Jared Abitol is ugly, past his prime, and desperate for love.
Years of being hyper-aware of his own looks have made Jared develop social anxiety. When you look like Jared, love isn't easy to find. Jared might not have the looks or confidence, but h...
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On Saturday evening Jared looked through the wardrobe for something to wear. His eyes kept scanning his jeans and dress pants, wondering if he would look stupid dressed up formally or underdressed if he wore casual clothes. Darnell had left earlier in the morning, saying he had to help Nathalie with something but would text him the details for the karaoke bar they were supposed to meet in.
Jared covered his mouth with his hand as he continued to look through his closet. Darnell had texted him the bar address about an hour ago, and he had about three hours to get to the bar.
"Shit," Jared cursed, reaching into his closet to pick the closest thing in sight. If he spent any more time looking through his closet, he wouldn't be ready on time. He got into the faded blue jeans and casual long-sleeved top before taking his keys and wallet along with him before leaving his bedroom. He locked up the house, leaving for his car and driving off. It was seven in the evening, but it looked a lot darker because it had rained earlier in the day.
Jared looked at himself in the driver's mirror when he had to stop at a red light. Combing his mess of hair with his fingers before looking back at the road. The bar wasn't far away. It was actually very close to where Darnell had performed drag the other day. As the light turned green and Jared removed his leg from the break, he wondered what Darnell's friend looked like. He did say he had been invited by a friend. Jared was starting to get a little nervous, wondering if it would just be the three of them or if it would a little group. It started to dawn on him that he would be the oldest and most awkward person there. Darnell's friend (or friends) had to be in their twenties or even late teens.
He shook his head, not trying to think too much about it as h's car approached the little bar tucked in between small business buildings and retail stores. The glowing signs and lights were already lighting up the street, and Jared made to drive in the parking lot of the store he had parked at during the drag show.
Jared took out his phone, noticing that Darnell had sent him a text.
Message from: Darnell.
Are you here yet? We could come and meet you where you parked if you want.
SAT, 7:45 P.M.
Jared smiled, feeling his face warm up. He shook his head, wondering why Darnell just texting him had that effect on him. He opened the reply box, typing up a reply.
Message to: Darnell.
Yeah. I'm here. Yes, that would be nice. I'm parked at the same pace I did during your drag show.
SAT, 7:49 P.M.
Jared sent, resting back on the driver's seat as he waited for Darnell and his friend to come and get him. He hummed to himself, starting to feel a little nervous. It would be the first time he would be singing in public, and he just hoped he didn't make a fool out of himself.
