The Girl With The Gay Trash Can

Chapter 1

March 1st

Autumn

I guess a birthday card would have been easier to lift than a trash can. However, I had to be my outgoing self. After all, it was my best friend's birthday, so go big or go home as they say. In my case, it's going big and going home, as that is where I was headed.

I had to get her something that reminded me of her and something I knew she would love as dearly as she loved me. Guess what that was. Oh, come on, just give it a guess. So if you either have the IQ of an ork with the intelligence score of 3 in DND or you just skipped the first few sentences, it's a rainbow trash can.

While walking towards the apartment, I happened to walk into a wall in the middle of the sidewalk. While falling to the oh so soft pavement, the trash can went flying. Fuck, my poor trash can.

"Watch where you're going and pay more attention next time." I heard the deep stern voice of the wall. I looked over to find some dude, not a wall, who was also lying on the ground with me. With what I'm assuming was his phone that fell beside him, which now had a shattered screen. That my kiddies is a perfect example of why we don't text and walk into someone carrying a gay trash can.

"I'm sorry mate, I didn't c'ya there." I got up and dusted myself off. I offered him a hand, however, he rudely declined it. He seems to have a plug up his ass. I smile politely. He grabbed his phone and looked at it for a solid minute. "Look what you did." He said with a hard hit of disappointment in his voice as he referred to his phone. I glanced from his eyes to his phone and then back again. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Personally, that seems like your problem, but I'm sure it still works. Have a nice day!" I went to walk off to retrieve my trash can, but Sir Grumpy grabbed my hand.

I looked up at him and raised my eyebrow with a questioning look. He's so lucky I'm wearing my gloves, or I would have punched him in the jugular, god I hate being touched. After staring at me, he let go and walked away. Um'kay. Ignoring what happened, I picked up the trash can and entered the apartment. Luna wasn't going to be back until 18:00, so I had time to make some dinner.

Just as I finished making dinner, the door opened. I looked over to find Luna looking at the trash can that was covered by a blanket. She walked over to it with full intentions to see what was underneath the gray blanket.

"Hey, you gay, don't touch that!" She looked over to me, her eyes glossy, I could tell she was drunk. "Why not?" she frowned.

"It's your present, and I wasn't ready for you to come home yet." I puffed.

"What do you mean it is 6 o'clock". I looked over to the clock and realized it was 15 minutes after 18:00. "Oh, well then sit your ass down and eat, then you can have your present."

Oliver

Today has been a shitty day, first my dog ran away, my submissive contract was up and she left me, a tree fell on my car and to top it off I'm also late for a very important business meeting. While I was texting my brother telling him I might be late, which I never am, I was walked into by some gay looking trash can.

"Watch where you're going and pay more attention next time." I looked over to see a girl with long fire engine hair which was half-covered by a beanie, she pale skin like Caspar. Her eyes were green and wide like a deer caught in the headlights. She had black eyebrows with a multi-colored eyebrow piercing. She wore loose jogging pants with a tight crop top and to match she had a black booted heel on. Her appearance screamed stoner.