The Fantasy of it All

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Craig's POV:

Oh, my fucking God. Ronnie fucking Radke just e-mailed me out of nowhere. Part of me wants to delete it, ignore him completely. But...the other part of me wants to open it. To know what he has to say. Hoping it's all good, I decide to look at it. As I read his e-mail, my eyes began to tear up.

Craig,

I know you're pissed at me. Fuck, I was pissed at you, too. But, I think it's time to put our differences aside. Be friends, so to speak. Look, I guess what I'm trying to say is...I'm sorry. Meet me at the old movie theater in Las Vegas, tomorrow night. I wanna talk to you in person.

                                                                                                                                                               Much Love,

                                                                                                                                                                      Ronnie

"I love you, Ronnie." I whispered, softly, shocking myself with such words. Why, exactly, did I just say that? I don't love Ronnie. Do I? I shook my head like a wet dog for a moment, then replied.

Ronnie,

I forgive you. I'm sorry, too. Idk what got over me. You didn't deserve all the hell I put you through. I hope you can forgive me, too. What time did you wanna meet up?

                                                                                                                                                                Your Friend,

                                                                                                                                                                             Craig

Almost immediately, I receive another e-mail.

Craig,

1. I did not expect you to answer. Lol.

2. I forgive you, too. :)

3. Shall we say around 10:30 am?

                                                                                                                                                                  Much Love,

                                                                                                                                                                          Ronnie

Ronnie,

I'll be there! :)

                                                                                                                                                                    Your friend,

                                                                                                                                                                                 Craig

With that, our conversation was over...for the time being. Smiling like a total idiot, I stand from my computer chair and walk over to my bed, plopping down face first onto it. I smiled as I turned over onto my back, just the mere thought of seeing Ronnie again was enough to make me happy. CRAIG! STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT! You're straight, he's straight! JUST...STOP! But, try as I might, I couldn't stop thinking about Ronnie. The way his lips would feel pressed against mine. The way he'd feel against my body. All of it. I soon drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what could be with Ronnie.

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