All Our Little Secrets {Completed/Being Edited}

Chapter 6: Randy

RANDY POV:

Taking a swig of my beer I held it restlessly in my Right hand with my free hand rubbed my stubbly chin. I haven't shaved it in days.

Where was Stan? Shouldn't he be home by now? I gritted my teeth. Thinking of him being gay. The last thing I said to him pumped into my head. YOU FUCKING FAG!

I clenched the beer can tightly in my right hand tossing it over to my left hand. I lazily picked up the remote and turned it on. Something to be my mind off things.

Flipping the channels I finally found the five o clock news and watched.

"Well Gretchen in light hearted news. I one year old child saved from a burning building...."

I let myself drone off and my eyes blurred out. I kept watching the door expecting for any moment for Stan to come barging in the door.

But he didn't. He was probably still on that field trip of his. Where what it to? Oh yeah Denver National Art museum. BORING! I tuned back in and watch the news.

"Dan in recent news today a school bus from South Park High missing today. Scientists propose the icy mountain roads from the weather conditions made it inpossible to drive. The bus must of slipped off the road into the cannon, we are still not sure where but Rescue helicopters are working to find the bus. Unfortunately we do not know hope many fatalities there are. More about this after the break"

The beer's wet grasp prickled my skin. I didn't move. The beer can slipped from my grip and dripped onto the carpet. A yellow brown puddle formed.

I didn't move I stared off at the TV at the Cialis commercial. My eyes grew wet and tears slipped down my cheeks.

The last words I said you him blared threw my head like a like a huge speaker.

You.
Fucking.
Fag.

I finally screamed at the top of my lungs "STAN!"