Drama is coming your way...
FYI: I'M GOING TO SEE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST TODAY! I'M SO FLIPPING EXCITED I'VE BEEN WAITING SINCE THE FIRST TEASER CAME OUT!
chapter twenty-nine
Thirty minutes after I left Subway, I went to my car and drove to a bar close to the apartment to visit someone I haven't seen in a while. I drive to the bar by myself just to clear my head about everything. My brain needs to think of what it went through a half hour ago.
I walk towards the bar and push the door open, causing the bell on top of the door to ring. As I stepped inside the empty bar, I saw my favorite and only favorite Uncle Carmine behind the bar, cleaning dishes.
Uncle Carmine is the best uncle I've ever had. He was the jokester in the family and he knew how to make me happy when I was little. Not that he doesn't make me laugh anymore, he was just my favorite person to hang around with.
He has not changed a bit the last time I saw him; his brunette hair with slight gray hairs, still wears denim clothing, and has a muscular body. I mean what can I say, he has been to prison so he works out in that small prison cell.
I walk over to him as his back is facing me and stop at the bar. "Yo, Carmine."
He stops cleaning a glass and turns around, facing me for the first time in months. "Sammy!" He smiles excitedly bringing his arms out. "How are you, kid?"
"I'm uh... I'm doing alright." I paused, realizing that I didn't sound confident enough about my answer.
"You don't sound alright." He says concerned. He leans his elbows on the counter and stares at me trying to make me talk.
His eyes always give me the warning look of trying to make me confess to something. He's been doing that ever since I was a kid. One time, I accidentally broke a vase while Carmine was babysitting me and he knew I broke it, so he tried to make me confess. I didn't break at first, but his bitty scary eyes made me admit two minutes later and then I got in trouble with my parents.
They weren't happy...
Anyway, his 'devil' eyes always make me break and I can feel my mouth opening. "I'm just having problems, that's all," I said, sitting down on an empty stool.
"Stop talking in riddles, what kind of problems?" He arched an eyebrow. "Do I need to beat someone up?"
"No," I shook my head sighing. It's like Uncle Carmine and I are alike. "It's just my friend, Freddie. I'm thinking about him." I confessed.
"Now, we're getting somewhere." He muttered. "What about your friend? Did he do anything to you? Do I need to beat him up?"
"No, Uncle Carmine." I groaned.
He just wants to beat someone up...
"I don't know, something about Freddie is making me... feel things..." I mumbled. I look down at my hands on the counter and play with my fingers, trying not to look into Carmine's devil eyes.
"Make you feel things like what?"
"Ugh! I don't know, that's the problem." I snapped, waving my arms around.
"Sam, I can't help you unless you tell me what's the problem." He sighed. Maybe, I can tell him everything that's been going on. I don't have other friends besides Freddie and Gibby. Freddie is working plus the main problem, no way I'm telling Gibby, Melanie is away so I can't talk to her. Plus, my parents are always busy.
Uncle the Freaking Carmine is my last hope.
"Okay... Uncle Carmine, I'm going to tell you something very important and you got to promise me you won't tell mom and dad." I said solemnly looking deadly at his eyes.
He gets the hint that I'm being serious and nods his head sincerely. "Alright, what is it."
I took a deep breath and counted to three in my head before I started speaking.
One... two... three.
You know Freddie, correct?" I asked silently embarrassed already about this conversation.
"Yeah?"
"A few months ago... we made a pact about doing something and keeping it between us..." I started. He nods his head waiting for me to continue and I closed my eyes waiting for the big part to come out of my mouth.
"Freddie and I are having sex!"
The room is silent and I don't hear my uncle saying anything. I opened my left eyelid slowly and took a peek at Uncle Carmine who's looking at me with a vacant expression.
Ah, jeez.
"What happened to Jonah?"
I open my other eye aiming them at Carmine's direction. His question caught me off guard as I remember how this whole sex thing started. I haven't seen or heard from Jonah in a while and I don't know how I feel about that.
But I remembered my uncle's question and tried to get the courage for me to answer it.
"Well... he and I broke up." I started, looking down at the wooden counter. "He... cheated on me while we were dating."
"That fucker cheated on you?!" Uncle Carmine exclaimed.
I snap my head up at him and saw rage flashed into his eyes. Lord, that look can kill people...
I nodded my head and saw him ball his fists making his knuckles turn white. "That little twerp cheated on my niece and he's still walking?"
"Uncle Carmine, please. I don't want to think about him right now..." I muttered.
"But why? I want to punch his face and make him bleed until he's unconscious!" He yelled.
"That's the thing, though. I'm not worried about him anymore because of what I'm doing with Freddie." I countered, resting my hand on his arm to cool him down.
It took him a few minutes for him to breathe in and breathe out to make his anger vanish. He nodded his head and exhaled deeply before looking at my eyes again. "Okay, I'm calm."
"But why in the hell are you having sex with your best friend? What is this No Strings Attached?" He asked confusingly.
I shook my head remembering me asking Freddie about that before we started our friends with benefits thing. "I know it sounds crazy, but I don't know. One night we were watching a movie and I was upset for weeks because of Jonah, and then Freddie and I were talking about me being free and try to find a guy to go out with. So then I said something like 'no and then that guy would hurt me' and then he said I could do a one night stand and I said 'Hell no!'. And then I said I don't want any diseases which made him think of another plan and then he recommends him having sex with me." I said in one breath and exhaled deeply after ranting.
Carmine looks at me with an eye twitching which is making me nervous. "He... forced you?" He hissed.
"No!" I groaned. "I thought the plan was crazy at first but then I thought about how doing it with Freddie would be comfortable for me, so we did it." I explained.
He nodded his head with the same eye twitching. After a few seconds, he made his eye stop twitching and curled his fingers together on the counter. "So... these feelings you're having with... Freddie." He said twitchy while pretending he had a baby barf. "What exactly are you feeling?"
"Freddie's eyes seem to have a sparkle every time he looks at me, and it makes me feel... safe and important. Also, it's like his eyes are trying to tell me something and I don't know what. Sometimes my heart would pace like a marathon, and I would feel my face flushed when I look at him. Plus," I chuckled. "Sex... every time we have sex I start to feel myself going crazy when he touches me. And!" I fly my hands around. "One night I was thinking about him in bed and I started masturbating just THINKING about him and then I got confused all over again!" I exclaimed, pushing my bang away from my face.
I look at Uncle Carmine and saw his eyes closed from my second rant as he buries his head on the palm of his hands. "Sam... where did my little niece go?" He said sadly.
I scrunched my eyebrows confused at his statement. "What are you talking about? I'm right here."
"I mean where did my niece go who played with toy fire trucks at six years old?" He uncovers his hands from his face and stares at me with a pleading expression. "Now the little girl is talking about sex and masturbating!" He cringed, putting his fist over his lips like he's about to puke for real.
"Ooooh... sorry." I chuckled nervously. "I didn't think I would say that out loud. But in my defense, you asked the question so I just spilled out what I felt and you got it." I smiled innocently while he sighs deeply, dropping his hand on the wooden counter.
"Aw man..." he stooped his lips and leaned his elbows on the bar more, eyeing me. "Listen, hon. I know I'm a guy and I don't pay attention to women's issues," I rolled my eyes and stayed quiet for him to continue. "But from what you've told me about your friend and that drama class performance you did. I have a feeling you like the kid."
I waited for other words to come out of his mouth but he stayed quiet. "Of course I like him he's my friend." I shrugged.
"I mean... love him."
"Well, I love him too. We've been together since we were babies–"
"Sam! I mean you love the kid like he's the guy you want to spend the rest of your life with, the guy you don't want other girls to look at while walking by, the guy you want to marry in the future, and the guy you want to have possible babies with." He snapped.
I look at him astounded from what he said.
Love him... like that?
I shook my head laughing at the process. "That's impossible, Carmine." I stared at him while trying to catch my breath. "I can't love Freddie like that. That could ruin everything because we've been friends since we were in daycare and we're having friends with benefits now. I-It would be too awkward..." I trailed off, getting off of the stool, pacing back and forth in front of Carmine.
"Too awkward about what? Admitting you like the boy? Or afraid he doesn't like you back?"
I stopped my feet from moving and whipped my head back at the older man, dumbfound. "What? Freddie doesn't like me that way... he can't be." I murmured. "And when did you become Mr. Love Advice? Where did your tough stage go?" I asked with my arms out.
"It temporarily went away when my niece asked for my help." He replied gently.
I was appalled from his answer. I can't believe Uncle Carmine can be soft about something... I walked back to the stool and sat back down playing with my fingers again. "I... I don't know how he feels, Carmine. I'm not sure if he feels the same tenderness I've been feeling for a while." I said hesitatingly.
"Well, it can't hurt to ask Sam." He said shrugging his shoulders.
Maybe it can't hurt to ask... can't it? I can't believe I'm even thinking about considering this! I promised myself months ago that I wasn't going to date anyone for a while and the contract I made states that there shall not be any drama.
What... a... fucking... mess!
You don't want to miss next week.