Chapter Three: Girly Names, Cigarettes, and Trouble Sleeping
Marco
I shifted uncomfortably in the top bunk, trying to find a way to shut out the noise. All I could hear was two different moans, occasionally followed by 'Oh Donny!' over and over again. Who in the hell is Donny?
I looked at my watch. 12 AM. You've got to be kidding. I've been listening to this crap for three hours. Thank the lord we only have to stay on this train for one more day. Oh no, I just realized that since Jesse is in this compartment with me right now, that he is my roommate. There is no way that I'm going to let them do this every night. I'm not putting myself through this for an entire year; especially since I'm not getting any action!
"That was amazing!" Jesse screamed from the bottom bunk. Does that mean they're done?
"Want to go again?" I heard Rex ask. No, you don't. Please say no. For my sake!
"We should probably get some sleep, and rest up for tomorrow," Jesse said. "Don't worry Marco, we're done!" he yelled up to me.
"Gee, thanks," I muttered, rolling over and closing my eyes. I was hoping that I could go to sleep, but I was wrong. A few seconds later, I heard the door to the compartment open and close. Then I felt the bed shaking a little, like someone was climbing up the ladder. I sat up and there was Jesse, climbing into my bed. I looked at him like he was crazy.
"Stop looking at me like that," he said, making a face. "There's no way I'd be able to sleep after that," he let out a satisfied sigh.
"Did he leave?" I asked him.
"Yep."
"Why?"
"Because when we don't see each other all the time…"
"It makes the sex better, I get it," I said, laughing.
"Well, that and apparently I kick in my sleep and Rex can't deal with that." He rolled his eyes and then stared at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Okay, I know we just met today and everything, but do you consider us friends?" he asked me.
"Yeah. We're going to be roommates, and you're the only person I know here anyway," I pointed out.
"That's true. Don't worry; tomorrow morning I'll introduce you to everyone at breakfast. So, since you're my friend and all…can I sleep here tonight?" he asked.
"In my bed?" I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Well…yeah. I get lonely at night!" he said in his defense.
"I don't share my bed; sorry," I said.
"Please!"
"Wouldn't your boyfriend get mad if you slept in some other guy's bed?" I asked him. Is he crazy? Sleep in my bed? I just met him this afternoon. This is strange.
"No, he understands. Besides, you're my friend; nothing more," Jesse said, trying to convince me.
"Look, don't get me wrong, from what I know, you're a great guy. But I just don't feel comfortable with that. There isn't really that much room in here anyway," I told him.
"I guess I understand. But you really suck!" he said, starting to climb down the ladder.
"Yes, I do…but only if I've known the guy for a long time!" I said. We both laughed and then he was gone, back in his own bed.
"Goodnight Marco."
"Goodnight Jesse."
Jesse
I need someone to sleep with me. I can't stand being alone at night. I know, I'm acting like a little baby, but I can't help it. Everyone's got their problems, including me.
"Hey Marco?" I called up. I heard a huge sigh from the bed above me before an answer.
"What Jesse?"
"Are you sure you won't let me sleep up there?"
"Yes I'm sure! Go to sleep, please!" he begged.
"Sorry," I mumbled. I rolled over and stared out the window. When am I ever going to get a roommate who understands?
Nate
Rex came in at 1 am. I can't believe those two. They spent this much time having sex? It must be great, but that great? Yes, I'm a virgin. Wonderful. No one knows either. Not even Thomas, my best friend since I was five.
It's so depressing to be the only gay guy in our group without a boyfriend. Seriously. Unless Jesse's new roommate turns out to be gay. I really hope he does. I need something (or someone) to get me through this last year.
Thomas
No drinking for me tonight. I swear, this is really starting to piss me off. Somehow, my beer was stolen from my bag that was in this compartment all night. Damn roommate probably took it. Who steals beer? That's just low.
New year, new roommate. Happens to me all the time. This one is different than any I've ever had though. He looks tough, but he also looks gay. Haven't seen too many of those around. He's got long, brown hair that goes down to the top of his ears, and brown eyes. Okay, I'm not checking him out, I'm just being observant. I'm the straight one here.
"You gay?" I asked the guy, staring him down. I was sitting in the chair opposite his bed.
"What? No! Of course I'm not gay. Why, are you? Cause if you are, you better not make any moves on me," he said.
"Trust me, even if I was gay, which I'm not, I wouldn't make any moves on you," I laughed. "But you better not have any problems with anyone being gay, especially not my friends or you've got another thing coming," I warned him.
"Like I'd be afraid of you," he said, laughing right back. "Trust me, I don't care what people choose to do in the bedroom, I'm just not gonna be a part of it," he said.
"What's your name kid?" I asked.
"First of all, don't call me 'kid.' And second, it's Lindsey." I snorted. I couldn't help it.
"Lindsey?" I asked. "You sure you're not gay?"
"Say it again tough guy. Maybe I'll just have to shut you up. No one makes fun of my name," he said, standing.
"Chill out dude. The name's Thomas, not 'tough guy.'" I rolled my eyes and pulled my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. "You want one?" I asked Lindsey as he sat back down.
"No, I don't smoke. And I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't…" I ignored him, lighting it before he could finish his sentence.
"I don't take orders from anyone," I said, blowing the smoke into the air around me. "Especially not some guy named Lindsey."
Lindsey
This guy's a real asshole. I'm getting sick of him fast. Gotta thank my parents for this one. They decide to send me to this place for my last year of high school? I stood up and lunged at Thomas.
"Say it again!" I yelled, punching him. He laughed in my face.
"Dude you hit like a girl! No wonder your parents named you Lindsey." He shoved me off of him. I think I've met my match.
"You are such an asshole," I said, making a face.
"Thanks," he smirked.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Without either of us saying a word, some kid popped his head in.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Don't talk to him like that. And get out," Thomas said suddenly.
"I'm not leaving, this is my compartment too you know," I told him.
"Thomas, I really need to talk to you," the kid said.
"No problem Nate. Get out now," Thomas growled at me.
"Fine, but I'm coming back in twenty minutes so make it quick."
"Don't even try to tell me what to do," he said. I made yet another face at him and left, hearing the click of the lock as soon as I was out the door. Great.
Thomas
"I did it tonight Thomas," Nate blurted out as soon as Lindsay was gone.
"What? Why?" I groaned. I don't really need this.
"I was just feeling so overwhelmed and depressed and…I don't know…" he said, starting to cry.
"Where is it now?" I asked him.
"I dumped it. All of it. I'm done, really," he said.
He was probably lying. But what could I really do about that? If I accused him, and he was telling the truth, he'd just get pissed at me. And if I told him I knew he was lying and he was, then he'd just start yelling and probably go do it again. I've known this kid for thirteen years and I still don't know how to fix him.
"Do you want to stay here tonight? I can kick Lindsey out of his bed…make him sleep on the floor or something," I offered.
"No, that's okay. Rex is back anyway. I just needed to tell you. I better get to bed now. Goodnight Thomas," he said, opening the door.
"Night Nate. Hey, don't do it again, promise?" I asked before he left.
"I promise." He closed the door and was gone. I locked it behind him and got up. Time to find that beer.
Rex
"Where've you been?" I asked Nate when he came back in around 2.
"Talking to Thomas," he said.
"Oh. Well, I just thought I'd wait for you before I left."
"Where are you going?" he asked me.
"Jesse called for round two," I grinned.
"Yeah, whatever…have fun," he said, waving me off.
Nate
As soon as Rex was gone, I knelt down next to my bed and grabbed my bag from under it. There it was, stuck inside one of my socks. Of course I didn't dump it. That would be a waste.
I only need one more. Maybe two. It'll help me sleep. That's all.
Thomas
That little thief. I found my beer in his bag. What a joke. He can't get his own shit? I opened a bottle and sat down on the bottom bunk. Taking a big gulp, I turned the TV on. Yeah, there's a TV in here.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I ignored it.
Then there was another one.
And another.
"Come on Thomas this is my room too! Let me in!" Lindsey yelled.
I looked at the clock. 2:43 am. He won't get much sleep tonight.
"THOMAS!"
"Sorry kiddo!" I yelled. "I'm already asleep. I can't seem to hear you knocking! Sleep tight!"
A/N: Okay, just to let you guys know, Thomas is modeled after Thomas Pendleton from Inked, the tattoo show on A&E. If you've seen it, you'll know who I'm talking about. He's not supposed to be the same person, just look like him a little because he's so hot. And Lindsay is modeled after Christian Kane who plays Lindsey on "Angel" one of my favorite shows. He's supposed to look like Lindsey does on the show. Now Christian Kane is on "Close To Home," another show that I watch. And, Jesse is modeled after Jesse from that same show Inked. Anyway, if you want to know exactly like what either guy is supposed to look like, then just look them up on google or something. Oh and I also want to say that no matter what I have the characters say, that doesn't mean it's the way I think too. I love gay people and I also love the name Lindsey for a guy lol. Okay, enough of my ranting…review!
