The Bucket List

The bucket list

Aaron-

I'd always believed in second chances, but I didn't now. Second chances are an imaginary luxury for dreamers.

And so I found myself in a field of soaked flowers, oblivious to the rain pelting down on my body as I screamed my frustration. At god? I wasn't sure. The wind responds with a gust of heavy rain to my back as if pushing me forward. But where to go wind?

I fell to my knees and stared up into the sky, ignoring the rain pelting my face and making my eyes blurry. My head ached and I felt sleepy from my medication. If I were to fall asleep and not wake up, would I even mind? Of course I wouldn't, I'd be asleep.

There's a flash of yellow then the sound of water hitting plastic. Above me stands a banana. Is my medicine tripping up my already screwed up brain? "You're an ugly banana." I drone.

The banana laughs. Bananas don't laugh. "I'd be offended if I was a banana." I shiver not from the rain, no it's warm, but from the deep masculine voice that escaped the banana.

I brought my hands to my eyes and rubbed at the water before realizing, the rain wasn't falling on me. Peering back up the banana had a face. His face was a bit on the tubby side, like a baby face. His eyes were a dark piercing brown and freckles dotted his face making me long to connect the dots. His lips were a light pink and seemed to call for me, which was strange.

With a grunt I clumsily push myself off the ground, rain clouding my eyesight again. Placing my hands on the front of the banana I peer at it. "Banana man, how did you come to life."

His lips twist in amusement before he moves to wrap a arm around my waist. "Let's get you into dry clothes."

I didn't even fight. "Stranger danger." I mumble. "Mom always warned me of scary men but never talking bananas."

My only response is the bananas strange human like hand squeezing my hip painfully. "Ow!"

Banana guides us through the jungle of overgrown flowers and weeds before coming to the empty house I had seen for so many years. I jerk away in panic. "Listen listen, I don't know what vibe I gave off, but I'm not really the abandoned house kinda guy."

He stares at me with a frown. "I live here."

"Liar, no one lives here." I mock. "I've lived here since like, this long." I help my arms out as long as they would go. "I know everyone in this stupid town, I've never seen a banana in town so you are a stranger."

The door suddenly opens and a girl steps out. I swear, what were clothes even made for If their just gonna end up like this? This girl wore a hot pink push up bra with a lacy crop too over it that barely covered the bra itself. Her barely there shorts looked as if her privates had sucked them up. "What's going on? Who is he?"

"You have a camel toe." I blurt.

Banana suddenly starts to laugh and the girl only sticks out her tongue not bothering to pull it out.

"Your majestic flap flaps with get carpet burn when you walk." I inform her.

Banana laughs again and she grins. "I like you."

Grabbing my chest I gasp at her. "While your offer flatters me, you aren't my type."

She frowns and sighs. "Another gay."

"I prefer the term homosexual."

Banana suddenly pulls me up the steps and into a warm house, the smell of chocolate making me drool. I should write a book about my life. Is it possible to narrate? "Aaron follows banana man as he drags him up the stairs, oh this one squeaks. Haha, banana man watch." I repeatedly step on that particular step making it squeak over and over.

He rolls his eyes and lets me entertain myself as he goes to his banana skin and starts to pull hidden buttons apart before pulling off his skin and releasing a human. "You're not a banana!" I gasp.

"I told you that earlier."

I let my eyes roam over him. He wore lose jeans and a band shirt, but he wore them stylishly and well. He wasn't skinny, more on the slightly thick side but he wasn't overweight. I like it, I dig the fluffiness. Without thinking about it, I latched my hands onto his stomach and squeezed his tummy. He went to push me off but I whined. "No wait, I like it. It's relaxing."

He huffed and stepped away from me. "Go get a shower."

"You have to come with me."

His face flushes a bright red. "What?"

Leaning into the side of the stairs I close my eyes, my loss of sleep catching up to me. "My mother always has to sit in the bathroom when I bath because I could have a seizure or faint."

"Why would you seize or faint?" A worried expression clouds his face.

I won't tell him, not when he's the only person in this forsaken town that doesn't know. "I don't know."

He doesn't question me but he stares at me intently before taking my hand and leading me to the bathroom. He stands awkwardly looking away when I start to unbutton my shirt. "My mom usually sits on the toilet."

He follows suit still looking away. I'm glad for the privacy. I turn on the knobs and stare at the bath as it fills instead of coming out of the shower head. "Your shower isn't turning on."

Without a word he steps around me carefully and blocks my view before quickly sitting back down with a scarlet face.

"Thank you!" I chirp.

Stepping into the shower I relax into the water and start to wash my hair.

Like a bullet, my head suddenly feels like I've smashed it into a brick. I grip my head in pain, ignoring the soap as it leaks onto my face. My throat closes up and I suddenly can't breath, losing my balance I fall into the wall and slide to the ground sobbing. Fast isn't it?

"Are you ok?" He shouts, but staying his distance.

I don't answer. I only grip my head as if I'm holding It together in fear of it exploding.

I hear him stand up and move the shower curtain back. I image his view to be a skinny and pale ball huddled in the corner of the bathtub. "Shit."
He gently pulls the removable shower head from it's place and runs it over me, erasing the soap from me along with my tears. When he's done I feel him lift me from the bathtub onto his lap where he soothingly rubs my back after draping a towel on me.

"It hurts." I sob. I knew I'd regret it later, but I couldn't help it. "I want my mom!"

He scrambles for his cellphone and struggles to open it with shaking hands. "Do you know her number?" I carefully recite the number. It only rings twice before my mother picks up. I can't hear her but I press my face into his neck as if I can. "Hello, my name is Toby I live on Maine street, your son is here and I need you to come get him, I don't know what's happening and I-" I scream out as another pain hits me. His voice fades like a blur and I'm left in darkness and pain.

I feel myself lifting up and being carried before I'm set on something soft like a bed.

"I'm going to let you borrow some of my clothes." He whispers gently as he pulls my hands away from my face and starts to push my arms through the holes of the shirt. When he pulls it over my head I stiff and relax at the soft cotton. He has me scoot to the edge of the bed where he wriggles a over sized pair of sweats on me. He leaves me to lay on his bed as he changes. My headache resides and I'm left tired. Toby slides into the bed and I press my face into his soft stomach letting sleep overpower me.

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