Pretty Boy

Chapter XX: Recently Departed

Ollie awoke, drenched in sweat and what he could only think to be alcohol. His head pulsed with a pounding headache. He could barely open his eyes. He was next to the man that shall not be named. He grunted as he turned over. Ollie sat up, he was in the bathtub. The mystery man was fully nude and unafraid. Ollie stared at him for a few seconds before pulling back the shower curtain. A man unzipped his pants and began urinating in the toilet right in front of him. Ollie sighed and held his head. He was too hung over for this. "Sorry-" Ollie said as he stood up. He was thankful he had his underwear on. Ollie grabbed his clothes off of the cold tile ground and made his way out of the bathroom. The morning light cascaded through the blinds and onto the framed pictures that lined the hall in perfect order. The house didn't look as it did when they arrived. To him the house was a portal to the unfathomable lives of fallen teens. But now it was still, calm, and collective. The walls weren't pounding, the room wasn't spinning, there was no claustrophobia. He made his way down the hall to the top of the stairs. The stairs were littered with red solo cups and left behind articles of the partygoers that left just 4 hours ago. He came to the bottom of the stairs and began to dress. He put his crop top on backwards, but at least he wasn't naked. He made his way towards the door when suddenly a soft voice called for him from the living room.
"Ollie-"
He turned around to see who it was. Scarlett stood before him, her hair messed up, her makeup ruined. "What- I thought..." Ollie started. He was stunned. "What was I supposed to do?" Scarlett asked as she started towards him. "But- your mom..."
"Come on-" She said as she opened the door. She didn't make eye contact, just simply opened the door and exited to the porch, Ollie followed. They didn't say a word. They didn't want to.
Scarlett ordered them an Uber, yet still they kept all their anger inside. The Uber driver dropped them off at the park where they would go their separate ways. Ollie started towards the bridge, Scarlett started towards her neighborhood. It was like they had taken a vow of silence for the recently departed.
Ollie's nerves quivered at the thought of what was going to happen to him when he got home. The best case would be for his mother to be asleep and his father to be non existent like it always was. He crept to his bedroom window. He attempted to push the window open, it was locked. He forgot he had locked the window the night before last. "Shit-" He said under his breath. There were 2 entrances to his house. The back door which was a screen door that led to the kitchen, and the front door that led to the living room. His best bet was the back door, it was never locked and it would be easier to sneak past his mother that way. He made his way to the back door, he opened the door as quietly as possible. He turned around to latch it shut. Suddenly the light in the kitchen turned on. "Where the hell were you?!" His mother shouted. Ollie gasped and turned around to face her. She wore her pajamas, the fluorescent kitchen lights didn't give her face justice. Each wrinkle defining her face. "Why aren't you in bed?" Ollie asked. "I was just about to ask you the same thing-" She started. "Look- mom I'm really tired- I just need to go to bed." He said as he started towards her. He rubbed his eyes. It was true, he was tired and had a massive hangover. "You tell me right now what you've been up to," She demanded. "Are you doing drugs?" She asked worriedly. "No- I'm- I'm not doing drugs- I spent the night at Scarlett's house," He lied. It was becoming a habit. "Did you go shopping with Scarlett like you told me you were going to?" He looked down at his feet. It was strange. He could stare right in her eyes and lie, but he couldn't bear to look into them and tell the truth. "No- we got side tracked," He said meekley. Side tracked was an understatement. "Ollie- I just wanna know what is going on with you..." She said, the emotions were turning in her stomach. "Nothing mom- I'm just tired that's all," He touched her shoulder with reassurance and walked away. He stopped in his place. "Why don't you and me go shopping?" He asked. "What?" She questioned strangely, it was the first she had ever heard him propose such a thing. "Why don't we go shopping, just you and me?" He turned his head to where his chin greeted his shoulder. "Well... I guess," She said as she walked over to the counter and began making coffee. She didn't acknowledge him as he silently and slowly walked down the hall. He felt like shit run over twice. He looked like shit run over twice. Now that he thought of it... He was shit run over twice.
He took a shower. The first morning shower he had had in a while. It felt good to feel the water gliding down his skin. He didn't have to worry about scrubbing vigorously to get the mascara off of his eye. He couldn't remember the past 3 days all that well. It was a blur when he tried to remember it; it was like a collage of images on a reel that faded to black. He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a warm towel around himself. Out of the corner of his eye a blue wrapper could be seen near his pants. He kneeled down and picked it up, it was the condom he had stolen from the other Peter, the asshole Peter. He hadn't used it, he couldn't remember what he had done. He didn't think he had actually needed to use it the night before, but who's to say?

He kept his singular condom in his sacred hiding place where he hid all of his cosmetics in his room under his bed. His parents didn't inspect that much so it wasn't a problem. He wrote a note to himself in his mind to not forget where he had stashed it, for a different date, a different time, another future.