The Lemon Pill (boyxboy)

Prologue: People Change

CHRIS'S

Eleven years has been tough for me. Living without Ashe and getting to remember every moment with him was killing me.

It wasn't killing Scott, however.

For eleven years, I tried to move on, but I couldn't help being loyal to the man I truly love.

Today is another warm morning. Birds were singing and 80's music was playing downstairs. I got dressed and wore my favorite pug shirt and got my red beanie on my head.

"I'm going to Donna's" I told my mom as I kissed her cheek while she was cooking breakfast for dad, who was sitting at the dining, reading his newspaper in front of a platter of crisp bacon strips.

"Bye dad!" I shouted as I took a strip of bacon. I walked to the door and grabbed my sweater on the coat stand.

Donna is a friend of mine and she calls me her gay best friend. Well, not her only one though. We work together as assistants and part time photographers in the hospital here near our neighborhood, the one where Ashe was brought into when he had an accident.

We work together on a current project where we exhibit the effects of smoking. It's like an anti-smoking campaign.

I walked outside to our porch and glanced at Ashe's window, like I would usually do. I often daydream that Ashe would just appear in his house and come back for me. And yes, I've been doing this for 11 years straight. Not a day passed without it happening.

And for 11 years, a lot has happened and a lot of things have changed.

And change is a bitch.

So hate change. But change will keep on loving you.

Like I said, change is a bitch.

Even though I loved Ashe so much, I never stalked him in any of his social accounts. I never really tried searching him. I really respect his privacy. But I must admit, I've tried to look for somebody that I can love the way I loved Ashe. But honestly, I was just looking for somebody who would make me forget about the pain, but it turns out that not even a bit of pain was eased.

On the other side of the street was another man coming out of his house. It was Scott. He walked outside of his house wearing a tight white shirt and some gray sweatpants while using his phone with a cigarette in his mouth.

This man disgusts me.

I stood at the side of the road parallel to where he was standing.

He glanced at me and nodded side wards and blew his cigarette.

I stared daggers back at him. He stared back and rolled his eyes.

"I'm not crossing the street this time." I said, shouting at him from the other side

"Well, I ain't crossing it either, Coy." he said, glancing at me

"Yes you are, Fartington." I replied

"Fuck off, you cross the street." Scott said as he was typing on his phone