The Boy Who Smelled Like Cat Piss (boyxboy)

Chapter Five

        Currently I felt like shit, complete and utter shit.

        I was sitting in my car in the parking lot of the local Subway, where I had just gotten off a morning shift. It was noon and I wanted to hang out with Clark, but I didn't know if he wanted to hang out. I couldn't just text him and ask him because he didn't have a phone. So I sat with two foot long subs in my passenger seat by myself, the smell making me queasy as it wafted throughout the whole car.

        I didn't think we had to hang out again so soon, we had just hung out the day before after school. Does being friends mean we can spend more time together?

        Making up my mind I made my way to his house and when I got there I quickly made my way to his door so I wouldn't psych myself out from doing this. I nodded on his door and heard shuffling from inside before the door unlocked and creaked open slightly.

        "Who's there?" Clark asked, the door only open enough for him to ask the question.

        "It's Tyee, I was wondering..."

        "Go away," Clark said lowly and I stared at the door confused. I thought he might want to hang out, or maybe Clark just isn't the type to want to hang out with someone a lot.

        "Well, I brought food and wanted you to come out and eat with me."

        The door started to open and before I could see his face it closed again. "No, we can't be friends anymore."

        Just like that I felt even worse. Why can't we be friends? Did I do anything wrong to Clark? I would have rather jumped off a bridge rather than hurt someone like Clark. "What, why?" I demanded and I regretted my harsh tone once the words left my mouth because the door closed quickly and I heard the lock go back into place.

        "Go away," he said again, this time louder.

        "Clark, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that. I just want to know why we can't be friends anymore. Don't I deserve an explanation?"

        I didn't know if he was still behind the chestnut door or not, but I hoped he was listening to me rather than retreating into the trailer and never talking to me again. I heard the lock once again and watched as the door opened fully now, revealing a disheveled Clark. His shaggy hair hung in front of his eyes, hiding his full expression from me.

        "Pa said to not be friends anymore, you're a bad influence. I will also return your clothes to you, they are not mine."

        That was it, his dad didn't want us to be friend, thank god, I thought it was actually Clark who did not want to be my friend anymore! For reasons I could not fully explain it hurt me to think of Clark as no longer an acquaintance anymore. We had really only hung out twice, but I enjoyed both times.

        "I don't want the clothes back, they are yours, I gave them to you. And honestly I don't care what your father thinks. You're eighteen, you're your own person and can make your own decisions. If you really don't want to be my friend then you have to look me in my eyes and tell me that to my face." I was angry, I was angry at the thought of Clark not being able to control his own life. He deserved to do what he wanted and I would be damned if he stopped talking to me because someone else said so.

        We stood in silence, both not saying anything. I was waiting for an answer and I wasn't leaving until I had one. Clark lifted his head to look at me and a swollen eye looked back at me. "I don't.. I don't want to be.."

        "Clark, please." I had to stop him. I couldn't look at this, something his mother or father had to of done and I knew it was his father, but it was both their faults. They did this to him. "Don't choose right now, come hang out with me. After hanging out tell me if you don't want to be friends anymore. Please.." I knew I was pleading to deaf ears, because I could see the look on his face that wanted to please his father.