it's friday.
the air is quite perspiring. the moon is slightly starting to peak out from this somewhat late hour of the evening.
i again take the same bus that's nearby the apartment im currently living in, but take it to a different area that i only interact in when either hanging out or attending parties that one of my closest friends, ian, host.
the bus drives by the entrance that has a light pink brick pattern that has a light burgundy brick coated on top with a sign that reads, "bienvenidos a little village."
the bus comes to a gentle stop and my head jolts up from my phone and i mumble a quick thanks before exiting off the veichle.
i step off and walk onto the sidewalk. i take in the representation of latino culture by the little shops and the people who occupy the sidewalks at this time of day.
this part of chicago reminds me a lot of a boy i dated a while ago. i can't exactly pin point his birth name, but if i were to try maybe it was something like daniel. i can't exactly remember, but he is mexican and in the range of dating he introduced and exposed me to latino culture. the different music and instruments used to give it its flow and way beautiful patterns of bright colors for dresses and other various clothing.
i don't like to think back about him necessarily because of one of the deepest regrets i have from the entire range of my dating cycle.
i had made physical and harmful act with my hand and his face.
we were arguing about something. i believe my drinking and how i tend to get out of control when it enters my system, but we were arguing and it escalated quickly because then all of a sudden he's crying because my hand had struck his face. i slapped him.
i walk down the street and turn into a block with a plethora of houses until i reach the one that's owned by ian and his boyfriend jaden.
i walk quickly up the set of stairs that lead to a heavy door that uses a bit of energy to ajar open.
i give a couple of knocks before the door finally comes to an open.
"hey, matt." ian simply greets as he moves to the side in order to let me walk past him into the house that smells of essentials.
"hey," i nod as i make my way into the familiar living room of his that shares too many memories between us.
"wait, ian," i start to say, placing my hand on his shoulder so he could stop walking toward the friend group.
"i invited a friend. that alright?"
he gives me a simple nod before walking away and sitting on jadens lap.
"oh, hey," ciaran greets once he notices my figure.
"hey," i greet back and more people that sit in a variety of ways on the carpet began to acknowledge my presence.
i sit down, my back leaning against the couch. after a few moments of relaxing, faint knocks are heard. i immediately stand up and start making my way to the door.
"i got it." i announce before i make it to the door.
i open the door and is face to face with joba. his pink hair still messy, he's dressed in a pair of black joggers with a carnation shade hoodie.
i move a step back in order to invite him into the house. he lingers in the small porch with me as i get the door to close.
"this is joba. joba this everyone." i say quickly with my right hand point at the unfamiliar of the group. multiple 'heys' pass through the room.
i get situated in the seat i was occupying on the group before joba showed up.
"ok, we're gonna play truth or dare," ian announces.
"i dont care what you bitches think. im bored as fuck right now." after a small pause he continues, "matt, you start."
i sigh as my eyes wonder throughout the mini circle that we managed to create.
"ciaran, lick one foot on the floor." i say.
he gives me a face of disgust before dragging his tongue across a small portion of the floor.
"imma go now. you nasty fuck, im after you." he threats.
"give me all you got."
"seven minutes in heaven with that dude you brought." he says quickly, pointing to joba.
i glance at joba for a moment before lifting myself off of the ground and onto my feet, walking toward the small closet.
i turn around once i notice that jobas tall figure wasnt following my shorter one.
"you coming?" i say with a smirk, which causes his pastry white face to turn a dark ruby shade. he gets up and hesitantly comes toward the closet.
off topic conversations between others in the group happen as we get situated in the small closet that consist of a few jackets, a camera set that leans against the wall, and a few board games.
"seven minutes!" ian yells as he slams the ajar door close.
i stare into jobas soft eyes, my head titled ever so lightly to meet them.
he stares nervously at my eyes as his heels rock back and forth slightly.
"this is really awkward." he spits out as his hands perform jittery actions.
"i know." i mutter as i gently touch my finger tips with his hair.
i get a better grip on the back of his hair and i gradually lean foward, somewhat getting on my tip toes.
i lean our heads together in order for our lips to meet. his free hands find their way around my waist as he flips us so my back makes contact with the wall. my fingers tangle in his soft hair.
a few more moments a knock is heard on the door. we let go of eachother just in time before the door opens and light shines in our faces. the light from the living room makes the view of our swollen pink lips visible to the group who await at the carpet.
"ok, well, who's next?" i ask, desperately trying to change the subject.
"i dont wanna play anymore." merlyn groans as he eyes the remote.
"tv?" everyone agrees to the suggestion.
a few moments later a poke to my side grabs my attention away from 'bates motel' that plays on the screen.
i turn to my side and is face to face with joba.
"i think imma head off." he declares quietly to me. i nod and get up and announce to the group, "hey, jobas gonna leave. i think imma head off too. bye, see you all later."
everyone says their individual goodbyes as we exit the house.
"hey, matt?" joba asks once the heavy door slams shut.
"yeah?"
"can we talk about the closet incident?"
"what's there to talk about?" i quickly hiss.
"well- just that-" he stammers.
"just that what? nothing happened. just a stupid game of seven minutes in heaven."
"didn't seem like a stupid game to me." he mumbles under his breath.
"what?" i ask begging to reveal annoyance at him.
"it didn't seem like it to me!" he says loudly out of frustration.
"why? do you think i like you or something? because you're wrong. why you wanna bitch about some stupid dare?" i ask as my voice gradually raises.
he stares at me for a moment as tears start to form at the bottom bridge of his eyes.
"fuck this. going home. text you later." i grunt madly as i turn my back on him and began to make my way toward the bus stop, leaving him alone on the empty sidewalk.
this is where it begins.
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rewrote this chapter bc the original sucked.
