It feels like I'm tearing my eyes open.
I have fuck no idea what time it is. I glance out my window and see that the sky is quite grey. I groan and pull my bed covers off me. I've fallen asleep in my jeans and shirt. Great.
I walk over to my window and pull the curtains apart slightly, I glance out to see it's been thickly snowing. Oh, incase you're wondering. No, the party didn't end the way you think it did, me and Evan didn't hook up and have sex. What actually happened was, when Evan kissed me-God, it was amazing. I'm trying my hardest not to say something corny like my heart fluttered, but it felt like it was literally doing back flips. It hardly lasted before Evan pulled me away. I looked at him with a confused expression.
"Omg, what actual fucking fags." I Heard a familiar voice say.
Uh, Eric Cartman.
He was standing with a group of people and they had all seen us.
"Fuck all of you." Said Evan, flipping them all of in his monotone voice. He didn't even seem phased.
"MOVE you douchebags." I heard the powerful voice of Henrietta as she had Georgie but the wrist and she pushed passed the group of people and briskly walked up to us.
"Okay guys, this party is bullshit, lets go." None of us were going to complain, the party was utter bullshit. we nodded and Henrietta began to walk over to her Mum's car, we followed behind. I stole a quick glance at Evan, he didn't look at me. Did he regret kissing me?
After that, we just sat silently in the car and made small talk. Henrietta dropped me off first. When I got home the first thing I did was smoke in my room, I don't even care if my parents are anal about smoking in the house. I then proceeded to drink some of my stashed away vodka. I really did not need to over think things right now.
I don't know what happened then, but I assumed I passed in my clothes, which was a really bad choice.
I groaned again.
I fucking hate mornings. I could suddenly hear faint music.
uh, where did I put my phone?
I followed the music and vibrations to a bunch of comic books. No, I m not some comic book reading conformist asshole. These are Cuthulu comics. My phone is laying under these particular comic books. I flick it open. I've had 3 missed calls from Henrietta. Ugh. I really could not be bothered to talk to anyone. Just then my phone vibrated. unknown number.
'Go to your window.'
Go to my window? What the hell is this?
This better not be some fucking prank.
I hastily walked over and picked some cd's off of the window ledge and dumped them on the floor. I took a hold of the black material and pulled them open. I didn't even blink before I saw the face of Stan Marsh.
The face of raven even.
What the hell?
"Douchebag, what the fuck are you doing in my window?"
He grinned. I was getting really fucking irritated. Why was Stan Darsh here. Before I could react he grabbed the collar of my shirt and crushed his lips to mine.
Stan's kiss was different than Evan's. He was less awkward, he had done this before. I could feel him smiling against my lips. I didn't like it. I pressed my hands to his chest and pushed him away. I was this close to pushing him out of the window.
"WHAT THE FUCK? You ass ramming conformist cuntface. What the hell was that for?" I wiped my mouth on my sleeve.
he grinned again. His black fringe fell into his eyes. I swear to God I saw Stan completely normal at the party yesterday. What was this? He was dressed the same as he did back when we were kids and his girlfriend dumped him.
"I like you."
"Um, no. You like Wendy. You're a normal conformist asshole like the rest of them."
Stan squinted.
"She dumped me again yesterday. None of my friends even cared, then I saw you and Evan...I miss being that way. I miss being one of you." His eyes stared into mine.
"well good for you. And that explains you kissing me how?"
"I always liked you. And now I know you're that way..."
"Too bad. I like Evan, incase you haven't noticed. So fuck the hell off." I attempted to push him out the window but unfortunately Marsh was stronger than me, fuck knows how. He came into my bedroom completely and grabbed my wrists, pushing me back onto the bed.
"Fucking let go of me!"
He smirked. Oh how I wanted to punch that fucking smirking face of his. He crawled over me and kissed me again. I tried kicking him but from the way he was sitting on me, I couldn't move. This cannot be happening. I heard the clinking sound of metal and the cold touch my skin. My eyes widened.
That fucking dick has handcuffed me to my own bed.
"Argh, You ASSHOLE."
"Now now, don't beg me like a conformist pussy."
I hated this. I felt his hand slide up my shirt. There was nothing I could do, he was right, I couldn't beg him. How un-Goth like would that be? I wanted Evan. I wanted /this/ to be Evan. I wanted it to be Evan's tall form looming over me, his husky voice in my ears. But all I could hear was Stan fucking Marsh enjoying himself far too much. I clenched my teeth together and pinched my eyes shut. Now he was fiddling with my jean's zipper. I groaned. He tugged my jeans down along with my boxers. I felt fucking humiliated. He grasped my erection and my hips involuntarily bucked up into his hands. Although my mind and dare I say it-heart did not want this, my body obviously did. I groaned as his stroked my dick. his hand pumped up and down. "A-ah. Jesus fucking Christ." I murmured.
"Like it?" Stan taunted.
"No. Get the fuck off of me, you disgust me you fucking douchebag."
He ignored me. He began to pump faster. All i could do was groan and wince.
Shit. I'm going to-
"..Dylan?"
Stan was off me in a heard beat. I was left handcuffed to my bed completely exposed to Evan.
Evan.
"Okay, before you wonder, this fucking douchebag HERE did this."
Evan looked at me, then to Stan, then back at me and shrugged. "Whatever."
"Whatever? Evan I thought you liked me." I could not sound more pathetic right now.
"Yeah...I thought you liked me too."
I didn't even get to answer because Evan swiftly exited my room. I glared daggers at Stan.
"You. fucking. Asshole."
Stan shrugged. "Don't worry about it. He would have been a lousy fuck anyway, you can have me now."
"Like I would ever fucking want you."
"You will." He stated. He tossed the handcuff keys onto my bed and disappeared off of my bed.
This is exactly why you do not fall inlove.
Your fucking simple life ends.
Now the person I love probably hates me and thinks I never really liked them, I have just been humiliated and violated by a conformist asshole and now, I'm half naked on my handcuffed to my own bed and I somehow have to unlock these handcuffs myself. Fuck my fucking life.