Intoxication, Paranoia & A lot of Fame

Promises

After that little bathroom incident and having to sneak into the living room butt naked to grab my clothes, I could officially say, that I HATED that completely bipolar... yet extremely attractive Mexican man. I even made a little promise to myself to ignore him at all costs so that I could get him the fuck out of my head.

Did I find his random mood swings annoying?

Yes.

Did I find myself thinking about what it would be like to crash my lips against his?

Yes.

Did I find myself wanting to punch him in the fucking face?

Once again, yes, yes a thousand times yes.

I knew from the second I saw him on the plane, I was attracted to him, but he has managed to confuse me with his back and fourth personalities. Looking back, I hadn't even thought about my sexuality before... ever. I'm not gay... am I?

"Hey man, is your face still red? I mean you came running out of the bathroom naked like an hour ago," Justin reminded me with a laugh as he plopped the box of pizza he just ordered between us. I guess he gave up on making dinner.

"My face isn't red," I whined as I shook my hair so that it fell in front of my face a little more. "And I wasn't running."

"Whatever you wanna think Kellin. But, while you were showering I got a phone call and it turns out that Vic's boss is having a little employee of the month sort of party and she told me to come and bring a date, but seeing as I don't have a girlfriend... I thought I'd bring you! Whadaya say?" Justin beamed with obvious enthusiasm in his voice. I wasn't very into the whole idea of parties and people, but it seemed like he really wanted to go and for me to come with, so I reluctantly nodded my head.

"Fine, I'll go," I sighed, "but I have one question... Who's Vic?"

Justin just laughed and looked at me like I just asked the stupidest question in the world, while I just put my hands up in defense.

"He's only the guy that gave you that black eye," he chuckled as he took a bite of his pizza.

"Well shit," I mumbled as I face palmed and thought about my promise to avoid him at all costs. I guess I spoke too soon about saying yes to that party...

"Hey man you already said yes," Justin laughed as he wiped his hands on his pants. Did I say that out loud?

"The party is Monday night around 8ish, which is tomorrow. I don't have work, but I have college during the day and won't be home until around 5."

"If you don't have work, that means I'm on my own tomorrow right?" I asked as I wiped my face with my napkin and got up to throw my plate away. I'll admit I was kind of nervous to be alone, but just as excited to be able to explore the city.

"Yeah man," Justin chuckled. "Your free to do whatever you want, just don't bring a girl home and you know," he said, shooting me a knowing look.

"I don't think you'll have to worry about that," I said with a nervous laugh. "I think I'm gonna check out the beach," I said, getting up from my chair at the kitchen island.

Justin tosses the pizza box with the rest of the pizza in the fridge and followed me out of the kitchen and towards the living room area.

"Just don't get lost and feel free to give me a call anytime," he smiled, putting his arm around me.

"Thanks," I said as we parted ways. I watched as Justin walked to his bedroom and slid the tinted glass door shut.

I plopped myself down on the couch and sighed as the memories of earlier today flooded back into my mind. Why couldn't I get that damn guy out of my fucking head? Another sigh.

Vic. I repeated his name over and over again in my head as I pictures his perfect face so close to mine. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him I chanted as I sat up and took my shirt off, tossing it into my bag, leaving me in only boxers to sleep in.

After I got snuggled under the blankets on the couch, I sighed and began to feel my eye lids becoming heavy. With a yawn, I rolled onto my side, shut my eyes and let sleep consume me.

***

Sunlight flowed in from the big glass windows of the living room, warming me as my eyes fluttered open. Sitting up, I scanned the room, but didn't see anyone. I took a look at the clock and saw that it was already 11 in the morning. I stretched my arms up and yawned, blinking a few times to wake up my eyes. My stomach grumbled and I took that as a hint to go find something to eat.

As I headed over to the fridge, something caught my attention in the corner of my eye. I looked towards Justin's room, but didn't see anything.

"Hello?" I shouted kind of timidly.

Nothing.

I shrugged and took the pizza box from last night out of the fridge and grabbed a slice of pepperoni. Seeing as I was all by myself, I took this opportunity to hum and sing parts of a song that I had written back at home.

"Is there a right way for how this goes.. Hmmm hmm hmm.. nobody's gonna hold your hand and guide you through no it's up for you to understand... Hmmm hmmmm," I sang and hummed as I took bites of my pizza in between lines. With my eyes closed, I could feel myself getting into the mood for a little dancing. So, after I finished my pizza, I decided it was time to break it down. From my position near the fridge, I strutted in front of the kitchen island so that I was in the middle of the apartment. I'll need the room for all of my incredible moves. It doesn't take me long to think of a good dancing song, and before I knew it, my booty was already swaying back and fourth.

"My anaconda don't" *shakes booty*
"My anaconda don't" *flips hair*
"My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun" *twerks*

"Uh uh- WERK- break it down Kellin," I shouted with a little too much sass as I danced around making sure to stick out my booty as much as possible. Wait. You can never have too much sass.

While dancing and singing to horrible pop music that was stuck in my head for whatever reason, I heard the familiar ringtone of my cellphone:
'SAY WHAT YOU MEEAAN TELL ME IM RIIGGHHT, AND LET THE SUN RAIN DOWN ON ME, GIVE ME A SIIGNN I WANNA BELIEVVEEE... . .. . WHOOAAOAAOO MONA LISA...'

I had barely touched the thing for the past couple days and I almost completely forgot about it. I jogged over to the couch from my stage in front of the kitchen island and dug around in my bag before pulling out my phone. As I looked on the screen, I was surprised to see Justin's face pop up. I answered, but not before letting my amazing ring tone play for a little longer while I jammed out.

"He-Hello?" I heaved, still out of breath from my twerk session.

"Oh hey man, just calling to check up on things and make sure your still alive," Justin said with a slight chuckle. "Are you alright man?"

"Oh yeah, pshhh I'm fine," I said, finally catching my breath. "I'm about to head out actually."

"Glad to hear things are good. Alright man well my lunch is almost over so I'll see ya around 5ish," he reminded me.

"Sounds good. Alright man, peace," I said as I hang up.

I suddenly found myself really wanting to get to the beach, so I grabbed a pair of Justin's sunglasses from the coffee table and headed towards the door. As I slid the heavy wooden door open, I felt a breeze from the air conditioned hallway, helping me realize something kind of important... Clothes are a good thing to have in public.