So Wrong, It's Right - ImmortalAnex

Poppin' Champagne

IM BACK

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I laughed, feeling a bit dazed as I took another sip of my drink. It was frankly rather amazing that I hadn't yet gotten bored of these sorts of parties. I get caught up in the moment, I guess, but not in the right way. These rich people wearing fancy clothes and drinking expensive drinks as they talked about whatever the hell it was they talked about. Most of the time, I didn't pay much attention. I myself was never invited to these things, but James was, and he brought me along. 

I was kind of getting used to it at this point, to be honest. I only really went along for what happened after. Drunk James was one hell of a good fuck. Don't get me wrong, it's not bad when he's sober either, but it's just better when he's, y'know, pretending it's not me. He does that better when he's drunk.

It should probably bother me, but since I care about him as much as he cares about me, I don't mind. The group of people I'd been chatting with had mostly dispersed. I guess they noticed my blank expression and got bored of me. I glanced around the room, trying to spot James. We'd been here a while now, he was probably drunk enough. When I didn't see him, I slipped upstairs, wondering if maybe he was in one of the doubtless million bathrooms this place held.

It proved to be a rather long walk. The house - or rather, the mansion - was truly extravagant. James's house wasn't even as big as this one, and his was huge. For what reason, I'll never know. He basically gave me my own wing, and I'm betting that's just as much because he doesn't want to waste space than it is he'd rather not see me all the time. I mean, yeah, I'd gotten a lot better since he found me and offered me a house, but really: Who'd want to hang around with some homeless guy they found on the streets? I guess it doesn't really make sense. Why would he take me in, clothe me, house me, and fuck me if he couldn't stand the sight of me?

I shook my head, finally reaching the bathroom door. That's one thing I guess I'll just never understand about James.  I lifted my hand and knocked on the bathroom door. 

"James?" I called. "Are you in there?" 

I didn't receive a response. That was odd. If he wasn't there, then--? 

"Fuck, James, right there!" 

It felt more or less like I'd been punched in the stomach. I knew where James was now. I kind of wish I'd never found out. Part of me wanted to turn and run but another part of me wanted to know who it was. Another part, a part that was growing steadily bigger, was extremely worried, because... If James was with who I think he's with, then he won't have a use for me anymore. And if he doesn't have a use for me, then he's not going to keep me around. I can't go back to being homeless, I just can't.

When James called the other man's name my suspiscions were confirmed and my mind turned more or less to mush. I started to back away slowly, my mind turning over and over as worry took hold. Worry, fear, panic... Numerous negative emotions, although none of them were the ones to really be expected given the circumstances. Shouldn't I feel betrayed? Heartbroken? Hurt? No, I guess not. We weren't really together, anyway. 

Still backing away, I reached the top of the stairs. I turned to run down them properly, to get to James's house as soon as possible and take what I could, but I'd misjudged the distance and I nearly fell. 

"Whoa, careful there," a voice said as their arms wrapped around me, steadying me. We were on the stairs, how the hell did this guy manage to keep his balance? 

"S-Sorry," I muttered, pulling myself out of his grasp and standing properly. I looked up and nearly gasped out loud. It was the goddamn owner of the house! What was he going to think of me? I looked so nervous, what if he thought I stole something? Oh, god, he's going to have me arrested. Although, I guess prison wouldn't be as bad as homelessness...