an icy glare and stormed into the bedroom. Jack looked quizzically at him then shook his head and started cleaning up the kitchen.
Eric was lying on his bed, sobbing quietly into his pillow.
"Why do I feel this way? I don't understand." he thought, but at the same time he didn't want to give up the feelings he had because they were his. It was all he had ever known. No one could take that from him. What is normal anyway? Corey and Topanga? Jack and Rachel?
"They can have it if that's what they want," frustrated, he rolled off his bed and walked to the bathroom sink to wash his face, trying to think of where he would go tonight. He felt weak, tired. The bathroom mirror showed Eric a pale, sallow version of himself. He dried off his face and turned around, walking through the bedroom to the living room and out the front door.
"Remember, we'll be here till..." Jack was cut off as Eric slammed the door behind him.
Eric walked around the block a half dozen times before deciding to go hang out at the library. All he could think about is how much different life would be if he could find a girl that made him feel different about himself, about life.
"Get real. You don't even like girls," he thought to himself as he walked. Lyrics to a song he couldn't quite remember kept playing through his mind,
"…I really never knew how to love..."
He rounded the corner and bounded up the steps to the library,
"...I just hoped somehow I'd see..."
Eric scanned the room looking for a corner to camp out in.
"...but now my heart is on my sleeve, and this love will never leave, I know..."
As Eric sat contemplating his situation, he became so frustrated that the only clear solution seemed to hit him in the face like a brick wall.
He stood up and yelled, "That's IT!" Everyone around him stopped what they were doing and stared at him.
"Sorry," he offered sheepishly.
Too be continued. I'll get more as soon as I can! Thanks for reading!