Elija Grimes sleeps with everyone he bumps into and even finds himself in bed with his three 'straight' friends. His actions have enormous consequences and it's questionable whether those are good or bad.
(Standalone)
Written: May 2016 - Jan 2017
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~ Seth ~
Gray fled the apartment, with a head as red as a beetroot. It was to be expected. He's gonna have to get used to our friends having sex, though. This won't be the last time. By far. This might seem a little weird—more like, really fucking weird—but I'm actually happy about being able to hear them. Not because I think it's fun to listen to, but because it means they're in good terms. Nonetheless, it's quite amusing.
I can hear it the best when I'm in the bedroom, so I quickly move to the living room to give them some privacy, and after a while, Gray comes back into the apartment, peeking around the door to ask, "Are they done?"
I shrug. "Dunno. Think so. Where'd you go?"
"To Randy's," he replies and timidly comes to sit down beside me. "Gina was there, too."
"How was she?"
"Better."
Time goes by slowly.
Day after day, I'm anxiously awaiting the day of my scans, because that's all I can think about now. I've been falling asleep to either the sounds of the passionate... lovemaking from next door, or just silence—when they didn't feel like it, I guess. Surprisingly, it happened a lot less often than I thought it would. During the weekend, they were completely silent, but then they went at it again on Monday. No logic whatsoever.
Obviously, I'll never tell them this, but the fact that I can hear them engaging in their sexual activities, like goddamn rabbits, kind of calms me. When there's nothing to listen to when I'm lying in my bed, my mind takes me to places I don't want to go. While Gray lies there, uncomfortable, pressing a pillow to his ears, it distracts me from all the negative thoughts. All those thoughts of what's going on with my body—what's wrong with my body. I hate it.
I keep having to tell myself there's still the possibility that it's not cancer, but I've lost faith. What else could it be? I just want to get it over with now, honestly. I want them to tell me what I have and start the treatment already, so I can get better.
On another note, I think that Simon sort of forgave Gina (or something like that), so that's good. They're sending each other messages and I even heard from Gray that he came over to her and Randy's apartment to talk. It seems like they're on the road back to being friends. Maybe even more.
Gray has been spending a lot of time with Randy, and while I really wish I wouldn't, I feel very sad about it. Him being away and Elija and Mikky needing their privacy often leaves me all alone... I keep telling myself to stop whining, because I should be used to it. There have been many, many times in my life where I was alone. When I was young, my parents had very time-consuming jobs and they even had to leave the country sometimes. As a result of this, I was often alone in our big, empty house. But maybe that only made me more susceptible to it. Being alone feels even worse because I don't want to be.
