Gay is Normal

Chapter 10- A "Proper" Funeral

Once Matty and I wake from our final nap of the day, we decide to go to Arby's, but not with Camila. It would be too awkward and uncomfortable. But we are both very hungry teenage boys so we left for Arby's once his parents arrived home (finally) from work at 8:00. First we had to explain why I would be staying over.

I explained my story, and Matty's parents were completely okay with my staying. They said I could stay as long as I want and even that me and Matty could sleep in the same bed! I would've asked them to adopt me but then wouldn't I be dating my brother?

So we left the house and Matty drove us to Arby's. We went through the drive through, and Matty ordered one roast beef sandwich with a small curly fries.

"I don't think we can date, you don't eat enough," I say to him jokingly.

He laughs, then asks me what I want.

I think to myself, what does he mean by that? Does he mean what do I want to eat or what do I want in general? Well, in general, I want to be back to the way things used to be, even like yesterday. When Camila wasn't a murderer, where our gay relationship blossomed.

"Um, two sandwiches and a medium curly fries," I reply to his question.

He repeats my order to the cashier, and the cashier tells us that our order will be $7.64 at the first window. Matty drives the car forward, and the cashier was more than happy to take our $8.00 away from us. She hands us back our .26 in change and orders us to drive to the next window for our food. Matty drives forward to the next window, takes the two bags of food from the lady behind the window, she tells us, "Have a nice night," and smiles, we tell her the ame, and drive away.

I open my bag and grab one of my sandwiches. I take the crappy tin foil with ads for their new products all over it and take a giant bite into the bun and roast beef. Matty has one hand on the wheel and is using his other to pick curly fries out of his bag, one by one. (That's right, haters, my man is a multi tasker.)

While we head back to Matty's house, we pass the street of my house and I see it is the only street light on down the road. I tell Matty to turn the corner towards it. He does as he is told, but drives very slowly down the road. My eyes are locked on the loaction of my house. We get closer to the house and I feel completely calm for some odd reason.

When we approached the house, I couldn't believe my eyes. The cops hadn't even been there yet. No one reported the murder. And the even stranger thing was, there was a person in my yard. Matty and I watch this person start to drag my father's headless body to the backyard. I automatically know who this person is. Their black clothing, black combat boots, black beanie exposing their face, which is drowned in tears. I jump out of the car and run towards them.

"Camila!" I yell to her.

Camila pops her head up to look at me and I must have frightened her because she drops my father's body and tries to escape from me through the backyard. I chase after her, knowing that I am faster than her so I will catch up to her. When I reach the backyard, I hear a short little scream come from her. Thanks to the moonlight, I see that she tripped. I pick her up off the ground and hug her.

Still crying, she says to me, "I'm so sorry, Kasey."

I force her to look at me in the eyes. "It's okay," I reply to her.

We hug some her, and then I notice a deep hole formed in the ground. "I was gonna-" she starts, her tears now drying up.

"I'll help you," I offer her.

We walk back to the front yard, and I help her drag my father's body to the hole. We then kick it in the hole and hear a crunchy thud. We did the same with my mother, only her thud didn't make me feel so uncomfortable because I knew she would land on my father instead of the cold ground. As for my father's head, we practically played soccer with it, kicking it to the backyard and into the hole.

We then spend the next twenty five minutes burying the bodies, with Matty's help of course. He seemed perfectly fine with helping us. When the job is done, I hug Camila again and say to the grave, "Burn in hell, you demons."

We walk away together, back to Matty's car. We give Camila a ride home, drop her off, and head back to Matty's house. We exit the car with the rest of our Arby's, which is now cold. When we enter the house, Matty mom asks us, "What took you two so long?"

"They were pretty busy tonight," I reply.

We heat up our food in his microwave, then head to his room to finish it.

We eat on his bed, and eat the rest of our food. It is now 9:30 and we are both feeling very tired. We both get ready for bed and lay down next to each other.

I look at him and whisper, "Goodnight."

He whispers back, "Love you."

Then I take a secret picture of us kissing on my phone, all shirtless and sexy. I make this picture my phone's screensaver, my profile picture on Facebook. My profile picture on everything. I love this picture so much. Deep down, I know Matty does, too. This picture will go down in history. At least I hope it will.

That night, I had my normal dream. Matty and I in a field, surrounded my gay and lesbian lovers and, this time, nothing. The field just goes on and on and on. Another thing about this dream, nothing happened at the end. No one disappeared in a mysterious hole, I wasn't left alone to cry. It just continued as I'd always dreamt it would be. And for once, I woke up from that dream, not terrified to live through the day, but fulfilled, and most of all, happy.