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seven

seven - scaly little friend's got my backup

During breakfast this next morning, I can't help but notice the box with holes in the top in the corner of the kitchen. I don't say anything about it, but it doesn't go unacknowledged. I soon notice a pattern in this morning's breakfast. I'm getting spoiled with these Pac-Man pancakes and my mom let me have dairy, but why?

I take a bite of the last of my pancakes before going to say something. "What happened?" I ask Momma. This can't be happening for any good reason.

"What do you mean?" She responds. I notice that she doesn't have a plate. Not eating? This might be worse than I thought.

"You let me have dairy, Mom. Something's wrong." I'm being completely serious, but Momma and Jeremy laugh. It feels as if they have a joke that I'm not in on. "What's going on?" I ask again, starting to feel upset because I want to be included.

"Can I get the box?" Jeremy asks Momma excitedly. She gives a smile and nods. Jeremy almost trips trying to get up from the table, running to the box in the corner. "You're gonna love it, Michael!"

I feel a smile spread across my face, starting to drum my hands on table in my excitement. "I'm ready for whatever early birthday fuckery this is." Just realizing that it's almost my birthday. Momma warns me for language, but I don't listen. I'm too excited. They tell me to open the box, and I do. I peek inside.

"Oh my God, it's what I've always wanted."

I reach into the box and gently take the lizard inside into my hands. He's so scaly and cute. I've wanted a lizard or a dog since I was six, and this makes me the happiest cancer boy in the world. I can't stop smiling. I set the lizard on my head and he digs his little lizard claws into my brain, probably drawing blood, but I don't care.

I start crying. "He's so beautiful." I whisper.

"What are you gonna name him?" Jeremy asks me, wiping a few tears from my cheek with a smile. I notice Momma's little smirk, which makes me go red.

"Ninja," The name immediately comes to mind. I've had it up in my mind for ten years. I've been thinking about this for a while, you can tell. I didn't think I was actually going to get a lizard. "Whose idea was this?" I ask.

Jeremy raises his hand shyly. "I remembered your ranting about lizards. We discussed it while making breakfast the other morning, and so we went and got Ninja this morning."

My lip quivers and I give Jeremy a smile. "Thank you," I look at Momma. "And thank you!"

"You've still got that lizard on your head." Is all she says, but she says it teasingly and with a smile. I nod and Ninja doesn't even move an inch. I look back at Jeremy and I pull him into a kiss, right with the lizard on my head and right in front of Momma. It doesn't seem to bother Jeremy, so it doesn't bother me. I smile into the kiss, knowing that there's a cute as hell lizard on my head as I'm kissing my boyfriend in front of my mom. Wait, best friend?

...No. Boyfriend. Sounds better.

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I'm so glad that I learned how to sew. Okay, I had to learn a lot. The first time I tried sewing, this girl in my art class wanted tiny clothes for her pose mannequin and I offered to make them because I thought it was easy. I got stoned later that night and remembered to do the clothes, using nothing but the sewing box I stole from Momma's room, a pair of school scissors, old curtains and YouTube tutorials. They turned out incredibly terrible.

But anyways, back to the point. I'm glad I learned how to sew because I just made a pride flag for Ninja's terrarium. I know he's going to eat it or piss on it, but I'm always going to make another one. I've only had this reptile for a day and I've already told him that I'm going to die just for him. Sad thing is, it's kind of true.

Jeremy sneaks up behind me and hugs me from behind, tucking his arms underneath mine. He laughs quietly as it sort of startled me, but I brush it off and I smile. He sets his head on my shoulder and I can tell that he's bent all the way over just to be eye contact level with me. To be fair, I'm sitting down at my desk. I'm not an elf.

Jeremy looks at the pride flag and grins. "Aw, is Ninja gay?"

"He'll come out in his own time. Right now he's an ally. He's got two daddies." I smile, taking Jeremy's hands and kissing them.

"I'm his daddy?"

"No. You're his dad. I'm his daddy." I correct him. I point at Ninja in his terrarium. "Look at our son, he's so beautiful."

"Sexy." Jeremy says with a chuckle.

I gasp, "Jeremy!"

Jeremy stands up and his arms leave their spot from around me. "What? They're synonyms."

"You know what else a synonym? My dick in your-"

"I don't think that's a synonym, Michael."

"Vocab quiz with Jeremy Heere. Thank you, teacher. Fuck off." I say, holding up my middle finger to his face with a smile.

"Is that attitude?" He asks, pushing my finger down, but it just goes back up.

"Yeah," I tease, turning back to Ninja and putting my finger down. "Look at our son, Jeremy. They grow up so fast."

Jeremy kisses my head. "They sure do," He says, playing with my hair. He leans back down to look at me. "Uh, Michael?"

"Yeah-?" I feel something trickle down my face from my nose. My hand goes up to feel what it is, then I pull my hand away to look. "A nosebleed?"

Jeremy reaches across my desk and grabs me the tissues, handing some to me. I hold them up to my nose to help stop the bleeding. This has happened before, quite a few times, actually. Something tells me that it has to do with the cancer. (That something is called Google.)

"Here, I'll clean this up." Jeremy says, grabbing some more tissues. I look where he's looking and I see a pool of blood on my desk.

"Oops."

"It's no big deal...right?" Jeremy asks, beginning to clean up the mess. I shrug as I keep holding the tissues to my nose, incredibly grossed out by this process.

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Uhhh this chapter was wack and I wasn't able to finish it take it please so I can keep writing