Homo In Denial (boyxboy)

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 – 

I guess telling my mother I would go apartment searching today made her somewhat cheerful. But I knew she wouldn’t be entirely ‘happy’ till I actually found a place to stay. So I assure her I’ll attempt very hard to find a pleasant place to live, that I’ve narrowed it down to one already. She still wasn’t as pleased as I thought she would be. 

I guess I really had to go find an apartment today to make sure she doesn’t stay mad at me. I’d hate to see my mother still peeved at me; after all I am a mama’s boy. 

So I get into my car and I start driving. Thankfully there was googlemap, if not I’d be lost. So I followed the directions correctly and still managed to still get lost. I looped back and started again. This went on for a few hours until I finally found it. The decent looking apartment and damn was it decent. I drove up the parking lot and put my car in park. I locked the door and got out.

Then began my search for Giovanni, who should be wearing an orange jacket, baggy shorts, and an obscure (or was it distinguishable) hat. I continued to look around. I walked around the apartment, probably seeming like a creeper, yet continued nevertheless. Sadly, to no success, so I stopped my search and retreat at a café. 

I just sat there, cooling myself off. 

Maybe it was stupid of me to wear a jacket in the middle of summer. But I liked the jacket and I didn’t really plan correctly on what I should wear. I really just wore whatever I found and made a horrible mess of an outfit. Blue pants with a grey shirt, a baseball cap on my head, a belt that says, “Hoopla!” for some reason, oversized green shoes, and a jacket with red and green stripes. Damn I was like a messed up Christmas tree. 

I wonder if I should order a cup of coffee and wait to see if Giovanni ever arrives. But I didn’t need to. He arrived a few seconds I came into the coffee shop and there the man stood. His hair was dyed different colors, he was clearly wearing an orange jacket, baggy shorts, along with the hat he promised to wear. It was a Dr. Seuss’s hat, and he looked like a complete jackass. 

Oh god language, sorry.

I gawk at what seems to be him and he shoots a look at me. He slowly walks over to me and slams the hat on the table. “You John Hancock?” he asks. I nod slowly and shake my head. I correct him and he shrugs. “Whatever, I don’t really fucking care,” he retorts. Oh, was he angry at me? He made no signs of being angry at me and sits down in front of me.

“So, apartment-” oh straight to business “-you going to do it or not?”

I nod and begin to fidget my fingers. Okay, so it’s been a while (if I must admit, regrettably), that I’ve ever talked to like an actual human being, besides family, Lacy, and myself as I’ve said before. Not to mention he was very diverse looking? No, not a question, it’s true. He’s different. 

He had, what seems to be, natural red hair, but then again it is tainted with scatters of blonde, blue, red, and green. His eyes were auburn buttery, something I’ve never known to be possible. His lips were quite, how you say, elegant? 

No, that wasn’t the word. I’ll try to describe it later. His face wasn’t touched at all, not a pimple in sight, no freckles as well, and no scars of sorts. However he did have stubbles, which were admiringly manly. I couldn’t tell because he was sitting down, but he was built. His arms looked somewhat sore from probably pumping irons, as they say it in the gym, and sadly he wasn’t a bad view to look at.