night
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I got carried away. I meant for it to be a quick little thing, but other things got in the way of me thinking. I didn’t intend on you walking in. Honestly, I had forgotten all about that. Stupid of me, really. But hopefully wasn’t too bad for you.
That’s what I said. I said that, and soon after hit on the waiter. I swear to god or some other being with a nice ass so you’ll actually believe me.
No need to tell me I’m a fuck up. Oh that I know well at this point. I also know at this point you’re thinking, is Brad talking to me? Yes, I am. Don’t look surprised, I’ve been doing it this whole time. What happened to the story? Well the story is fucking dead, okay? Nothing more to say other than I’m going to lead a lonely life full of angst and Dashboard Confessional maybe a little Blink 182. I change the ‘she’s to ‘he’s, and there you go. The end. Fucking fin. That saying about the fork, but I’d rather not think about sticking anything into me right now. Thanks.
Alright, I’m sorry. Maybe I was a little harsh right then. Don’t give up on me just yet. If you don’t, I won’t. You know what, give up on me. That’s fine, fucker. Everyone has. I’ll fucking show y… Hold on, someone’s knocking.
I move to push my door open, poking my head out far enough to hear Rob talking to someone. And their voice is familiar. I strain myself a little further out the door, and recognize the voice. It’s Dave. I can’t help but grin a little, Dave always knows just how to make me forget. After making me realize my mistakes, of course. But then I forget.
My grin falls as I hear Rob tell Dave that I am not home. Dave says something I don’t quite catch, and Rob then tells Dave that I haven’t been home a lot lately.
As much as I’d love to prove Rob is lying in front of Dave, I hear the door shut. I waste no more time in making my entrance.
”Hiya, Rob. I’m a little confused, because you see, I am here. Or else I’m on some really good drugs.”
”Brad..”
”So I am here.”
”I thought you were asleep.”
”Asleep in my bed, here?”
”I..”
All I can hope for is that his mind is yelling at him to run. Tilting my head, I continue to stare at him as he obviously still struggles to come up with an excuse. And I start to get a little puzzled.
I just wanted to tease him a bit about the lying, but why was he lying? If he thought I was asleep, couldn’t he just say I was asleep? Or better yet, check and see if I actually was. Then the whole ‘he hasn’t been home a lot lately’ comment. Has Rob lied about me before?
”Have you been lying about me on a regular basis?”
”No. No, just maybe I told Dave you weren’t here a few times when you were.”
”Why?”
”Because you were in bed.”
”Why didn’t check and make sure?”
”I didn’t want to bother you.”
”Why didn’t you just say I was asleep?” Rob goes silent again, and I really don’t have time for this. Technically I have time for this; I just don’t have the want to go on anymore. I’m about to tell Rob to forget it, but he starts again before I can.
”I didn’t want him to just barge in and wake you or something.” Maybe I have time and want for this.
”Has he made a habit of doing so?”
”No, but he seems like the type.”
I can’t help but chuckle softly.
”There’s a type?”
”Yes. And you’re that type.” That’s true. I could see myself doing that.
”So you lie about me to keep Dave from barging in and possibly wake me because you care that much about my sleep?” I buy it. “Alrighty.”
I give him a shrug, walking to see what’s on tv. Before I make it to the couch, I’m shoved roughly from behind and Rob is yelling. Like, screaming at me.
”Are you that fucking dense? You fucking stupid asshole!” I turn startled, eyes wide, jaw dropped, staring at Rob.
”W,what?”
”I should have known you’re that stupid! Fucking hell, Brad, you’re fucked up. You know that?”
”Y,yes.”
”Do you know that not everyone is stupid as you are?”
”Y,yes.”
”And you think I am? You think I’m as fucking dense as you?”
”N,no.” Rob is quick to point a finger at me and yes, I flinch. I am a frightened little boy.
”Yes you do! You think I’m some stupid fuck who doesn’t have any idea what is going on. I don’t know what your fucking problem is, all I know is it’s like huge. I’m not stupid! I’m not one of your little fucks who don’t know what shit you pull. I know you!”
”Y,yes.” I flinch again, squeezing my eyes shut as Rob just yells a long, drawn out… Well, I guess it was just a yell.
”No Brad! Goddamnit I know your games! I know what you think, when you think it, and why you’re thinking it for fuck’s sake. I’ve sat here for the last I don’t even no how fucking long. I’ve tried. I’ve tried so hard to make you see. I’ve given you chances to fess up, I’ve giving you plenty of reasons to think maybe there’s a chance. I even told you there was a fucking chance when you where going on about that ‘someone’! I even told you as straight out as I could! I’m not like you, I don’t do the hitting on people thing. I’m no good at that. So I told you how to fucking get me and you didn’t even try! I thought you did, but next thing I know you’re hitting on some waiter. A fucking ugly asshole, I must add.”
”He was pretty ugly.”
”Hello!!” Rob yells, tapping the side of my head. “Are you listening to a single thing I’m saying? I even played your fucking games! How could you not even see that? I pull you’re shit, and you didn’t even get it. How the hell to you expect anyone to fall for that when you can’t even see when it’s happening to you?”
”I don’t know..?”
”I lied to Dave because I didn’t want him around you. Tell me that’s not a Brad move. I fooled around with Joe, Brad! You think I could see myself with someone like him? He’s a self-centered asshole who has bad taste in art.” Rob pauses, and I’m pretty sure I should have passed out a few minutes ago. Once I remind myself to breathe, Rob is back at it. I flinch again, preparing myself for more yelling, but it doesn’t come.
”You’re a self centered asshole with bad taste in art.” He says softly.
”Technically I have no taste in art.” Rob stares at me, and I can tell he’s trying to figure out if I’m even capable of living on my own. But I’m really not that stupid or dense, I did hear everything he just said. And I’ll prove it.
I reach out and grab the back of Rob’s neck, pulling him to me and kissing him with all I can manage.
The end.
Fucking fin.
Stick Rob in me, I’m done.
