"Give me the straightener, Dan!" I yelled as I ran around the sofa, chasing the brunette.
"No! I need to use it!" He shouted back.
"But, I need to see my mum today!" I blurted out. He was unaware of my plans. He stopped and put the straightener on the table. He slowly started to walk away, but was surprised when I grabbed his waist and pulled him back down into my lap on the couch. I spun him around.
"What is this?" The sexy, taller boy asked me. I kissed his pink lips.
"This is us." I said. I felt like Edgar Allan Poe, that was so poetical!
We continued to make out, until it was about time for me to meet my mum. Crap!
I got up, realizing I had no more time to straiten my hair, and left after I dressed my self presentably.
"Philip!" My mum exclaimed as we hugged. I sat at the table.
"So, how is your boyfriend?" She questioned me. The fact was, I didn't have a boyfriend. Just my little toy, Dan. I know that makes me sound like a prostitute, but we weren't dating, we just kind of, fooled around.
"Mum! I don't have one!" I said in a low key across the table to her.
"Then, how's your little friend you make videos with. Your flatmate. Um, ah! Daniel!" She finally figured out his name.
"Me and Dan are just friends."
"Sure you are. So are me and your father." My mother sat back in her chair, squinted her eyes, and cracked a half smile. I sighed, giving in.
"I've kissed him maybe once or twice."
"Before you came."
"What?" I tried to act cool. But when could I ever do that?
"Your hair is not straitened."
"Fine, yes we were 'making out' before I came, but it's not a big deal."
"I knew you were gay!" My mother shouted. She had no problem that I was gay. She had always suspected it, but this was the first time I had ever admitted it to anyone. Not even Dan. I mean, he obviously knows, but I never really told him.
"Mum." I whined.
"Okay, I'll stop."
After a while, she had to leave for her train, so we parted ways. When I returned tot he fault, I could not believe my eyes when I steeped into the bath.
I found Dan, lifeless, on the floor, bleeding, with a razor blade in his hand.
"Dan, no!" I knew there was nothing I, or any medical personal could do now. He obviously did it once I left. Two hours ago.
I just sat there. Watching him loose the last of his blood. And that was it. He was gone.
