A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Bobcat:Slashgoil- that would be nice, wouldn't it? But no…ha ha ha! I'm evil!!! (more manic laughter)
Coin- don't worry, I couldn't stand to pair Bumlets with Blink, he's one of the signature straight guys in this fic, they can't all be gay, now can they? Or could they… (runs off to scheme)
Strawberri Shake- isn't it though? Bumlets is like the screw-upper of the century!
(Still Friday)
—Racetrack's PoV—
Sot's eyes…they're different. I know what I'm about to say has probably been used in every single love story ever, but it was like I was swimming in them. They are so blue that I forgot where I was. I forgot who I was. I forgot who he was.
I remember now, however, and I know it's wrong. I know everything and nothing about him. I haven't known him long enough to feel this way, let alone that he's the same gender as me.
I want to swim in his eyes again. I never want to swim in his eyes again. I don't know what I want.
I've decided that I'll no longer think of it as swimming, it's drowning, suffocating. It's like plunging into quicksand. I'll pretend to feel it forcing in on me, pressing in on my chest so I can't breathe. Maybe if this beauty makes me want to die I'll no longer love it.
I'll no longer love it. Hear that? I love it already. I don't know what love is. I've never been loved before. By anyone. The love of a mother con only go so far, and who says that was even love? It was forced love, the worst love ever.
Anthony Higgins has never felt a good love. He can't, it's like a curse, an aura. It follows him everywhere, chasing away everything good.
Except Spot.
Anthony Higgins can't know love, but what about Racetrack?
—Swifty's PoV—
I think I'm suffering from Boots withdrawal. He's gone and I can't stop thinking about him. I won't be able to see him for two weeks, but it seems like an eternity.
I realized how lonely I m after Boots called me. After Boots leaves for school I have no one to talk to. I have no one to call and nowhere to go.
It really got to me so I glued googly eyes onto a rock and talked to it. Mostly about Boots, but other stuff as well. I named my rock Rocky, a very orginal name, if I do say so myself.
"Rocky, how are you doing?" I asked him.
He didn't answer.
"Oh, so you're the strong, silent type, eh? I guess that means you're a good listener though."
Still no answer, but what did I expect? He is a rock, after all.
Eventually I fell asleep talking to Rocky and I almost missed my afternoon shift at the grocery store. My hours are now longer and later in the day since I have no Boots to look forward to.
Is it amazingly pathetic how my life revolves around him?
A/n: heh heh, Swifty literally has a pet rock! Sorry all, I won't be able to update until the 24 th, seeing as I'm in Montreal. Review anyways please?