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BUUUUURNED!
Johnny and myself rip apart, and stand immediately to see a quickly escaping Robert and Enrique, exiting in opposite directions. It wouldn't surprise me if they'd been spying the whole time.
Before heading for the door to chase after Enrique I glance back at Johnny who's staring at where Robert had been standing. His expression pained and confused, I want to console him but my legs take over and chase head for the door before I get the chance. I don't see what Johnny does, as he stays behind.
What the hell have I just done? I've just betrayed the most important person in my life, all thanks to one laps in judgement and stupid fucking revenge! I'm one of those people who never makes mistakes :silence: …ok so I sumtimes make mistakes….:silence: ok….so most of my life is one big mistake…. But Enrique certainly wasn't one of those mistakes…. And out of all of them, this is the worst:mental slap: BAD OLIVER! Never do that again!
I finally find Enrique out at the pool, he's faster than me, a lot faster than me, even with his severe lack of fitness. He's sitting down quietly and doesn't even look up when I sit next to him. I don't know what to do. I briefly think about how this was just a ploy to annoy Johnny and it was Enrique's idea…sooo….err….wait I won't mention it, coz that will just piss him off even more.
"Why did you kiss him Oliver?" He whispers, its only just audible.
"Well you did tell me not to give in, it was just a game remember"…well not really a game…but I can't be bothered justifying myself.
"But I didn't expect you to actually do it….. I mean I saw it, that was more than just mucking around Oliver….even Robert Mr. Cold-as-fucking-ice noticed it!" He takes a deep breath. "Do you like Johnny, Oliver" He asks still not looking up at me. I can't bring myself to lie, so I tell him the honest truth.
"I don't know" I reply just as quietly as he was speaking. I feel sick to my gut when I feel him sob.
"I guess it was my fault, I was the one that came up with the idea and told you not to hold back" Well yeah…but…I don't know what to do….wow that's new…joke….so not the time for jokes!….should I apologise, comfort him, does he want me to?
My questions are answered for me, however, when he stands up slowly and walks away.
…Enrique…..
He's gone, he's nowhere in the house or the yard. Luckily though, he hasn't packed up all his stuff and decided to leave me. Unless he was so angry and disgusted that he left me without taking his stuff.
I certainly hope not.
I'm in the kitchen now, cooking Florentine omelette's. A few years ago I used to make these whenever I was nervous or depressed. And now I'm doing it once again, this can't be a good thing, next thing you know I'll be seeing a psychiatrist….. oh wait, I am seeing one…..hmmm….ok back to cooking…
3 eggs, 1 cup of self raising, a pinch of paprika…..paprika…..we have no paprika :runs around in circles hysterically: I can't make my omelette's without paprika, and I can ease my pain if I can't cook my omelette's…..and I can't cook my omelette's without paprika…..and….wait, wait….stop, stop. This is really isn't helping!
I need another pain reliever. I would go and look for Enrique, but I have no idea where he has gone, and from the way he looked, I think that he wants to be alone. So I decide on laying down on the couch to contemplate my current position.
My thoughts get no-where when another presence enters the room, glancing around to see who, I noticed it is Johnny. He's alone, and looks as miserable as I feel.
He sits next to on the couch.
"Where's Enrique?" He asks nicely.
"I don't know, he just left? Robert?" I reply. He looks down.
"Same. Said I had sum shit to figure out" Robert said that…a little un-Robert-like…. "But not in those exact words" Hmmm just as I suspected.
"So what do we do?" I ask. He shrugs heavily.
"You think I know, I came here to ask you!" I groan angrily.
"Why in the heck would I know! I mean, I'm one of the most clueless people I know! I probably ruined the best thing in my life because, because of my search for revenge!" Johnny turns to look at me, with a slightly quirked eyebrow.
"It was ALL revenge was it?" He asks, and he doesn't ask it sarcastically or cockily, he simply asks.
"I don't know!" I breathe heavily.
"Yeah, neither do I ….. I thought I hated you!"
"So did I!" There's a long, and I must admit, awkward silence between us. Johnny looks around slyly, just a small portion of the old Johnny, evil.
"They'll be back….oh they're be back!" I feel the urge to laugh. Lighten the intensity of the moment. So I do, I laugh lightly….. ok, I laugh hysterically, so hysterically that I think I almost lose my lunch.
Yes, yes I have lost my mind, one of the worst things that could have happened to me, has just happened, and I'm laughing at something that wasn't even a joke, just for the sake of laughing. And now Johnny's even laughing, laughing as hard as I am. It must be the total and utter insanity of the whole situation. :laughs harder:
:sighs:
I need Enrique!
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Cassie