I barely spoke to anyone today. I'm dressed as a sexy clown smoking a cigarette outside the club. The bass of the music made my head vibrate.
Every once in a while, David or Pete would come talk to me. I would see Bob out the corner of my eye here and there. But, we don't say anything. It's just awkward silence.
"Are you mad at me?" I finally turn to look at Bob.
"No." Bob quickly answers, "Of course not. It was a rough day yesterday, it just... Happened. It's not your fault. How can I be mad at you?" Bob says.
"Well, I really fucked up. I... I don't know why I kissed you. I guess I was just vulnerable and upset. I'm sorry." I apologize once again.
"Don't be." Bob smiles.
"Hey fellas, I'm gonna steal Gee for a second." An all too familiar voice says.
"Uh... Gerard, do you want to... Go with him?" Bob adks.
"Yeah. I'll talk to him." I squish out my cigarette and follow Frank to his car.
We didn't drive off, Frank just wants a more private place to talk.
I'm a lot calmer than I was last night. I'll listen to Frank, unless he says something stupid.
"Describe to me what happened last night." Frank says.
"I went to the dressing room. Bo was bragging about how you guys had sex, I was hurt. Really hurt. Especially when Bob came into the dressing room and said you were here... He... God, Bo said that you were here for him. I just wanted to snap off his dick." I sigh and rub my eyes, "I left after we had that argument. Bob drove me home. I... Fuck. I kissed Bob."
Frank's face turned bright red, "What?"
"I was vulnerable. I-I just kissed him. He stopped me though, he snapped me out of whatever trance I was in. I regretted it immidatly. Bob doesn't take the kiss seriously, he knows that I was in a dark place. I don't feel any emotions towards Bob." I explain to the man in front of me.
"Ok." Frank says.
"Ok? What do you mean ok? If anything, what I did was not okay!" I huff.
"I believe you. I don't think you actually have feelings towards Bob." Frank states.
"Okay... Now, tell me the truth... Did you fuck Bo?" I question. My foot rapidily tapped the floor mat in the car.
"No. I didn't." Frank says. His eyes are looking right at mine.
"How can I trust you?" I ask.
Frank hummed, he smiled when an idea came to his head. "I have security cameras. I can show you exactly what I did that night." Frank states.
"Alright, start the car bucko." I state.
AN
-GROOVYLADY
