True Colors

Part 2: Sickness

As Monty walked home, he was beating himself in the head about his encounter with June. "DAMMIT!" He thought "I probably sounded like a fucking fool back there! She probably thought the same." As he got in the elevator, he thought about everything he could've possibly done wrong.
1. I shook, and not because of the cold.
2. My voice wobbled in and out of hornyness.
3. She probably saw my boner.
4. I hardly talked.
Monty got out of the elevator and put his key in the lock. It snapped open and he dropped his keys in the tin. he reached over on the wall to turn on the lights, and proceeded to remove all objects from his pockets. It was then he found it.
A little slip of paper.
As Monty looked closer, he saw it was a phone number. "June's?" He thought. No, it was Desiree's, she had slipped it into his pocket when they had hugged. As if on cue, Monty's cell phone rang. "Hello?" Said Monty.
"Monty?" Said an exasperated Desiree.
"Yes, what is it?"
"I...uh...um...I miss you."
"Excuse me."
"Monty I-"
But Monty didn't want to hear it. "ITS ALWAYS THE SAME!" he screamed to no one. "THE GIRLS LEAVE ME, THEN CALL ME AND TELL ME 'I MISS YOU, COME TO MY PLACE BABY' AND THEN WE FUCK AND THEY LEAVE ME ALL OVER AGAIN! I'M SO FUCKING DONE!" And with that he flung a his phone across the room where it slid across the bar and landed on the floor. "Shit." said Monty. "Great another damn crack." and he was right, the crack started in a corner and spiderwebbed out from there. Monty rolled his eyes and set it down on its charger. "I'm to damn tired for anymore crap. I'm calling it a day."
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When he woke up the next morning, Monty had a raging headache. He called his doctor who made it feel like a game of 20 questions. "What does it feel like?"
"Like a wasp is stinging my head repeated times."
"On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate your pain?"
"11"
The Doctor ended up telling Monty to make an appointment and they would go from there. "Whatever, just make me feel better!" And he hung up. Monty went to his couch and plopped down, which only made his head hurt worse. He eventually fell into an uneasy sleep, which was aroused by his phone ringing. "Hello?" He said groggily. "Monty?"
It was Desiree.
He hung up immediately and pressed 'block' on the options. By then it was time for his appointment, so Monty threw some pants over his briefs and headed out.
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Monty, as of recently, had started to be very subconscious about himself. For some reason, he thought he was fat [ish], and because of this, he refused to go anywhere (with exceptions) without walking. But today, his headache was so bad, Monty was forced to take a cab. "Where to?" Asked the cab driver.
"Dr. Salt's office." replied Monty. As the cab driver headed into traffic, Monty started to feel lightheaded. So much so, his vision started to go blurry. Deciding he had over worked himself, he made a mental note to take the day off tomorrow. "Would you mind if I lied down in your seat?" Monty asked, seeing more that one cab driver. "If you do, don't get any cum on my seats!" Laughed the driver. Monty let out a little "Heh heh." and soon drifted into sleep.
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