𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔻𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

Chapter 7

I think we're now ready to talk about how we ended up in prison; shall we start? I'll leave this task to the storyteller; my work has ended here darlings.

It was during the 3rd month of school that things became weird for the 4. Roger didn't know what he was going to find out, but, during those years, he found out how much Brian and Dominique were friendly with each other; he had absolutely no clue that the two of them had known since they came to high school. It was one regular Monday; Roger and his four friends had school as usual. That particular day, everything looked weird; Roger felt annoyed af and, well, he couldn't really survive during classes. He had something similar to a 6th sense which told him that not everything was ok; he tried to convince himself that it was simply his mind wondering too much. He whispered to himself that the lack of sleep was getting on his nerves. He was thinking about the chat he had the evening before with Dominique:

"So, you and Brian are very good friends, aren't you?"

As an answer, he got her best friend laughing hysterically and rubbing her neck; she looked nervous.

"Yes... We met for the first time in the 10th grade, during a school trip... I can say he is the person I trust the most... Well, after you, of course..."

That explanation made Roger feels weak: it was selfish of him (he knew well) to expect her to have just him who she could trust. And, maybe he didn't felt insecure just for that; he felt something in his stomach which was upsetting him. Mentioning Brian made a strange effect on him, not to talk about imagining about him along with Dominique; yes, he wasn't simply jealous... He had fallen for his two best friends; it was in that exact moment that he understood he wasn't straight anymore. He was bi, but he couldn't admit it! The only smallest idea dancing in his mind had him frightened, scared of what he really was, of who he was becoming. He wasn't against gays and stuff like this; he was instead surprisingly supportive, especially towards his friend Freddie, who was one of them. The problem is that he had never imagined himself in such a situation, he didn't know what to do, and he wanted to ask for help, but he just couldn't.

"Oh, really?"

His voice showed happiness while his soul was braking from the inside.

"Yes... That big poodle and I got along well almost immediately..."

"He is funny unless he starts with one of his lectures about space and how I should behave in school!"

Dominque smiled softly at the idea of how Brian looked cute in those situations: it was his enthusiasm which had her falling in love with him, maybe, that same enthusiasm, got Roger as well...

"Sorry, Rog, but, supper is ready, see you tomorrow!"

"See ya, Dom..."

When the call was hung up, he finally let feelings flooding completely through him. Maybe his face had got wet with weeping; maybe his emotions finally could remerge; maybe it was his soul being freed by itself. This is what was bouncing is his mind... His mood was completely destroyed, he didn't want to go to band practice, he didn't want to talk, he wanted to be alone. It was after the maths lesson that the bell rang. He got simply a walk in the hallway by himself; friends wanted to come with him, but he simply refused. He stopped by a window, he looked down in the school garden; during the break, students could get out of the school to stay in that big garden. Suddenly, Roger noticed a slender figure with curly brown hair; it was surely Brian. He was with a friend, smaller than him. Roger told himself not to do what he was thinking of; his mind won for the second time that day. He took out his phone from his pocket, opened the camera, and zoomed in on Brian's slender figure. He couldn't recognise all his details; he could just shapes and blurry details (His butt looked good even if not in high definition). He then tried to identify who was talking with him; his heart sank when he saw her little shapes, her hair and, well, the way she moved... Dominique was with him, which was hurting Roger. But, the thing that made him break inside was another. He saw Brian wrapping with his harms her tiny body, and then they kissed. No, he wasn't crying; he didn't have enough tears and strength to weep himself... He stood there, watching that scene from far away without the opportunity to touch it, without the opportunity to stop it from the beginning. Maybe he was dreaming, maybe he was acting in a heartbreaking film; the hard truth was that he was an actor in his life...