It's Like, Really Gay

11. Dreams

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
It fell. It dropped.
In my hands.
Blood was dripping in my hands.
A banana appeared. It melted into me.
A mirror shattered.
Rickety Cricket appeared with his eyes glowing red.
Dennis appeared with his eyes glowing blue.
Rickety Cricket tried to bite my neck. Dennis was trying to fight him off but I allowed Rickety to bite me.
I bled as I fell on the floor. Before my vision went blurry I saw Rickety grin, exposing his rotten teeth.

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9:20 a.m.
On a Sunday
Mac's apartment
Mac's POV

I woke up from a dreadful dream. It felt oddly realistic. Maybe that was a sign from God about Rickety Cricket? I shrugged it off. It was probably just a weird dream. I got out of bed and walked into the shower. I stared at myself in the mirror. I felt drained. I think I need a shower.
When I came out of the shower I went to check on my phone. I had a missed call from Dee. I called her back.

"Hello Dee." I groaned. "Why did you call me?"
"So you know that Rickety Cricket guy you've been banging?"
"We're not smashing." I told her.
"Oh. Anyway, before Rickety Cricket became homeless he was like super into me."
I laughed. "Yeah, right. Goodbye Dee."
"GODDAMNIT MAC FINE!" She shouted through the phone before I could end the call. "I GUESS YOU DON'T NEED TO HEAR HIS SECRET."
"His secret?"
"Yeah, dickface. Come over at six and we can talk about it more."
She hung up. I don't really want to see her but I need to know Rickety's secret.

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6:00 p.m.
Dee's apartment
Mac's POV

I knocked on Dee's door. She unlocked it.
"Wow, you're never here early." Dee said.
"Yeah, well, this is important to me, alright?" I told her.
"Okay, sit down then." She ordered me. "Rickety Cricket is not who you think he is." I raised my eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"I'll explain soon. Once I tell you, I might die." Dee closed her blinds and lit up some candles. What the hell is she doing?
"Rickety Cricket is a... homeless drug addict." Thunder roared. The power went off for a minute. I felt my heart drop.
"Huh," She mumbled. "I didn't expect the thunder to happen."
"You're lying! Rickety Cricket is the nicest, most attractive man I have ever met!" I yelled.
"He's a street rat who snorts crack." Dee told me.
I sat there rubbing my eyes. I guess he does look kind of homeless.
"Do you remember Mathew Mara from high school?" She asked me.
"Oh yeah! He was such a scrawny little nerd. I wonder what he's doing now?"
"You... don't remember?" Dee said with attitude. "He became a priest. You guys wanted me to flirt with him a couple years ago so he could bless our Jesus stain?"
"Hmm. No."
"HOW DO YOU NOT REMEMBER!" Dee squawked.
"I DON'T KNOW YOU STUPID BIRD!"
"LOOK, ASS FACE!" Dee yelled. She shoved her senior yearbook in my face, pointing at a someone who looked like Rickety. "That's him? See? Mathew Mara is Rickety Cricket."
I laid down on the couch and hid my face on her pillow. I yelled. How could I have not recognized it before? I don't think I can be with him anymore know that I know who he really is.

I lifted my face off the pillow. "Wait, how did he become homeless?" I questioned her.
"I think he quitted the priesthood for me like some sucker. Then he started doing drugs. I see him by my building sometimes. His brain is so cooked he doesn't even remember me, and probably doesn't remember you either."
I looked down at my shoes and frowned. "Oh... So what's with the candles and shit?"
"I'm trying a new character named Crystal Hart. She's a talented psychic who came from Arabia and—"
"Okay, okay! Stop squawking you big bird." I complained as I got up to leave.
Before I opened the door, I felt my phone vibrate. It was a message from Charlie, which read: Rackit Dnice r icing! Pls over asap!
"Who is that?" Dee asked.
"Charlie. He trying to text me but I don't know what the fuck he's saying."
"Let me see." Dee said as she grabbed my phone out of my hand. She stared at my phone for a moment. "Oh! He's telling you that Dennis and Rickety Cricket are having a fight and you should come over asap."
"SHIT! I got go then." I said as I stormed out of her apartment. I hope I'm not too late.

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6:15 p.m.
Dennis' apartment
Dennis' POV

"Why am I here?" Rickety Cricket asked.
"I don't trust you. I want you to know that if you lay a hand on Mac I will kill you."
Rickety Cricket laughed. "I've already touched him... everywhere!"
"But I already tasted him." I said. Cricket glared at me.
"Fight me then." He growled. I punched him on the side of the face. He punched back. Moments later we ended up on the floor, strangling and kicking each other. Charlie woke up from his nap and tried to stop us.
"HEY! WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH!" He yelled as he tried to get in the middle of us. Rickety accidentally kicked Charlie on his shin and collapsed. "HOLY FUCK DUDE THAT HURT!" He wailed. Charlie then pulled out his phone and started texting. "I'm calling Mac."
The ass-kicking continued. Cricket was starting to bleed. He was losing significantly.
"I'm here!" I heard Mac shout. Finally, my sweet prince came to the rescue. He ran over and pushed Rickety off of me.
"GET OFF OF HIM YOU DISGUSTING INSECT!" He shouted at him.
"What the FUCK do you mean?!" He screamed at Mac. He started to tear up a little.
"I'm sorry but I think we need to see other people." Mac said quietly. Cricket got angry. He grabbed a knife out of his pocket and grazed Mac's with it, causing a deep wound to his abdomen.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Mac exclaimed.
"You were a waste of my time. We're done." Cricket said.
"NO SHIT!" Mac yelled. Cricket left the room.

Charlie ran up to grab a dirty towel from the kitchen to attend Mac's wound. I held him up.
"C'mon dude, lets take you to the hospital." I told him.
Mac shot me a cute smile at me weakly. "Yeah, I'd like that." Charlie ran over to help me hold Mac as we walked to my car.