I'm soooo sorry for my hiatus. I've been busy and been barely able to touch my laptop. So yaaay chapter three! Still looking for editors and beta readers guys so any takers can just comment.
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Chapter Three
Jarred
"Honey, you guys aren't even together yet," rationed Eddy. After the whole Rhailey thing, I had to call one of my closest guy friends. Edward was like the stereotypical ghetto, Dominican gay. You know, the guy with the really, well, stereotypical gay voice that has a tendency to speak Spanglish, really good with Spanish and has a noticeable Dominican accent, and almost always say phrases that usually start as "Aye Dios_________"? Yeah, that was Eddy. Despite him being a living breathing stereotype, he gives the best advice when it comes to life aside from my mother.
"I know we aren't together, but...I dunno...I just-"
"...Feel like you ended a relationship before it even started? Yea I know the feeling hon. Just explain to him when you see him today. Take a chill pill, erase that slut from your mind, and then fill it with pictures of rainbows and gay cherubs and tamales and all that other bullshit." I laughed, already feeling better.
"You know what, Eduardo, usted es brillante y sólo aterrado increíble. ¿Cómo podía vivir sin su sabio consejo?"
"You can't live witho-" There was a cry in the background, cutting Eddy off. ""Aye Dios! Estos fucking niños nunca dejen de luchar. Hey, apagar el infierno! " I'll talk to you later Jar, I gotta tend to Alejandro's little monsters. I swear the shit I do for dick...'
"And that's when I hang up on you, honey. Later Eddy," I said with a laugh.
"Adiós crazy."
I hung up with Eddy. I felt better, but I just couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that if December wasn't an understanding person, I would never be able to really be with him. I couldn't help but agree with December -- I'm not sure if I'm the person that can give him everything he wants.
My minds getting way too cluttered and I'll have to bug Eddy again at this point. With a sigh, I pulled the chopstick out of my hair and let it tumble down my back as went to the bathroom.
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December
I made a growling moan sound when my phone's alarm woke me up at 12:30. I was tempted to go back to sleep until I remembered that I had plans with Jarred. I rolled out of bed and stumble-walked to my kitchen. Once, my coffee maker started gurgling and bubbling, filling the apartment with the delicious aroma of hazelnut and vanilla, I got to making a light breakfast of a toasted bagel with cream cheese and grape jelly.
Taking my coffee and bagel with me, I walked to my art room. I'm an ambidextrous, so I switched up hands as I make quick, mindless sketches with my Copic Pens, drank my coffee, and ate. I ended up sketching Jarred with little hearts, flowers, swirls, and clouds around him. I checked the time and decided to redraw the sketch but neater and color it in.
**
"FUCK!" I exclaimed, looking at the time. It was 2:00 by time I finished the drawing. I got so caught up in trying to make it perfect that I forgot all about my time restraints. I ran to the shower, tripping and face-planting into the floor. "God damnit!"
I took the fastest shower I've ever taken and I cleaned and changed all my piercings even faster. I dried myself and put on cocoa butter to make my naturally soft skin softer. I ran to my bedroom and threw on some pink and lime green boxers with some low slung skinnies and a pink and black belt with bullets on it. I ran back to my bathroom and pulled a comb through my hair and put it in a high ponytail as I put on some liquid eyeliner. I ran back to my bedroom and put on my hot pink converses and a pink and black Nicki Minaj tee as I spritzed on some cologne. I found my skull wallet chain, clipped it to my jeans and wallet and slipped my wallet into my back pocket along with my phone, my studded cigarette case and a lighter. It was 2:45 by now. I touched up my black nail polish and put some nail enamel dryer on them. As a last minute resort, I grabbed the picture of Jarred, folded it up and slipped it in my pocket as I ran downstairs.
I was nervous and ended lighting and puffing on a smoke. Just as I took my second puff, Doris came out side and smirked as she said, "Nervous?" I nodded.
"Just chillax - it's only a date and he's probably just as nervous as you." Could Jarred be just as nervous as me?
**
Jarred
I hope I looked good enough for December. My hair was in its natural wavy state and I left it loose. I put on a long sleeve American Eagle shirt with a pair of tattered, faded jeans and some Union Jack Chuck Taylors. I changed my little gauges to ones with Gir from Invader Zim on them. As I got closer to December's apartment, I got more and more nervous. Maybe I should have taken my anxiety pills.
By the time that I reached the corner of December's building, I was having a full on panic attack. I was queasy. I pulled a clove cigarette from my back pocket and lit it. I took a long, deep drag. I breathed in until my lungs burned for air and then I let out a giant puff. I knew these things were illegal, but they calmed me. I had boxes full of the clove-filled delights hidden in my apartment that my cousins smuggled in for me. With the sweet, heady scent of cloves swirling around me, I could think more clearly.
December and I are not in a relationship...yet.
Just tell him what happened and hope for the best.
I chanted Eddie's words like a mantra as I walked to the front of December's. All my nervousness disappeared as I saw an incredibly hot, pink and black December leaning on the wall of his building talking animatedly to an androgynous lady.
"Whelp seems like my date's here, Dorito," I heard December say.
"Oh, thaaat's Jarred. I approve of him so far." I blushed as "Dorito" looked me up and down slowly.
"Oh god, you're married!" December yelled, giggling. "Un momento," December said, holding up one finger at me.
