Homo In Denial (boyxboy)

Chapter 15

 Chapter 15 –

“John is this where I change?” Alyssa asked walking into the male’s changing room. John let out a small yelp before trying, but not succeeding, to cover his boxers and exposed chest. “I’ve seen more on a naked baby then I’ve seen on you. John. Stop that whole weird effort of covering yourself… Or whatever,” Alyssa slurred.

“Shut up Alyssa,” I replied chuckling. “But no, this place is for men. The female changing quarters are in the one beside the male changing room.” John batted his eyes a bit as he fumbled his working clothes on. “Any purpose you’re still here after I’ve told a very significant piece of information?”  

Alyssa stood beside me, leaning on the lockers, and eyed me before looking away momentarily. “So you were with Taylor,” she managed to say before stuttering. “I-I… I just w-wanted to know… Did you two go any, um, uh, further then just second base? Not that I-I’m curious about you, I just feel I have to know… Since I don’t want no Taylor Johnny babies running around with teeth the size of a beaver’s ass.”

I rolled my eyes before looking at Alyssa.

“No we didn’t go past third base, promise, I inched in but Giovanni busted through the goddamn doors before I could even get close to Taylor’s holy… um… vagina. Okay horrible metaphor or whatever,” I muttered rubbing his forehead before closing his locker door.

“Well that’s nice to know,” Alyssa replied having that small smug look on her face.

“So I hear from Giovanni you got the jig from Taylor? Me too, so we’re in the same boat I see,” I commented giving that signature Colgate-commercial-worthy smile. Of course, Alyssa did not appreciate the smile and really just ignored it before giving a half-ass comment about how she didn’t want to be on the same boat as me.

“Well whatever, I just wanted to know,” Alyssa said before walking outside.

“See you at work!” I shouted out to Alyssa.

So it was my first day working. Yes, alright. It’s been a while. For a bit I’ve been living off whatever was in my mother’s fridge! So yes, this job was very much good for me. I couldn’t wait to get my paycheck, since I had to pay Giovanni with the extra cash I had for the month’s rent. So finally I get to pay for the money I worked hard for, and not some spare money I had on the side!

I walked outside to see Taylor’s uncle chatting up with some guests. He didn’t give me the shakes anymore, I felt comfortable around him… I didn’t understand why I disliked him from before. He was a pretty nice guy, friend-wise. (So much emphasis on friend)

I walked toward a table and introduced myself with the whole Colgate smile and the slight wave of the hand. The children sitting at the table gave me a weird glance while of course, who I could only conclude; their father didn’t even bother acknowledging me. Along with what seemed to be the mother shifted herself back and forth scratching her neck several times and muttering something about wanting a smoke, gee sounds like my mom.

“Well sonny I’ll take bacon and spaghetti plate while my kitty here will have, hmm, let’s see… the same thing. The kids will have mac and cheese and some salad,” the father decided.

The kids started groaning and moaning about how they wanted some steak and fried rice. The father gave them a stern glance, shutting them up, and the mom… well… still itched for a cigarette. The father handed the mom a nicotine patch and she slapped right on her arm.

“Thanks babe,” she whispered scratching her forehead.

“No problem,” he replied.

Watching the scene enfold before me got me a little misty eyed. Was this what I missed since I didn’t have a father? All my life my mother would literally have me do things on my own. No suggestions. No piece of helpful information. I’m sure that kids would have preferred that… but they had a taste of parental guidance. I never got any. None at all, and that was something I longed for… Shit. I just had to remember I had daddy issues.