Closeted (BoyxBoy) [2014 Edition]

1: Slept Like A King, Wake Like A King - Gabriel

        "...Mr. Knight," was I dreaming? I could have sworn that giant, floating donut just said something to me. Look at it, it's huge with its frosted, glazed exterior. How can something looking that good not talk? I felt like Pac-Man eating those dot-looking things.

        "Well, well. Hello to you too, Ms. Donut! Have you come to fill my hunger?"

        "Mr. Knight, wake up," suddenly, the donut turned into an ugly, old hag that resembled the housekeeper: Full head of gray hair, old-school black & white maid's outfit, wrinkled skin, and face of an angry grandma.

        "Oh. Ms. Donut, how've you changed. You don't look very appetizing anymore," then everything went dead silent. Then, I felt a huge pain on the side of my head. Like I was hit by a wrecking ball! Then everything faded into a misty, white light. 

        My eyes opened and stared into the face of Cruella DeVil. Her piercing teal eyes glared down and I jumped up, backing on my headboard to get away from her, "Good morning to you too," I exclaimed in pain, rubbing the side of my head, "Ow... did you hit me?"

        She shrugged, walking over the the head of the bed, smacking a rolling pin in her hands.

        "Really, Margaret? What the fuck is wrong with you-- OW," the old bag just hit me on my head, "Seriously?!"

        "Don't give me any of that vulgar tone, you smart-mouthed little brat! Now get the hell up," she said, wobbling her old self to my dresser in the corner, "I took the liberty of ironing your outfit for today since you failed to."

        "Wow, thanks," I said, getting out of bed. I could tell Margaret was eyeballing me, as I was only in my boxers. She said I was 'inappropriate' for sleeping in my underwear, but I didn't understand. I was in my bed, my room, my privacy. Whatever though, "When will breakfast be ready?"

        "Breakfast will be ready in thirty. Hurry and shower up. Your parents wants to meet with you before school," she announced now making my bed.

        "What? They don't have some big corporate meeting to go to," that was a shocker. Most of the time, they were gone to some big business convention out of state. I rarely see them, and when I do, it's only for a few measily seconds before they head off on another fucking adventure.

        "Unfortunately, they do. But they decided to leave immediately after breakfast. Now hurry and get ready! I'll be damned if you're late the first day of your senior year," Margaret sneered before teetering out of my room. Ugh, you have no idea how much I despise that woman.

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        I stared at myself through the foggy mirror. My green irises stared back, but with a tone of lifelessness. A small sigh escape my lips and I just think to myself, 'One more year, Gabriel. Then you're free...'

        I stepped out my bathroom dressed in a regular black t-shirt, neon red capris, and my brown vans. Jewelry wise, I decided to wear my silver chain and my diamond earrings. I checked myself out in the morror, brushed off some dirt, fixed my hair, and smiled. I looked good! Real good!

        "Boy! Are you ready yet," I heard Margaret yell from outside my door. I rolled my eyes and scoffed hurrying down the stairs to find the old maid waiting with her arms crossed, "It's about time! What took you so long, child?!"

        "I had to make sure I was perfect," I retorted with a smirk. I walked pass her and glanced into an empty dining room. I peered into the kitchen and saw no one there. Then, I wandered into the family room and didn't see my parents. Apparantly, the only people in the house were Margaret and me, "Hey. where's Mom and Dad?"