Wild Space

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Finally, we made it to the apartment without any funny adventures like I planned in my head. That was disappointing, but one never knows; anything may... happen soon.

It really felt awkward to be in another room, where there is nothing to highlight my queendom; my territory. Oh my, that feeling just made me homesick. I never realized that I was attached to my room severely. Another thing that I feel bad about, is for my baby, she is still under the tree far away from the garage that I usually park her. She must be feeling lonely without me on her. Damn!

Pete caught me standing in the middle of the room with my hand partially in my hair, looking miserable; I laughed hard because he literally commented me on it, "You know, the bathroom is that way." He said with his head peeking through the doorway.

I plopped onto my bed letting the bed bob me up and down. Pete also came to sit with me.

"What's up Boo?"

"What is this Boo? You are fond of calling me boo and boo-boo bear." I said it a little bluntly I guess, for his face fell from that annoying grin. This time he flinched. I have no idea if I have triggered something in him or not and that just made me more miserable.

"I had a sister. A sweet one, just like you! She is the one whom I used to rant on to; she is the one who knew about me being gay first. She always stood by me. And I called her Boo-boo bear because she loved to call for attention by crying. My mom being a good bitch ditched me and went away to her family miles away from here when she knew I was gay. Couldn't accept me! I couldn't go plead to her cause if she didn't want to accept me being me, well then let her get lost. But, I waited for a long while for her to come back and accept me. But, she didn't. Later, I got the news that some bomb blast killed my mom and sister instantly and I never got to even said sorry to her. Lots of things make us what we are lily, not just physical or mental pain. After that incident, it made me realize that there is no point in holding a grudge or anything because life is indeed short; too short to be fact. So, cherish it. That being said; unearth where that map is, burn it, destroy it, or do whatever with it and get along with your life. You don't deserve to be cooped up as if you did something very bad."

His voice which sounded so sad just stopped me from further inquiring about his family. Even if I did ask, what is there for me to ask about it? I am entirely not a person fond of small talk either. It's not fair that such things happen. But, it is also not fair for his mother to walk out knowing who her son really is. So, I think, it is better that I stop worrying about it all. Just find the freaking map or whatever and move on with my life. But, I have to say, the clue and stuff look so childish.

"So, Pee-Pee, where are the napkin notes," I asked taking in a huge breath, like preparing myself for battle.

"Aha, I love this about you." he exclaimed, back to his fine self, extracting the notes from his pant pockets.

"What?" I asked, standing up to go to the side table by the wall to sit down.

"Your no-nonsense shit! You don't care more than you should and you don't peeve into other's businesses. I love that about you."

I just nodded at him. He doesn't know me. If I want, I would get what I want in the most irritating way.

He produced me the napkin and left me to it saying he has work to do. He sometimes works from home when he doesn't bartend by the club, as a freelance writer, so he says. I never bothered to clarify. With a sigh, I switched on the table lamp even though it was noon and I put out the napkins in its order.

"Tonight",

"Where the moon"

"Shining"