Drabbles – April 21, 2010
Twilight is not mine, I'm just playing.
A/N- Hi everyone, this is an idea that popped into my head. I want to start writing small drabbles every day. They may not be long or complex but hopefully they will help me become a better writer. Where do you fit in? Why I'm glad you asked. I would like you all to provide me with a word. Just one word. I will randomly select a reviewer and use their word in the next day's drabble. So don't leave me hanging.
This is unbeta'd work.
This word comes from Chartwilightmom. Below deals with homosexuality, if that offends, please don't read.
pe·nis
1-the male organ of copulation and, in mammals, of urinary excretion
EMPOV
I, Emmett McCarty had a home. It was nice and cozy. Some people might have thought it was a bit small but to be honest, I was terrified to leave it.
My home is metaphorical. I live in the closet. I am a homosexual. I am a homosexual that sleeps with women, lots of them.
See, I'm terrified of anyone finding out so I put on my carefully built façade and whore myself out. I feel horrible about it. I feel awful for the women that I cheat out of a real chance with someone else at the bar. Don't get me wrong, they always leave happy but they'll will never have me.
I am in love with a gay man. You think that would make it easy for me to come out of the closet, but it's not. He is even single. Felix. That is his name and he is everything I've ever wanted. Tall, dark, muscular and funny.
I was introduced to him by my friends Alice and Jane. They had met him when they thought it would be fun to go to a gay club. They had wanted me to come with them. There was nothing in the world I wanted to do more than to go with them but I didn't know how to maintain my cover and be there.
They had come back raving about it being the time of their lives and how they had met this great guy named Felix. I sulked for three days after that but then they took me out for lunch and I met him.
He walked in and sat down at the table. Giving each of the girls a kiss and me a polite nod.
"Hey man," I said and cringed at the term. He cocked a carefully manicured eyebrow and me but then smiled.
"Hey yourself," he replied.
Jane's giggling caused me to break my gaze with him for a moment and when I looked back he was focused back on the girls.
"Emmett, did you know that Felix runs his own company?" Jane asked smiling. How on earth would I know that? I just met the guy.
Conversation rallied back and forth so quickly I had a hard time squeezing a word in. But I learned everything I needed to know about Felix to know that he was my type of guy.
The girls were gabbing away together and Felix leaned towards me.
"Penis' or vagina's?"he asked.
"Excuse me?" I asked, thinking for sure I had heard him wrong.
"Do you like dangly bits or innies?" he replied.
It was my moment of truth. He was obviously interested by the way he was leaning into my. I took a quick look at the girls and they had stopped talking and were staring at us.
"Chicks," I said, "I like chicks."
Because I'm a damn chicken!!
"Too bad," he said sitting back and respecting my answer. Stupid answer.
So you see why I am stuck in the closet. Each day I tell myself that it is the day to come out and tell Felix how I feel and each day I fail to follow through.
Perhaps tomorrow.