When You Can't Sleep at Night
14
I sighed angrily and looked at Jaime, "I told you we'd be homeless..."
He rolled his eyes before saying, "Tony, we're not homeless. We'll stay in a hotel tonight and look for apartments tomorrow. No big deal."
I walked out of the living room and into my bedroom. I went over to my closet and pulled out the duffle bags that were on the top shelf. I pulled out sweatshirts and flannels from the closet before moving onto the dresser. I emptied each drawer, t-shirts, jeans, sweats, boxers, socks etc.
When I reached the bottom of my underwear drawer, I found a little tin. When I opened it, I saw a bunch of things I had saved from high school. An old guitar pick, a couple of pictures from senior year and some other random things. I smiled, about to close the tin, but something caught my eye. Upon closer inspection, I found that it was my original blade, it was small and thin. I ran it acrossed my thumb, it was sharper than I thought it would be. I smirked and put it back in tin. I threw the tin in my bag.
I dug my guitar cases out from under the bed, one for my acoustic, and one for my electric. I packed up all of the necessaries for the two guitars before placing them safely in the cases.
I moved to the bathroom and grabbed my shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush and hair products. I unplugged my straightener and packed all of the stuff away. I dug through on of the drawers until I found my stash of blades and razors. I placed them in a brown bag and put them at the bottom of one of the bags.
I walked back to my room to survey my handy work. Most of the things on my wall could be easily replaced. But I did take the signed Pantera shirt off of the wall and place it in my bag. I remember finding this shirt in a box of things my uncle was going to throw away. I wasn't a huge fan at the time, but I knew enough about them to know not to trash it, so I kept it.
There was a knock on the door, "Brandon said that if we're not out in 5 minutes he's going to beat us up," Jaime said, there was no emotion in his voice, "You ready?"
I grabbed my bags and opened the door, "Let's go," I said. Jaime had one big duffel bag and 2 guitar cases, similar to me.
We walked in silence down the hallway and straight out the door. Not looking back, and not saying goodbye. We jumped in Jaime's car and drove away.
"We could stay in the one hotel by the park and start looking at apartments tomorrow after practice," he suggested.
I nodded, remembering that we had rehearsal tomorrow. I mentally groaned, this means seeing Mike tomorrow... It's not like I don't want to see him, I really do. But, this whole being 'best friends' isn't really working out for me. Every time he touches me, my skin bursts into flames, every time he looks at me, I feel the air thicken. Every time he talks to me, I feel myself focusing more on his lips than on his words. I now remember why being friends with him was never an option in high school.
And on top of that, Jaime's been acting really weird. Ok, he's always weird, but this really takes the cake. Like he gets super dolled up for rehearsal. He's been dieting and working out, saying that he needs to look fab. He also tries way too hard to be funny at rehearsal, he's a funny dude don't get me wrong, but when he tries to be, it's just bad.
If I didn't know better, I'd say he has a crush on either Vic or Mike. Jaime's always seemed pretty straight to me, he's had his fair share of girlfriends since I met him. But I guess he could be bi... I don't know... But if it's true, it better be Vic he has a crush on, because if he touches Mike, I'll rip his balls off.
"Tony?" Jaime asked, breaking me away from my thoughts, "We're here. Are you ok man? You seem to be spacing out a lot lately?"
"I'm fine Hime-Time," I said, smiling at him, "Just been thinking alot lately."
"Really, what about?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Um... No- Nothing in particular," I stammered. I'll tell him what's going on eventually, but now isn't the right time.
He shrugged and got out of the car. I followed his lead and got all of my shit out, I don't trust this side of town enough to leave anything in here.
He rolled his eyes before saying, "Tony, we're not homeless. We'll stay in a hotel tonight and look for apartments tomorrow. No big deal."
I walked out of the living room and into my bedroom. I went over to my closet and pulled out the duffle bags that were on the top shelf. I pulled out sweatshirts and flannels from the closet before moving onto the dresser. I emptied each drawer, t-shirts, jeans, sweats, boxers, socks etc.
When I reached the bottom of my underwear drawer, I found a little tin. When I opened it, I saw a bunch of things I had saved from high school. An old guitar pick, a couple of pictures from senior year and some other random things. I smiled, about to close the tin, but something caught my eye. Upon closer inspection, I found that it was my original blade, it was small and thin. I ran it acrossed my thumb, it was sharper than I thought it would be. I smirked and put it back in tin. I threw the tin in my bag.
I dug my guitar cases out from under the bed, one for my acoustic, and one for my electric. I packed up all of the necessaries for the two guitars before placing them safely in the cases.
I moved to the bathroom and grabbed my shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush and hair products. I unplugged my straightener and packed all of the stuff away. I dug through on of the drawers until I found my stash of blades and razors. I placed them in a brown bag and put them at the bottom of one of the bags.
I walked back to my room to survey my handy work. Most of the things on my wall could be easily replaced. But I did take the signed Pantera shirt off of the wall and place it in my bag. I remember finding this shirt in a box of things my uncle was going to throw away. I wasn't a huge fan at the time, but I knew enough about them to know not to trash it, so I kept it.
There was a knock on the door, "Brandon said that if we're not out in 5 minutes he's going to beat us up," Jaime said, there was no emotion in his voice, "You ready?"
I grabbed my bags and opened the door, "Let's go," I said. Jaime had one big duffel bag and 2 guitar cases, similar to me.
We walked in silence down the hallway and straight out the door. Not looking back, and not saying goodbye. We jumped in Jaime's car and drove away.
"We could stay in the one hotel by the park and start looking at apartments tomorrow after practice," he suggested.
I nodded, remembering that we had rehearsal tomorrow. I mentally groaned, this means seeing Mike tomorrow... It's not like I don't want to see him, I really do. But, this whole being 'best friends' isn't really working out for me. Every time he touches me, my skin bursts into flames, every time he looks at me, I feel the air thicken. Every time he talks to me, I feel myself focusing more on his lips than on his words. I now remember why being friends with him was never an option in high school.
And on top of that, Jaime's been acting really weird. Ok, he's always weird, but this really takes the cake. Like he gets super dolled up for rehearsal. He's been dieting and working out, saying that he needs to look fab. He also tries way too hard to be funny at rehearsal, he's a funny dude don't get me wrong, but when he tries to be, it's just bad.
If I didn't know better, I'd say he has a crush on either Vic or Mike. Jaime's always seemed pretty straight to me, he's had his fair share of girlfriends since I met him. But I guess he could be bi... I don't know... But if it's true, it better be Vic he has a crush on, because if he touches Mike, I'll rip his balls off.
"Tony?" Jaime asked, breaking me away from my thoughts, "We're here. Are you ok man? You seem to be spacing out a lot lately?"
"I'm fine Hime-Time," I said, smiling at him, "Just been thinking alot lately."
"Really, what about?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Um... No- Nothing in particular," I stammered. I'll tell him what's going on eventually, but now isn't the right time.
He shrugged and got out of the car. I followed his lead and got all of my shit out, I don't trust this side of town enough to leave anything in here.
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