Flick of the Wrist ↠Maylor↞✔

I2I - Mystery Boy

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"Roger, dear, I promise I'm so sorry!" Freddie only repeats himself as we walk down the pavement by all these little cafés, almost reaching the one Freddie has always wanted to go to with me, but we had never gotten around to it. Our heavy book-bags hang off our shoulders and our breaths are loud. After giving him the cold shoulder around school campus because he pretty much abandoned me last night, he obviously has felt so bad. Now I'm just getting tired of the apologies, "Yeah, yeah. Okay."

"I'll buy you a black coffee. Only one and three-sevenths sugars- just the way you like it."

Hearing that, my eyes brighten towards him. "And you're paying?"

"Yes, it's the least I can do."

"Alright, I forgive you. Now, what were you saying about that boy you met last night?"

Freddie already jumps in excitement and turns his head to me with the biggest grin. He lifts up his wrist so I can read the two letters now displayed, "Jo"... he got another letter... that fast. For the longest time I know he's had only a "J"... Now after the party everything had changed? "Wow, Fred... that's great."

"Yep! The guy's name was John! He was so shy about me flirting with him but he was obviously into it and we had a few drinks... made out, and I'm sure you can guess what happened next,"

I peer around to make sure no one was around us before I lean in to whisper, "You shagged him?"

"Rog, not everything is about shagging!" He says sarcastically, "I wanted you to guess that I cherished the rest of my time with my soulmate the rest of the night!"

I feel jealousy come on, he literally just met John and it's kinda like he knows as much about John as much as I know about Cory. We're closer... we should be closer. Maybe I should make him dinner tonight? To think about it, earlier I checked my wrist once again to see if there were any added letters- and maybe I was hallucinating before, but the "C" seemed very faint- in a sense, that something changed. Or maybe it's nothing? Or maybe this curse is going away?

Our silence rises on as we get closer to the café, but Freddie clears his throat gently and rushes out words. "So, did you meet anyone last night?"

I stare down at my silver sparkly shoes, suddenly thinking back to last night, I fucking forgot completely about it! I remember meeting this guy who saved me from this pervert... but I can't seem to remember his name? Thoughts come back to me, his handsome grin, his gentle voice that I could somehow hear over the yelling and music, how big his hands were... how big his hair was. The only thing a blur is his name... I can't even think of what it starts with. Am I just going crazy or did he actually exist? I do remember the letters on his wrist whenever he took a drink. I studied it long enough to know it was, very specifically, "Chri"

How stupid can I be, only remembering the letters on his wrist?

At this moment, I consider actually telling Freddie about it, but maybe he would shame me about walking away, and not even remembering his fucking name, what would be the point? But then again, I don't want my night to sound completely boring. "Well, I met this gu-"

"Okay, love, I may have shagged him-"

Almost immediately, I burst out laughing, knowing there was absolutely no way that he wouldn't have in the first place, it takes a while for me to actually compose myself, my belly moving in joy as I can hardly breathe as Freddie tries to get all defensive and he gently punches my arm and I let out a fake grunt noise. "You bloody asshole! You really thought I didn't?!"