Get a Life (boyxboy)

Chapter 9 - Dairies of A Fag Hag

Chapter 9 – Dairies of A Fag Hag

My name is Kylie Porter and my life is officially manic. It isn't all spice girls and pink anymore like it was when I was younger. I would always be posh spice and live like I was HRH the Queen. I can't just tie my hair up and go out and get drunk anymore. Now, I have to have responsibility. Bloody hell, this should be funny. A Day in The Life of Kylie Porter: professional screw-up.

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Kylie exited her room and walked down the hallway to her roommate's. She stood in the doorway and pushed it open to see Seth alone. Her short black hair, pasty completion, and red lips made her seem like Snow White. All that was missing was the beautiful red, blue, and yellow gown.

"What's the matter, then?" Kylie asked. Seth was her best friend, her roommate, and her gay. His happiness was important to her. If Seth was sad, she was sad; it was how the world worked. "Where is Jeremy? Did he not stay?"

"We fought, I don't want to talk about it," Seth was shirtless and Kylie wouldn't lie, she liked him that way. He was gay and would have nothing of her and she knew that. The woman was consistently disappointed by that fact, but would never admit it.

Seth sidestepped his roommate and started down the polished wooden staircase.

"Why is it, whenever I am in a bad mood you always insist on talking? Then, when we switch it around you want to be quiet." Kylie followed; she had a way of being persistent.

"I don't want to talk about it." Seth turned to the cupboard and took out a frying pan.

"The world is full of things people don't want to talk about." Kylie walked over to Seth's cell phone and picked it up. "Shall I give Jeremy a ring, then? I'm sure he will pick his mobile up if I try." Kylie mocked and held Seth's cell phone close to her chest.

"Don't you dare," Seth pointed an accusing finger.

"You man the cooker, I will man the mobile, got it?" Kylie paused her eyes wide and one of her skinny hands pointing to the stove. "Bucko," She said in badly preformed American accent.

"Don't call, I'll talk," Seth begged and glanced at Kylie's hand. "…and cook breakfast."

"Good, don't you dare put a shirt on either?" Kylie sat down in a wooden chair. The kitchen table given to them as a gift from Kylie's parents didn't seem to match the rest of the houses décor. It still looked new.

"Ben found out about Jeremy and me. I mean, London, all of London, he has to get on the same train as us? What are the possibilities of that?"

"For people like us it is one hundred percent possibility," Kylie noted. She moved a strand of black hair away from her eyes.

"Anyway, I guess Ben came to the house." Seth stated. "Jeremy and he got into a fight. He told Jeremy. Then Jeremy got mad at me and left. The thing was, Jeremy told me, Ben said…I was his boyfriend." Seth dwelled on those words.

"Awe, bless," Kylie admitted. "I mean, that's what you wanted to hear for the longest time – that you and Ben are boyfriends right? You would always nag to me about it."

"Yeah, but Jeremy, he came all the way from America to visit." Seth finished scrambling an egg and placed it on two plates.

"It sounds like; you messed up to be perfectly honest. I say, go apologize. Go cry your eyes out and ask for forgiveness." Kylie admitted. "I mean the world already has so many horrible things in it. Like girls who tie scarves around their waists and say it is a fashion statement."

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Kylie was a fashion designer and worked at a boutique in central London. Her job today was to help find something vintage and make it new. Hell, it was her job every day. Last week she turned something 70's into a stupid fashion trend. She didn't know what she was thinking trying to bring back the headband. It was confusing and dumb. Hell, it sold and made money.