A Tale From The Closet (Grant O'Brien Collegehumor fanfiction)

Chapter 7:

I went home plopped on the bed, didn't bother to change and slept. It felt like everything last night was a dream.

Grant would still be here. He would whisper like a creep in my ear and drag me out of my bed. He'd be downstairs getting ready for school, making both of us breakfast. I would be doing dishes. Me and him leave the same time and go out own ways near the drive in. He'd be at work after school and I'd go home and wait for him.

But none of that happened. Instead, the alarm went off and I got ready for school. I looked at his bed, empty. The box I found his diary at was still there. I still didn't know what he thought about me stealing and butting in his personal stuff.

I didn't eat breakfast and went to school on an empty stomach. I didn't feel like eating. I went to school. That day, I didn't pay attention to anything the teachers said. I was thinking what will be the fate of Grant. Teachers didn't seem to care, none of them do.

School ends and Ally stops by, I didn't feel like it but she tried to lighten my mood up.

'You okay?' She asks me, 'Where's that question of "What you think of Weezer so far?"?'

'It's fine, I don't wanna talk about it.' I grunted, 'I want to have some alone time, is that okay? I'll hang around tomorrow.'

  'Okay, take care.' She mumbled and walked off. I could see she felt a little hurt, like a shove in the shoulder from what I said.

  I wanted to go to the prison, alone. Me and Grant just talking the whole day. I wanted to see him, longed it.

  I got to the local prison and asked if I could see Grant. They allowed and let me sit in the visitor's area, a few minutes later, Grant dressed now in an orange prison uniform comes in. The cop tells him to cool it and he nods. He still didn't have his glasses. The guy couldn't see a thing near, couldn't see my face well.

  'Julian?' He squinted, trying hard to see without his glasses, 'Hey, you okay?'

  'I'm-I'm fine.' I stammered, 'You screwed up big time, why didn't you run away with me?'

  'I don't want mom and dad worrying about their two sons in the cooler, they've never. Only one of us can and I take responsibility.' He explained.

  'I can't believe it!' I snapped at him, already to a wail. A tear went running down my cheek, 'Why are you okay with this?! I don't care about them, I care about you, man!'

  'Julian,' he sighed and wrapped his arms around me, crying. I was upset, he was in jail for no reason, technically. Honestly, there was never a time, Grant was away from me, for months or years. This was gonna get to me easily.

  'I'll be fine.' He smiled, ' I'll get out of here easily.'

I doubted him even more.

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I left the prison and went home. It was quiet, no one shouting or singing songs from musicals I've never heard of. It was silent, I felt even worse. I felt really alone, that I decided to read his journal again. It was a few months after his last entry I read.

'9/24/1994

I haven't wrote in along time since at this point, I found others. I found men and go actually had the same problem I have; lost identity.

It was this old house in the back of the drive in I hang around with friends. The first person who introduced me was a friend of mine, Alex Lewis. He showed me the place and let me stay there whenever I wanted. My first few stays there were awkward. Most of the time men were shirtless, even nude. But I kinda got used to it. Smoking grass was a common thing people in the house did but I smoked cigarettes instead, not that much as before since I was trying to cut it.