its a FUCKING NIGHTMARE! || Blake Chorii I

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The next few days, at Thanksgiving break, I went to text Enzo and CC. I told them about Florence, about me and my breakdown. They're the only people I can rely on. It's hard, but I manage to do it. They tell me I should confess my feelings. I know they're right, but I still feel embarrassed, but I know I have to, sooner or later. Maybe I'll tell Vita in a little while. Yeah, that's right. Relax, Blake. But I can't relax, I can't express my feelings yet. I'll give it some time before I do. 
Before I can lay down though, I get a call from Lynette. I picked it up. "Hi, Lynette" I smile. "Hi!! Sorry about Flors, he says he's sorry and didn't mean to make you cry, wanna come over at Thanksgiving dinner with just me and flor? Vita can't make it since she's travelling somewhere so she won't have time to text you until a few days after thanksgiving." Lynette says. Awh, Vita is travelling somewhere. I can't even see her beauty anymore, that sucks. "Sure. I'll be there soon." I tell her and hang up. I don't wanna go, I want to see Vita. But Lynette is my friend, and I think she's nice, and I hope Florence is nicer. I leave a note for my mom and I leave.
I knock on the door, and Mr. Gwuade opens it. If you haven't noticed already, Lynette's last name is Gwaude. Lynette Gwuade, Vita Loir, and me, Blake Chorii. Our last names are interesting, aren't we? "Are you here for dinner?" Mr. Gwuade asks. "Yeah, I am." I say and walk in. I go find Lynette and Florence and sit down by them. "Hi Blakie!! EEEE! Florence, you should apologize." Lynette says, waving at me. "Didn't you already tell her my apology?" Florence grumbles. "Yeah, but she deserves more." Lynette nods and smiles. I look at Florence. ".. I'm sorry for making you cry." Florence groans and doesn't look back. That apology wasn't genuine, but Lynette doesn't seem to care as she keeps talking about random girly things.  I notice Florence texting, and I look down at his phone screen.

ML <3: heyy dumbfuck <33!!
FLOR: hi
ML <3: how r youuu !!
FLOR: i'm okay i guess how about you
ML <3: I am spending time w Zaire :p
FLOR: oh.. ok hows he doing lol
ML <3: hes getting better and he looks amazing, better than last time hah!!
FLOR: ok I'm gonna go now brb I love you xx
ML <3: okay, idiot. 
FLOR: befor I leave tho promise u won't do anythng weird w zair
ML <3: I would neverrr
FLOR is typing...

 I can sense the jealousy in Florence's eyes. He clicks send and then puts his phone in his pocket like last time. I can tell that Constance is trying to make Florence jealous. But for a second I swear I see Florence glance at me. As he does, I notice he has tired bags under his eyes. He's tired. He's tired of everything and so am I. "I'm going to go to sleep." Florence smiles a little and stands up. "What? Florey! You always go to bed, I can't stand it! One day you're up and moving, and then you just go to sleep like nothing." Lynette whined. "I know.. I'm sorry, I'm just really tired." Florence sighs and goes upstairs. "He's tired, let him rest" I tell Lynette. "If I ever dated him, I would bring him to the.." And her words fade. I know Florence is a piece of shit, but he's a human. Everyone is. Whether you're stupid, mean, weird, kind, and a little cringey, you still deserve to be treated as a person. That should be a law. And I know there is a lot of weird people out there but maybe they struggle. Or maybe they don't struggle. You can try to help them, maybe. Maybe you'll send slurs. But we're all human. Therians are humans too, and they know that. Furries are humans. Quadrobics are humans. Homophobic people are humans. Racist people are humans. Sexist people are humans. Weird people are humans, but maybe not all of them deserve love but they do deserve equality, but the weird people can fuck themselves. But if you hate someone, that's fine. But you can't just send hate to them.
"... and he would never get a second of rest!" Lynette finishes. I snap out my thoughts and look at her. "Uh, sorry I wasn't listening." I laugh a little. "Oh, want me to repeat it?" Lynette smiles. "No, its okay." I tell her. Mrs. Gwuade comes in and sets 3 plates on our table. "Where's Florence?" She asks. "He's sleeping, as always" Lynette groans. "I can bring the plate up to him if you want" I volunteer. Mrs. Gwuade nods. "Yes, that is fine." She replies and I take the third plate and balance it up to wherever Florence was sleeping. I put it on his bed and I shook him. "Hey, wake up you bastard" I whisper loudly and his eyes open. "What do you fucking want?" He curses. "Dinner is ready." I showed him the plate. "Oh..thanks I guess. I'll go downstairs to e-" "You're gonna stay here, okay?" I cut him off. He looks at me but he doesn't fight back, and he begins eating the thanksgiving meal. I stare at him silently. And then I remembered my dinner, so I ran out of the room and started eating my dinner, sitting down by Lynette. "What took you so long?" She asks me. "I forgot I had food" I laughed nervously. "Oh, anyways. I miss Florey" She whines and complains. "Don't you have something better to do other than talking about Florence the Torturous all day?" I ask. Lynette stops talking and frowns. "B-but!" But what? But nothing comes out of her mouth. I shut her up like I shut Florence up. 
I miss Vita.