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oblivious

    "Don't eat too fast dear," she  grabbed my glass of milk and drank some. "you might choke."

    "Well, if you stop drinking my beverages, maybe I can drink something instead of eating more." I grab the invaded glass and drink.

    "Mhmm." she gets up and serves herself more coffee in her empty mug. "Did you tell Simon he can use your shower?"

    "Yeah, he's taking one right now as we speak. What day do we come back?"

    She grabs the creamer and pours a lot more than needed. "Already planning on leaving? We haven't even left yet!"

    "I'm just curious mom, I'm excited to go. Especially since Simon is coming along and I don't have to deal with Uncle Vernon's stories."

    "Oh don't be so rude, he tells great stories."

    "He told me how he came across a guy having sex with a cow in a gas station bathroom somewhere in Sweden. And I was five years old when he told me that story."

    "Well how often do you hear something like that, now?" she takes a big gulp of her coffee and heads out of the dining room, "Go ahead and get packed, we have about an hour till Uncle Vernon comes with his R.V."

    I eat my last peace of toast with jelly, and head on to my room. I grab my black Jansport backpack, and put clothes, books, and a Rubik's Cube. I usually take my ear buds, but now that I have someone to talk to (and that I can tolerate), I don't need them.

    "How do I look?" I turn around and see Simon with a striped black and white shirt, black shorts, VERy clean converse, and white socks that cover half his leg.

    "Emo, and I'm just being nice." I grab my watch from the counter next to the bed and struggle to put it on.

    "Let me..." he effortlessly slides the black strap through the opening, and locks it in place. "Your welcome" before I can breathe he invades my mouth with his. Ok it's not much as 'invade', but rather rescue. "Is your Uncle cool?"

    "The exact opposite," I put my last pair of socks in the bag, and zip up. "just try to keep your sexuality on the low, he doesn't like gay people."

    "So I can't—" he slips his hand into mine. Ah, never gets old.

    "As long as he's not looking." I hug him, trying to stay optimistic like he does.

    "Well, what happens when he asks who I am?" this was a very good question. So good that I yet don't have an answer.

    "I want to say friend, and that we have every class together," I look up to him and smile, to know that It'll be okay. "is that okay?"

    "As long as we can have some time alone together under the stars," he rests his forehead against mine, " the. I'm okay with anything."

    "Honey he's here al— oh my." My bursts the door open, causing Simon to jump, swinging his arm, knocking over my lamp, resulting in the the plug to fly out of the outlet and knock my alarm clock over too. I was so distracted by the chain reaction, I didn't even notice Simon falling in the floor.

    "Shit I'm so sorry I-I-I was cleaning his face mam I uh." he got up and put the lamp and clock back in its place.

    "Oh honey no no no, its okay and that's all my fault I should've knocked, I just wanted to say that we are leaving!" she grabbed my backpack, and left the room after saying, "And you don't have to lie to me, ;))"

    The throw up just kicked in.

...

    "So who are you again?" Uncle Vernon strokes his beard. He has his army patterned bucket hat, with a fishing pole in one hand, and a flip phone with the other.

    Simon points to his backpack, "Me and sky have the same classes. We are pretty close."

    I interrupt before Vernon can suspect anything, "We are best buds unc!"

    "Well, nice to meet you then, Simon was it?" he sticks the pole inside the R.V. and quickly sticks his hand out in front of Simon.

    "Nice to meet you to sir." Their handshake was awkward to watch, so I just help loading the luggage into the R.V.
    Turns out the R.V. was extremely open and full of space. Had 6 bunk beds, a table, kitchen, and two bathrooms! Gotta give it to Vernon, for winning the game show and getting this magnificent piece of beauty.
    As soon as we finish packing and he orientated his map and compass, we were on our way. Rumor has it, this is gonna be a 6 hour drive, so Lord have mercy on my back and neck. I sound like a middle aged man. Yay.
    My Auntie ended up coming, so there was 5 of us, and we only brought 3 tents. When this news was brought to us, mom suggested me and Simon share a tent. Simon's smile showed up once that statement flowed in the air, this boy.
    My auntie, Debra, brought out some poker cards, and she insisted everyone to join in (not Vernon of course.). Mom dealt, and Simon won every round. I'm not sure if it was luck or fate, but this kid was on a roll. We were betting money as well. So Simon got an extra 57 dollars to throw in his piggy bank.
    Mom then suggested we played Blackjack. Well, let's just say after this trip, Simon will be going home with 126 dollars in cash. After the twentieth round, Debra collected the cards and decided we just all bond as a family.
    As awkward it must have been for Simon, he was probably having the most fun. Telling his stories about his little sister and how she used to dress up as a frog and act like one everywhere she went. Debra was so fascinated and humored by his stories that she insisted on hanging out. I don't have to know Simon that well to know he would rather not hang out with a 48 year old Auntie who digs younger men. Don't ask how I know this.
    Four hours into the ride. Vernon is now sitting with us, Debra agreed to trade spots with him after a couple hours. He's sitting next to Simon, asking him lots of questions. I don't want to interrupt but, I do have a bad feeling about this.

    "What grade are you."
    "I'm a 9th grader."
    "How do you know Sky?"
    "We have most of our classes together."
    "What's your last name?"

    Wait...

    "Chen, Simon Chen."

    Well, this isn't good.