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

Chapter 10:

  For most of the time, instead of looking for Grant, I sat in front of Trapp's grave talking to him, as if he would be in front of me answering or listening. I was listening again to Weezer on the cassette player. The sky was cloudy, but didn't look like it was gonna rain.

  'You know, Trapp, Grants bisexual the whole time.' I said, my response was silence, 'He ran away 'cause he couldn't stand me, or his parents, or anyone for a fact.'

  'Where the hell could that mother—cker be?' It was weird of me saying mofo completely. But I really want to know now. It caused Trapp's life, his mother to feel terrible and miserable.

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  One night, I was reading Grant's journal. Mrs. O'Brien came into my room, saying someone was downstairs looking for me. I wasn't expecting anyone, Ally wasn't calling me, Katie and Rekha were searching tonight.

  I went downstairs and saw Pothead Paul, standing in the living room. Mr. O'Brien was out working. Paul now showered, cut his hair (made me remember to cut mine) and didn't looked high or smoked it, yet.

  'Hey, Julian,' he greeted but not in a happy tone. It was like the normal 'Hey' you would get from a stranger, 'Got some news for you about Grant.'

  'What is it?' I asked him

  'Well, he dropped by the other day. I couldn't really get a hold of him, I was stoned good. He gave Alex a letter and Alex told me to give it to you.' He explained.

  He produces a folded piece of notebook paper out of his flannel and hands it to me. I take it and unfolded it.

  'Julian,

     I'm sorry about running away. I don't wanna come back home. I hope you understand. Mom and dad, they'll kick me out anyway if I tell them the truth. I can't stand it there. They don't care about me. They like you more than me. Don't feel bad, but it's the truth. I'm not mad at you for it, but I wish they would at least show they care about me.

     I'm not telling you where I am. I know you. You'll find me and beg me to come home. I don't wanna. But I'm fine, I come by the gay bar every once in a while but I don't stay there. I'm giving this to Paul to give it to you. I don't know how're your feeling about me now. I don't know if I'll ever come back.

     I heard about Trapp. It makes me want to come home less. Trapp was my best friend but I owe him a lot for saving my brother. He was a great guy, but I can't just come back, I'm no different than Josh if I did. But his death, it bothers me a ton.

  Hope you're doing okay. Don't go do anything stupid while I'm gone. Miss you, bud. I'll see you around.

  Grant

I stare at it and crumple it to a ball, throwing it. Paul stares at me dumbfounded, or high. I couldn't tell, or care. He wasn't gonna be convinced at all to come home. I'm pissed off now, he runs away and tells me not to go looking for him, didn't he realize what it done to Trapp? His mom? No, but I can't blame Grant either. His parents, not willing to care or make him feel like a son because of his sexuality.

'How long ago was this?' I ask him.

'Alex said about a few days ago.' He lazily said, 'I don't see him at all. But I've heard rumors, man.'