Hate You More (Chapter 6)

It was morning. At least I thought it was. I tried to wake up but I fell right back on the bed. My head felt heavier than ever. I wasn’t able to open my eyes. Every inch of my body was all sore. But like it or not, I had to get up. Still, I couldn’t open my eyes with the severe headache I was having. I failed to get up. Instead, I fell on the other side of my bed. I could almost swear I landed on someone’s chest because I could feel my body moving up and down with the person’s breathing. It freaked the hell out of me. I opened my eyes.

“Oh my god!!”. I screamed and scared the hell out of him. He jumped out of the bedspread, screaming as well. And the worst I could ever imagine, happened. In front of my very eyes. HE WAS NAKED! He wasn’t topless. He wasn’t wearing any boxer. I said HE WAS NAKED! As in look-at-me-with-the-thing kind of naked. I screamed, again. So did him. Even louder than I did.

“What the f**k are you doing in my room?”, I said to him. He was still screaming. I threw a pillow right to his head. He calmed. But his chest was visibly going up and down.

“Ouch!”. He gently rubbed his head. Gay! Gay!

“Get the hell out of my f**king room, you a**hole!”, I yelled.

“Your room? This is MY room!”. He yelled back. I looked around. He was right. It was one of the rooms in my house but not the one I usually slept in. It was his room. Well, technically. I gave him that room. But what was I doing in his room? He was naked. And I was… Wait! I laid my hand on my chest that was covered by the blanket. I heaved a sigh. I was relieved I still got my clothes on. I looked at him.

“Joshua! What the hell is going on? Why am I in your room and why are you…oh my god! Would you put something on? Are you trying to put me in therapy?”. I put my hand over my head. My head felt like it was going to explode. My head got heavier from all the screaming. Joshua put on his pink boxer. OK. Don’t even get me started on that boxer.

“We were in that club you brought me. And, boy, I had no idea you were such a drinker.”. Hearing his explanation had me having flashbacks from last night.

“You mean I passed out?”, I asked. He nodded. He walked to a corner in that room and picked up a black leather jacket. He threw it to me.

“And you threw up.”. The jacket’s stripes almost ruined. “I puked on your jacket?”. I asked, putting a poker face. He laughed but not the kind of laugh you make when you think it tickles . More like a haha-you-are-dead kind of laugh.
“I wish. You puked IN my jacket. In its pockets. BOTH SIDES!”. His mouth was still open and his face turned really red.

“Will you stop being such a drag-drama queen? I’ll get you a better one. I mean real leather. Not some fake leather you bought in some black market or something.”. I threw that stupid jacket back to him. He grabbed the jacket. “It’s real leather!”. He said. “How much did you buy it?”, I asked with poise. “$70”. I laughed.

“Oh it’s FAKE!”. I tucked out of the bed and walked out. I needed a shower. I walked into my room and went into the bathroom. I opened the door.

“Arghhhhhhh!!”. I screamed my lungs out. Joshua dashed into the bathroom and saw me looking into the bathtub. He was, too, shocked. “Oh man!” , he said while scratching his head. He didn’t have the guts to even look at me.

“What..What..is this dude doing in my bathtub of my bathroom in my f**cking HOUSE???”, I asked. I helped myself from screaming to avoid from having that explosive headache again.

“I met him in the club last night. We got to talking and he said he needed a place to sleep for one night. So, I brought him with us.”, he explained. I took a really deep and long breath. I walked slowly to him until my chest touched his. His face never looked that scared. I felt sorry for him but my anger took it way. I walked out of the bathroom while pulling his hand.

“You brought a stranger in my house? What were you thinking? I have a lot going on in my life and killing a stranger….aint one of them!”, I said while trying to keep my voice down. Joshua was just standing in front of me, looking at his feet. He didn’t say a word.

“I want you to get that stranger out of my house. He might steal stuff, you know?”, I warned. Joshua looked up and tried to say something but…

“That ‘stranger’ has a name!”. A low-pitched husky voice was heard from the bathroom. Joshua and I looked. There was that guy in the bathtub standing there. “It’s Adam!”, he said. I was surprised. The guy looked so much taller than I expected. If I wasn’t mistaken, he was 6”4 tall and had this boyish ‘emo” black hairdo. It was so surprising to know a straight-looking guy could be so GAY!

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m going, anyway.”, he said. For a guy who crashed into someone’s house and slept in the bathroom, he was rather polite. He went near Joshua and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked like he was going to…

“Are you kidding me? Will you cut that gay porn crap out and get the hell out of my house?”, again, I screamed. Adam stopped from ‘almost’ kissing Joshua. Joshua could only stare at me. He walked to me.

“You’re more friendly on TV!”. He smirked and left the room. “Oh yeah? I get that a lot!”, I screamed from inside of the room. I looked at Joshua. He was still staring at me.

“Well, what do you know, another fan!”. I walked passed him and went into the bathroom. He knocked on the door.

“What now?”. I didn’t open the door. I was not in the mood to entertain anyone. I really needed the shower.

“I hate you”, he yelled from the outside of the door. I didn’t give care. At all. Not even a little bit.

“HATE YOU MORE!”. Those were the exact words I said to him. Words that turned out to mean the exact complete opposite a year later. Joshua is my life. The real fact that I figured only minutes after he left.



TO BE CONTINUED