My Dynamite (frerard/funpoison)

Chapter 12

Four days without Party staying over.

I want them back.

I went to the Diner on two of the four days. Today, on the 5th day, I couldn't go again. I need to clean up my room. It's an absolute mess.

But my concentration is off. I can't do anything properly, my mind won't let go of Poison. Which I've gotten used to over the past years, but it's currently worse than ever.

I should pull myself together. They don't like me like that- it should be obvious. There's no way for that other than in my fantasies. But I still think about kissing them, about cuddling up on the couch next to them. About holding them close and letting them relax, keeping them safe.

For fuck's sake. I've fallen for them hard, haven't I?

I have.

Shit.

Oh well, guess I should get ready for future heartbreak!! Fun!!

I shove a bunch of clothes from my floor back into the closet, still trying so hard to not think about this whole thing. This isn't vibing with me.

Thankfully I'm saved from my misery by my phone ringing. I sigh and walk over to grab it, not really in a mood to talk but grateful for the distraction.

All of my negative emotions go away the second i see the caller ID.

Poison.

I pick up and put the call on speaker. "Hey Party!"

"Hey Ghoulie, how's your day going?" their cheerful voice immediately makes me feel better.

"Eh, not that interesting. Trying to clean my room." They don't need to worry about my gay thoughts.

"Oh, understandable. I wish you luck. Any plans for later?"

"As far as I remember, no. Why?"

"Hmm.. okay. You free at seven, then?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, perfect. Meet us in front of the Diner, then. There's something we have to tell you."

Oh? Interesting. " 'kay. I'll see you then."

"Bet. Bye then, love you." Oh my fucking-

"Love you too." How did I say that without my voice cracking is a very good question. If you find the answer tell me.

They hang up and I'm not quite sure what to make of this.

Go over there by seven.

Hm.

Okay.

Right now it's 4pm, meaning I have three hours until I have to leave.

I can finish cleaning my room, get something to eat, then get ready and go.

Or I can lay on the bed and overthink this whole thing.

Overthinking sounds fun.

I throw myself on the bed and stare up at the ceiling, questioning everything.

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Fuck, it's already 6:30?

I jump up and look through the clothes I have on the floor. I end up with a plain black t-shirt, jeans that I should've thrown away months ago (they're barely in one piece at this point) and my motorcycle gloves.

I know I should technically be able to make it, but traffic isn't too good today. So.

I grab my helmet and the nearest jacket laying on the couch before rushing out.