A New Year's Kiss (BoyxBoy)

32. A Big Green Face

Alex

I was in pain. Agonising, excruciating pain.

"Do it again Alex," my physiotherapist said. I swear this woman was some kind of masochist.

I tried moving my arm, doing the exercises that she had asked for, but my shoulder burnt from the pain and I was tired from a lack of sleep. I dropped my arm back down in defeat.

"I can't do it!" I said in annoyance.

"Yes you can, now try again!"

I moaned but lifted my arm again trying to do the exercise. I grunted with the effort and tried to blank out the searing pain.

"AAARRRGGHHH!" I shouted as I dropped my arm back down.

I hated this, I hated doctor Madison and I hated this damn hospital.

"Try again Alex", doctor Madison said.

"NO!" I shouted, "I'VE WILL NOT FUCKING TRY AGAIN. I'M DONE. NOW GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE."

Doctor Madison scowled at me. She didn't seem upset by my outburst. She was probably used to it. Her job was basically pushing people into pain.

"Ok, we'll stop for today, but all that means is I'll be expecting double the effort from you tomorrow."

I groaned with displeasure but gratefully left to go back to my room.

I lay on my bed feeling exceptionally sorry for myself. And there was only one person I could blame. I wished he was here so I could scream and shout at him, so I could pound on his chest and tell him how he'd ruined my life. And I'd grab hold of his shoulders and shake him before getting close, getting right into his face, so close that I could feel his breath on my skin. And then I'd look deep into those dark blue eyes and I'd tell him, I'd tell him how much I hated him, how much I wish I'd never met him, and how much I wanted to just scream until it all went away.

I grabbed onto the sheets on my bed and balled my fists imagining it was Jay's tee-shirt. Oh, how I wished it was him I was holding right now.

I sat up abruptly, trying to snap myself out of my train of thought, not liking where it was going.

My eyes glanced round the room and landed on the CD that was on my bedside table. I leant over and picked it up, flipping it over in my hands.

I knew why he'd brought this one.

My music tastes were a little different to Jay's and so when we used to hang out together, he'd never let me play what I liked. It didn't bother me at the time. I knew my music taste was not mainstream so I settled for listening to what other people put on. Besides, no one but Jay knew my music taste anyway. It wasn't exactly something I wanted people to know.

So when Jay would play his music, I wouldn't moan. But I did sometimes show a preference for which of his CDs I prefered, and Kings of Leon was the one I would usually choose to play.

But this didn't mean I liked it. It was just the best of a bad bunch.

So you see, Jay didn't know me. Not really.

I looked around my room and my eyes landed on the small CD player in the corner. Maybe I would listen to it. Just for old times sake. And to remind myself of just how much I disliked the music.

I opened the CD case, and immediately dropped it onto the bed in shock. Staring at me from the inside of the CD case was a big green face. The unmistakable face of the witch from the musical Wicked. And on the other side of the case was a pink post-it note with the words 'no-one will ever know' and a winking smiley face, written in Jay's hand.