Kaleidoscope Eyes

More Kink Jokes and Seagull Shit

"Bren, your classes start in a couple weeks. Maybe we could do something before we're going to stuck here."

"If you're trying to take the pain kink seriously, I want no pa-"

"Oh my God, I hate you." He cuts me off.

"I'm being serious." I look at him with a stern face. He rolls his eyes and turns to the fridge to get a drink.

"But I'm saying we could go to the beach or something. Just because we're gonna be busy soon."

"It's about to get domestic up in this bitch." I groan and fall onto the couch as Ryan laughs.

"Not if we actually try out the pain kink." He suggests. I sit up and stare at him with a serious face while he looks back at me with the same expression. We stare at each other blankly for almost a full minute before Ryan says something.

"I'll get the whip." He whispers. I scream and fall back onto the couch.

"That's what I like to hear, baby." He says with an overly-passionate tone.

"I'm fucking leaving." I tell him before I get up and start to storm towards the door.

As I rush past the kitchen to the door, I feel a grip on my arm that pulls me back. When I turn around my face is met with Ryan's and I roll my eyes. His lips connect to mine for a moment and he pulls away, his face still close to mine.

"Let's go somewhere. I want to show you the cool tourist shit." He talks in a low voice. I nod back with my eyes on his lips. He smiles and kisses me again.

"Get dressed." He tells me as he turns back into the kitchen.

"Yes daddy." I mumble. He turns around and pushes me towards the bed

"This is happening now, daddy? I'm not even dressed." I say in an innocent voice.

"I swear I will never take you anywhere ever again." He yells at me. I snicker and walk to pick out some clothes.

***

Ryan's shitty car drives down the street of our apartment.

"Do you even know where we're going." I look over at him.

"Not really. But we'll get there." He shrugs. My mouth hangs open and I shake my head in disbelief. We get onto the freeway and Ryan turns the radio on while we come to a complete stop in traffic.

"Welcome to Los Angeles, babe." Ryan tells me with a scoff. I look over at him and shrug.

"Still better than back home." I tell him and he nods in agreement.

"I get what you mean. But don't you hate it a little less now that you're out to your parents?" The answer to that question is no. I'm glad my parents accept me, -with the grain of acceptance that they have for gay people- but, if I came back it would be very uncomfortable. We're better off being family from a distance. I don't feel like explaining that to Ryan, so I just shrug.

I look out the window as we move slowly down the freeway. I notice some of the trees I first saw are not trees at all, in fact, they have antennas sticking out of them. I let out a laugh when I realize these satellite towers are all painted to look like palm trees. Ryan hums, asking me what I'm laughing at, and I point to the fake tree.

"That's how you know where you're at. I love them, honestly. It's like "Oh, heavily populated city? No oxygen? It's okay, the towers can look like trees. Boom." He says in a deep voice. I shake my head.

"L.A. nature at its finest." I say as I gesture to the tree like it's holy. Ryan nods as we finally get to move a few feet further.

"Shit, a car wreck." He groans as we get closer to the red flashing lights. I stretch to view further down the road and see two cars, one with a missing bumper, the other with a taillight missing.

"This could take forever." Ryan tells me as we come to a complete stop less than half a mile behind the crash. In front of the crash is almost a clear road, however some people still drive by slowly to look at the scene.

"Why as humans do we find it so captivating to look at a car wreck? We just have to stop and look at the mess. Hello, some people are trying to get somewhere, worry about your own mess." I roll my eyes.

"You know you can't stop looking." Ryan says as if he can read my mind.

"Fuck o-" I scoff.

"We're not going through this hate kink again, Jesus." Ryan interrupts me.

"What's the deal with you and kinks, holy shit." I sigh. He turns to me and winks. I look at him with a straight face before opening my window, shoving my head out the window, and screaming. I hear a few honks behind me, but I assume it's because of the shit storm that is this traffic.

***

I'd picture Santa Monica's sand being covered with people constantly. However the only thing that really is always crowded is the parking spots. Ryan managed to find a spot that costed $5 an hour.

Right after getting out of the car, Ryan took my hand and held it gently. It felt so casual yet unfamiliar to do in public. It warmed my heart to think about how easy it was for me to not worry about. I could hold my boyfriends hand and show everyone if I wanted because there were too many different people for the backlash to spit at you on Sunday.

Sundays at church, that's another thing I wouldn't miss. I never really had a strong preference on religion but the tight compact of the church would know everything about my business if I did this back home.

The loud music and screams from the rides on the pier were a fuzzy background noise that I ignored to focus on the waves crashing. From the parking lot you can see the speckled shadows of people laying on blankets, there were groups of friends and diverse couples. Anyone could love anyone, that's what I learned from that moment. Love comes in so many different ways and without it, you look at these happy people and feel envious. Envious of having that person, whoever it is, that fills your heart with happiness.

My person just got shit on by a seagull.

"Fuck!" He shrieks. I snap out of my gaze and see a splatter of white and brown on Ryan's shoulder. I can't help but back away from him and laugh.

"It's like birds know you're a piece of shit." I say with a wide smile. He rolls his eyes as he pulls me by my hand to the shitty public bathrooms to clean up.

-A/N: I have testing shit tomorrow so I'm trying to cram at least something into this before I probably feel drained again. gonna be honest I hadn't been writing for a long time but just thinking about this sequel taking any longer because I was too lazy before i genuinely get drained makes me feel bad. anyways love you thanks for reading have a good day.