True Colors

Part 3: War at Nightime

Monty had no idea where he was when he woke up. All he knew was that he was in the same cab he was at four. After checking his phone, he was shocked to discover it was roughly ten-fifteen. "What the fuck?!" He screamed "I've been asleep for six hours? Why didn't you wake me up?" He yelled at the cab driver. "Well, pardon me, sir, but I have a route to go through, and I don't believe that waking you up is on it." the driver said, his voice oozing sarcasm.
"What the fuck, I took up the whole back seat! There was literally no room for anyone to sit." Monty retorted back at the driver. The driver just scoffed and gave him the middle finger. "Oh go fuck yourself!" Monty yelled at the driver and started walking. It was pitch black where Monty was, and he was obviously lost. "Shit" Monty thought "That shitbag probably just drove me off to some random ghetto part of town." Monty clicked on 'Maps' on his phone and pressed 'Current Location' according to his phone, he was on 39th Street. Which just so happens to be the farthest distance from his house. "Fuck, that douche!" He screamed out loud. "I can't call a fucking taxi this late at night, my phone is almost dead, and there are no hotels anywhere, at least not one that's crawling with gay prostitutes and reeks of weed and cum." he screamed "And I will NOT sleep on the streets!"
So, seeing no other option, Monty started to walk, and he walked, and walked some more...
********************************Three hours later, Monty reached his apartment. And to his surprise, though he kinda expected it, was Desiree. "What the hell are you doing on my steps?" Monty said, tired. "Baby, I want you back." she pleaded "I made a mistake and it's clear to me now!" Her voice dripped with desperation. "What the fuck ever Desiree, you're obviously shitting me and I'm not in the mood, nor do I have the fucking energy to deal with your crap." Monty said, already half asleep. He looked at Desiree and she was obviously hurt. "But baby I-"
"No, don't 'baby' me, you little fuck. You don't want me back, I've seen your Facebook page, I've seen that hunk. You're just wanting me back to make him jealous. And let me tell you something. This is always part two when women break up with me, they come back, wanting to get back together with me, and always in the same time length, that's one month by the way, and they say the same FUCKING THING you just said, and then they want sex, and we do it, and they leave me again." He yelled at Desiree, who was quietly crying. "I came to your house, I gave you a sincere-" she said, but Monty stopped her. "You know what, shut the fuck up, go home to your homosexual boyfriend and-" seeing the unknowing look in her eyes, he started cracking up "Oh you didn't know! Yeah, he's obviously gay, for one, he posts pictures of him and some other guy holding hands and stuff, two he may as well write 'obviously ga-"
"SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP!" Desiree screamed but Monty wasn't listening. He pushed Desiree to the side and she stood up, punched him in the pec, and ran off, crying the entire way home. "Damn, that bitch can scream." He said to himself. He was about to go inside when
"Nice job, shitbag." said a voice.
Monty knew that voice.
"You know, a 'Hey June!' would suffice."
"Oh, uh, sorry" Monty apologized "Hey June. Sorry, for a second there I forgot who you were."
"Wow, I'm offended." said June laughingly. "Heh heh." laughed Monty. The two sat on his steps and talked until 5 in the morning when Monty said "I have to go. I'm tired as fuck and it's starting to rain." Feeling the raindrops herself , June replied "Oh, okay, well I guess I'll start walking back to my place."
Monty could see where she was getting at.
"Uh, why don't you just come inside and sleep on the couch?" Monty suggested.
"That would be wonderful." June replied. And with that, Monty opened the door and the two of them walked in, and plopped right down in the designated sleeping spots and fell right asleep...