We were sitted in wes's room talking about the party.
"It's going to be at the twins house and it starts at eight. " He said.
"The twins house? Isn't it almost an hour's drive from here?" I asked.
"Chris,stop looking for excuses not to go. "
"Why did it have to be a party though? Couldn't you have chosen something else?"
"Nah I'm fine with it . Anyways, let's get you something to wear for the party "
"What is wrong with my clothes?"
"Chris, I am not going out with you looking like you came from a funeral"He stood up and went into his closet . He rummaged about for a few minutes and finally took out ripped light blue faded jeans , a white t shirt written "FUCK OFF" in black and a leather jacket.
"No no no I'm not wearing that leather jacket "
"Don't be a spoil sport . Who doesn't wear leather in this century? "
"I'm not putting on a cow's skin"
He looked at me for a few minutes before he started laughing out loudly, really really loudly. Louder than he did when we were at McDonald's and trust me, that was really loud.
"What are you laughing at?"
"No..thi...ng "he said while still laughing.
"You must be stupid to laugh at nothing "
"It's .... you.....skin....."
I looked at him laughing and I couldn't help but crack a grin at that. His laugh was bad . It soundest like a donkey's sound mixed up with a normal human laugh and it was contagious.
I was soon laughing with him as we sat side by side on the floor. I tried to stop but every time I did i would look at wes and we'd start all over again . After a few minutes we finally stopped but huge grins were on our faces. We settled for a normal jacket after I repeatedly refused the leather one.
"You can use my bathroom to take a shower . There are towels and soaps under the sink . You can use my shampoo for your hair of you wish"
"Uh okay . How long do we have before we head out ?"
"It's almost five . So three hours"
"I still think it is a bad idea. "
"Chris, just have faith in me. I promised you that nothing would happen to you and I intend to keep my promise"I entered the shower and took a quick shower . I have never felt comfortable in other people's showers. I always thought they would just appear oit out of nowhere and open the door . I know what your thinking but I can be a bit paranoid at times. I left the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist. My hair was dripping and I was feeling cold.
"Where am I changing?"I asked wes.
"In my room."
"I can't change while you are here"
"Bro ,relax . We have the same body parts . It's not like you have something I don't. "
I could hear the sarcasm in his voice .
"Actually ,I do. It's called dignity. Now ,get out."
"I'm going to take a shower so you'll be alone . I wont peek, I promise."
"You've promised quite a lot or things. "
"I told you ,i keep them so just relax . "He stepped into the shower and only after I heard the shower running did I start changing.
He was done showering in ten minutes as i was dressing. I looked good . I looked at the scars on the upper part of my hands . On the right was all the cuts that I had given myself over the last seven years. On my right was the word "KARMA" carved by a razor . I remembered how I got it and I would have started crying were it not for wes walking into the room . O pulled my sleeve down and looked at him, a smile plastered on my face.
"I'll change in my closet . It's a walk in so there's no problem. You wont see any of my beautifully crafted pieces." He was smirking when he said that .
"Oh please it would be the best thing if I didn't see them . I can't imagine the nightmares i would have"
He walked away from the bathroom and closer to the edge of the bed where I was sitted. He leaned close to my ear then said huskily in my ear,his lips brushing my ear
"Are you sure ? I can drop my towel now "
I jumped from the bed when i processed his words .
"Dude that was gross . "
"Did it works?"
"Not on a million years would I want to see your mini-you"
"Whatever you say . Just know you're missing out " he said while walking into the closest.
"Idiot "
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Born To Be Alone
Short StoryChristian is running away from a dark past. What happens when his past crosses with his present on form of Wesley Maxwell?