Gay for you

GAY FOR YOU: CHAPTER 26

[A/N: REMINDER THAT THE SINGLE QUOTED ONE ARE SELF THOUGHT DIALOGUES ('...') HAPPY READING]

ARNE'S POV

"Hello?"

"Where are you, kiddo?" If it would have been any other day I would already be revolting my mom about me been twenty-two and that was anything but a kid. But, it was different. I decided to stay silent on the comment.

"I am at the airport mom. I'll be home in an hour, or two in case of traffic" I respond collecting my suitcase from "Baggage carousel".

There was a pause on the other side before she spoke with concern lacing her voice. "Do you want me to send someone to pick you up?"

I couldn't help but smile at her concern "Nah, ma. I'm fine. I can manage" I retort with an "okay" tune.

"Okay, sweety. Just be careful on your way. See you!" she exclaimed energetically before hanging up.

I stared at the phone and chuckled. The only thing I loved about today was that she was happy. And I was a bit calm 'cause I wasn't in New York.

It was Friday, today. The wedding was planned for Sunday. My mom insisted me to come two days before 'cause I was her only "son" which was obvious that I stay for her. And I just wanted to get out of that city as soon as possible. So, when my mom asked I quickly agreed.

Jackson had to stay back due to work so he will be showing up on the wedding day with Dean on his side. That couple was being so annoyingly lovey-dovey that it was actually harder to breathe.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for Jackson. He finally deserves to be getting everything he's been missing out, but I couldn't help but feel the sting of jealousy watching them. Hoping things with me could've been the same.

*Sigh*

I roll my luggage to the nearest washroom. Placing the suitcase beside me I stare at the person whose been staring me back with big eye bags down his red plump eyes and a long pale face.

A sarcastic laugh slips my mouth feeling lower than anything.

This is how I have been since that day. It cost me every ounce of the body to forget the image of them being intimate. This whole week has passed, me been throwing up countless times, avoiding work, ignoring certain someone's calls or messages and being locked away in my room. I only got out of the room when Jackson bought Dean home. And insisted that I should be there to greet him.

Talking to the adorable man did help me a little but it was gone. In no time, I was back to my lifeless self.

I felt everything at once: useless, anxious, depressed and whatnot. It was like looking at my past self.

The one I tried to bury three years ago.

The one I never wanted to meet again.

The one who was also a victim of the certain someone.

But, It wasn't anyone's fault. It was mine. I was blind that I actually trusted him again. I was a fool. A complete loser.

I padded out of the restroom to the exit and managed to hire a cab home. It was still ten in the morning so the weather was quite chilly. I felt a shiver getting into the car but then the air inside warmed me up.

Valentines was on Sunday which made my mom's wedding extra cringe. The decorations for the overdramatic day were displayed around the town.

My eighteen-year self would've loved every part of it. But now it was nothing but an unnecessary commotion. Waste of time and money. Mind the expensive chocolates and gifts.