“ Video Camera?”
“Checked!”
“Digital Camera?”
“Checked!”
“My new cashmere sweater?”
“Oh my god! You should just..stop! I’m your hired boyfriend, not a maid.”
As usual, we had our usual fighting but this time we were in my Limo on our way to the airport. He looked so excited. Looking at him all happy and contented, kind of made me feel good about it. It’s just that I’ve never been the person who makes people happy. I was a money maker, not a fun maker. But that very day, he made me feel different.
“ We’re here!”, he jumped out of the car with excitement. It got annoying little by little but I had decided not to let myself get annoyed for petty little things. He was so excited; he didn’t even take his bags with him. And the person who had to carry them all was….? SHUT UP!
“Hey, how much time do we have?”, he asked. I looked at my watch on his wrist. Yes! My $450 watch and he was the one who wore it.
“We’re boarding in 45 minutes. Why? You left all my cameras at home, didn’t you?”, I covered my opened mouth with my palm. “I need to pee, you scary lesbo! And what’s with all the cameras, seriously?”, he put his cell phone on my lap and ran to the restroom. I went through his bags looking for something to read. Something to kill the time while waiting for him to do his gay thing in the restroom.
“Jammy?”. I looked up and saw a really hot woman standing in front of me. She looked familiar but I just couldn’t figure out who she was. “It’s me, Cathy”, she said. Cathy? Cathy? Have I heard that name? She definitely looked so familiar to me. I felt like I met her couple of days ago. Oh my god! I did meet her couple of days before.
“Hey, Cathy!”, I said to her but I didn’t look at her. I was looking at all corners of the waiting room. I was hoping that Joshua would be back and I could escape this whole conversation. She sat down next to me and gently rubbed my hand.
“You promised to call me but you never did. What happened, sweetie?”, she whispered in my ear. I got chills all over my body. I really needed to avoid getting intimate with her or this whole boyfriend thingy wouldn’t work.
“Oh, I wanted to but, you know me! Ahaha..i had so many things to do, with all the concerts coming up.” I stammered. “ I almost forgot that you’re an air hostess. Nice!”
“Hmmm, where are you going? You sure have a lot of bags for such a little person.”, she teased and kissed my cheek. I stood up promptly. I felt really uncomfortable being seen with a woman in public. She got very shocked. She stood up.
“What’s going on? You seem like you’re trying to avoid me. What’s the matter?”
“Cathy, you’re sweet. I find you very very attractive. But I think…well…I just..i don’t think…”
“Are you breaking up with me?”
“Breaking up with you? We were never together. It was one time and that was it.”
“So, you’re leaving me?”, she asked. I was so scared to nod my head but I did.
“Well, who are you seeing now?”. She walked nearer to me. “Is she hotter than me?”. I didn’t know what to say. But I needed to solve this carefully or she would make a scene. Now that would make things worse.
“Well, it’s a ‘He’ actually?”. I didn’t dare to look at her.
“What?”. She sighed. Then she made a smile. An evil one. “Fine. I hope you drop dead.”. She walked away but backed off a little after a few steps. She turned to me. She took out his cell phone and pushed some buttons. I had no idea what she was doing until she showed what was on the screen. I was stunned. She walked away.
“Oh my god!”. I sat down. “Oh my god!”. Someone tapped my shoulder. I screamed in shocked. “What’s wrong?”. I stood up.
“Get our bags. We gotta go now.”
“I thought we were leaving in 45 minutes”
“We’re going home!”, I said. His facial expression changed drastically.
“Whaaaaaaaat? Why?”, he asked.
“I’ll explain in the cab. Go get a cab”
“Oh, whyyyyyyyy!!!”.
TO BE CONTINUED
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Hate You More (Chapter 7)
“I’m sorry”. I didn’t even pay any attention to him. I kept on munching on my breakfast. The French toast tasted better without having to listen to him. He sat down in front of me. “Hey, I’m sorry.”, again, he said it gently. I took a sip of an orange juice. I put down the glass and crossed my arms. I stared at him. He had that naïve look on his face. I had to admit he melted me a little. I continued munching. He sighed and stood up.
“So, you’re really gay, huh?”, I said to break the awkward silence. He turned his head and sat back down. He smiled at me. “What do you mean?”, he asked.
“You had sex with him, didn’t you?”
“Who? Adam? Hell no. I told you he needed a place to stay.”
“So, nothing happened?”. He nodded. I looked down but he couldn’t help but to notice the slight smile I had on my face.
“Are you actually relieved that I didn’t have sex with him? Were you jealous?”, he asked while making those stupid air-quotes.
“Me? Jealous? Wo, you are way off!”, I said. I later drank the juice till the last drop. He was just watching me having that big gulp.
“Why weren’t you?”, he kept asking.
“What?”
“I want you to be jealous.”. He stood up and walked the stairs to his room leaving me speechless and confused. I later remembered something. I chased him up the stairs and knocked on his door. He opened the door.
“We’re going to Hawaii!”. He was surprised. Pleasantly surprised. But then his forehead wrinkled. “ I thought you had some concert thingy this weekend.”, he asked. “I do. We’re going to Hawaii 2 days after that”.
“Oh my god, really? Wow, this is huge. I’ve never been to Hawaii.”, he jumped in joy. Seriously, it was a lot of gayness going on in my house. “So, I guess, I’ll see you then.”. I walked down the stairs. “Are you going somewhere?”, he asked. “ I’m having a sound check with David.”. His eyes were open wide.
“Archuletta??”
“Yup!”
“Ooh,ooh, I slept with him?”
“What???”
“Kidding!”
TO BE CONTINUED
“So, you’re really gay, huh?”, I said to break the awkward silence. He turned his head and sat back down. He smiled at me. “What do you mean?”, he asked.
“You had sex with him, didn’t you?”
“Who? Adam? Hell no. I told you he needed a place to stay.”
“So, nothing happened?”. He nodded. I looked down but he couldn’t help but to notice the slight smile I had on my face.
“Are you actually relieved that I didn’t have sex with him? Were you jealous?”, he asked while making those stupid air-quotes.
“Me? Jealous? Wo, you are way off!”, I said. I later drank the juice till the last drop. He was just watching me having that big gulp.
“Why weren’t you?”, he kept asking.
“What?”
“I want you to be jealous.”. He stood up and walked the stairs to his room leaving me speechless and confused. I later remembered something. I chased him up the stairs and knocked on his door. He opened the door.
“We’re going to Hawaii!”. He was surprised. Pleasantly surprised. But then his forehead wrinkled. “ I thought you had some concert thingy this weekend.”, he asked. “I do. We’re going to Hawaii 2 days after that”.
“Oh my god, really? Wow, this is huge. I’ve never been to Hawaii.”, he jumped in joy. Seriously, it was a lot of gayness going on in my house. “So, I guess, I’ll see you then.”. I walked down the stairs. “Are you going somewhere?”, he asked. “ I’m having a sound check with David.”. His eyes were open wide.
“Archuletta??”
“Yup!”
“Ooh,ooh, I slept with him?”
“What???”
“Kidding!”
TO BE CONTINUED
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
“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
Hate You More (Chapter 5)
I was going crazy. I was supposed to go out for dinner with Joshua but he was out getting some of his stuff left back in house. But that was like 3 hours ago. He better not be making out with some guy he met in the street.
* * *
Joshua’s steps stopped as soon as he saw the door was open. He slowed his steps as he walked towards the door. The anxiety suddenly rose around his neck. He was in no doubt that someone definitely broke into the house but there was nothing there for him to defense himself. But like it or not, he ought to come in or things were going to get ugly.
“Hello!”, he said alarmingly. No respond. He moved a step forward into the house. “Anybody?”. He took a deep breath and closed the door. He recoiled in shock when he saw the living room. It looked like some twister hollow or at least a crime scene. Evidently someone had gone through his stuff but he was positive nothing was stolen and nothing big broke.
“Gosh. Somebody has a hell of a mess to clean. Damn, it’s me!”. He sat on the couch, didn’t know where to begin.
“Well, well, well.”. He heard a man’s voice. It sounded so familiar. He turned his head. A figure was seen standing in the very corner of the room. The guy walked to him and almost took his breath away. But not in a good way.
“Drake?”, he startled. Drake gave an evil grin to him. Joshua got scared to the very bone. Drake got even closer to Joshua to the point where his nose was an inch away from Drake’s. “What are you doing in my house? You left something?”, asked Joshua with a little stumble. Drake made that grin again and took out a cigar out of his pocket. Joshua offered the light. Drake took a puff and sat on the couch with his legs crossed.
“So, what is this thing I heard about you and that closeted singer?”, asked Drake, left Joshua, who was still standing, speechless. He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about the whole thing.
“Well, she’s a friend. Where did you hear it from, anyway?”, he asked. Drake threw a newspaper to him. Joshua grabbed it and what was on the front page really caught his attention. “The Morning Bonding – Jammy poses with his new boo”.
“What the hell is this?”, asked Drake. He snatched the newspaper and dropped it on the floor. Joshua was still in no words. Drake went near Joshua and held his hand.
“Joshy, I thought we had something. So, now you’re telling me that you’re straight? Don’t you ever think about me?”. Drake sounded so livid and upset. Joshua did think about him. In fact, Drake was the only thing on his mind in the past few days. And he had thought this whole relationship through. He had made his decision. He took a deep breath and looked straight in Drake’s eyes.
“Baby, I think we should stop seeing each other. I’ve moved on and I think you should too.”. Joshua’s words really made Drake taken aback. But he wasn’t the only one in the room who felt so. That really kind of took Joshua by surprise. He couldn’t believe he has just said it.
“So, those things on the news are all true? You’ve always been straight all this time?”, asked Drake in tears. Joshua could only nod his head. “So who am I to you?”, said Drake. Drake was feeling nothing but betrayed. Joshua couldn’t lift his head to even look at Drake. “I think you should go.”. Drake looked aside trying to pretend he didn’t hear what Joshua had just said. But he couldn’t wait any longer knowing that he was no longer desired. He walked away from Joshua but stopped by the door. His chest was going up and down.
“I’m glad I messed your house. That’s the only thing I could do apart from killing you. I hope you’re happy!”, Drake slammed the door hard. Joshua fell down on the floor. He couldn’t even blink.
* * *
“What? You had a boyfriend? Why didn’t I know about this? Oops, sorry! Not the point. Hmmm…So, are you okay?”. He looked down. He didn’t say anything. Not even a sound he made. To tell the truth, I really didn’t give a damn. I didn’t give a damn about him getting dumped. I really didn’t. Because I was freaking starving, I could eat a horse, or even a gay guy crying over his stupid ex-boyfriend. But I was a good faker; even I’d believe my own faking.
“You know what, if you don’t feel like going out tonight, that’s fine. You should get some sleep.”. I said, trying (I rather say “pretending to”) comfort him. Oh my god. I only had a small sandwich for lunch. I could swear my stomach sounded like it farted. Out of the blue, Joshua turned his head to me and made some kind of facial expression I thought was supposed to be a “Sarcastic” look.
“Get some sleep? Are you freaking kidding me? I just got dumped. I’m bloody single. Let’s go out and hang out in some club. I need a break!”, he said while jumping on the couch. Yes. He jumped. Literally. He jumped on my $1200 leather couch. Wasn’t he delightfulllllllllll????????
TO BE CONTINUED
* * *
Joshua’s steps stopped as soon as he saw the door was open. He slowed his steps as he walked towards the door. The anxiety suddenly rose around his neck. He was in no doubt that someone definitely broke into the house but there was nothing there for him to defense himself. But like it or not, he ought to come in or things were going to get ugly.
“Hello!”, he said alarmingly. No respond. He moved a step forward into the house. “Anybody?”. He took a deep breath and closed the door. He recoiled in shock when he saw the living room. It looked like some twister hollow or at least a crime scene. Evidently someone had gone through his stuff but he was positive nothing was stolen and nothing big broke.
“Gosh. Somebody has a hell of a mess to clean. Damn, it’s me!”. He sat on the couch, didn’t know where to begin.
“Well, well, well.”. He heard a man’s voice. It sounded so familiar. He turned his head. A figure was seen standing in the very corner of the room. The guy walked to him and almost took his breath away. But not in a good way.
“Drake?”, he startled. Drake gave an evil grin to him. Joshua got scared to the very bone. Drake got even closer to Joshua to the point where his nose was an inch away from Drake’s. “What are you doing in my house? You left something?”, asked Joshua with a little stumble. Drake made that grin again and took out a cigar out of his pocket. Joshua offered the light. Drake took a puff and sat on the couch with his legs crossed.
“So, what is this thing I heard about you and that closeted singer?”, asked Drake, left Joshua, who was still standing, speechless. He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about the whole thing.
“Well, she’s a friend. Where did you hear it from, anyway?”, he asked. Drake threw a newspaper to him. Joshua grabbed it and what was on the front page really caught his attention. “The Morning Bonding – Jammy poses with his new boo”.
“What the hell is this?”, asked Drake. He snatched the newspaper and dropped it on the floor. Joshua was still in no words. Drake went near Joshua and held his hand.
“Joshy, I thought we had something. So, now you’re telling me that you’re straight? Don’t you ever think about me?”. Drake sounded so livid and upset. Joshua did think about him. In fact, Drake was the only thing on his mind in the past few days. And he had thought this whole relationship through. He had made his decision. He took a deep breath and looked straight in Drake’s eyes.
“Baby, I think we should stop seeing each other. I’ve moved on and I think you should too.”. Joshua’s words really made Drake taken aback. But he wasn’t the only one in the room who felt so. That really kind of took Joshua by surprise. He couldn’t believe he has just said it.
“So, those things on the news are all true? You’ve always been straight all this time?”, asked Drake in tears. Joshua could only nod his head. “So who am I to you?”, said Drake. Drake was feeling nothing but betrayed. Joshua couldn’t lift his head to even look at Drake. “I think you should go.”. Drake looked aside trying to pretend he didn’t hear what Joshua had just said. But he couldn’t wait any longer knowing that he was no longer desired. He walked away from Joshua but stopped by the door. His chest was going up and down.
“I’m glad I messed your house. That’s the only thing I could do apart from killing you. I hope you’re happy!”, Drake slammed the door hard. Joshua fell down on the floor. He couldn’t even blink.
* * *
“What? You had a boyfriend? Why didn’t I know about this? Oops, sorry! Not the point. Hmmm…So, are you okay?”. He looked down. He didn’t say anything. Not even a sound he made. To tell the truth, I really didn’t give a damn. I didn’t give a damn about him getting dumped. I really didn’t. Because I was freaking starving, I could eat a horse, or even a gay guy crying over his stupid ex-boyfriend. But I was a good faker; even I’d believe my own faking.
“You know what, if you don’t feel like going out tonight, that’s fine. You should get some sleep.”. I said, trying (I rather say “pretending to”) comfort him. Oh my god. I only had a small sandwich for lunch. I could swear my stomach sounded like it farted. Out of the blue, Joshua turned his head to me and made some kind of facial expression I thought was supposed to be a “Sarcastic” look.
“Get some sleep? Are you freaking kidding me? I just got dumped. I’m bloody single. Let’s go out and hang out in some club. I need a break!”, he said while jumping on the couch. Yes. He jumped. Literally. He jumped on my $1200 leather couch. Wasn’t he delightfulllllllllll????????
TO BE CONTINUED
Hate You More (Chapter 4)
“ Oh my god! It’s 8 in the freaking morning. What the hell is that noise?”. It was Saturday and I heard Joshua’s voice from his bedroom. Apparently the noise that came from outside of the house woke him up. I heard the door squeaked. He came out of his room scratching his eyes. He saw me standing at the balcony.
“Good morning!”. He gave me a stare. “Good morning? What the hell is that noise?”, he asked. It really sounded sexy with his husky “morning” voice. But what did I know? I was supposed to be gay. I think. I pointed my finger to the front gate. He looked surprised with his eyebrows raised.
“Holy crap! Who are those people? What are they doing in front of our house?”, he asked. “Our house?”, I sneered. He rolled his eyes. “Well, welcome to showbiz baby!”, I shouted from the balcony. That really took the attention of those paparazzi in front of the house. Out of nowhere, flashes were everywhere. I smirked. Mission accomplished!
“Errr, are they actually taking our pictures?”, he asked. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the paparazzi. I looked at him hoping he’d catch up. But he looked so puzzled.
“Err, no. They’re not taking our pictures. They’re just admiring my garden. They really like what I did with the house.”. He looked even more confused. “Really?”, he asked, starting to believe it.
“No, you dumbass! They’re taking our pictures!”. I almost yelled. He opened his mouth wide, wide enough to swallow his own fist. “Come on. Hug me from the back”. I rushed him. “What?”. There was a sudden unease and panic on his face. I took both his hands and put them around my waist. He did as I told him without a word. Still, he couldn’t put away the nervous look on his face. “Now smile and act like you’re whispering crazy romantic things to my ears.”, I said, forcing him. “Huh?”. He stuttered.
“Do it”. I said, while putting a stupid smile on my face. He did. He hugged me and said the craziest thing that I would never forget until today. “Your feet are surprisingly huge for such a small girl”. I turned my head to him. “Whaaaaaatttt?”. He was still hugging me.Surprisingly tight.
“Now smile like you’ve never smiled before.”. He then smiled, doing the best he could. Not knowing how to handle all the awkwardness in the air, he gently pulled me from the balcony into the living room, trying to act like he was being coy and all cute.
“Fuhh..What the hell was that?”, he said while pushing himself to the couch.
“That? That was what you’re gonna be doing for the next few months.”
“Months?”
“Go take a shower. You stink”
TO BE CONTINUED
“Good morning!”. He gave me a stare. “Good morning? What the hell is that noise?”, he asked. It really sounded sexy with his husky “morning” voice. But what did I know? I was supposed to be gay. I think. I pointed my finger to the front gate. He looked surprised with his eyebrows raised.
“Holy crap! Who are those people? What are they doing in front of our house?”, he asked. “Our house?”, I sneered. He rolled his eyes. “Well, welcome to showbiz baby!”, I shouted from the balcony. That really took the attention of those paparazzi in front of the house. Out of nowhere, flashes were everywhere. I smirked. Mission accomplished!
“Errr, are they actually taking our pictures?”, he asked. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the paparazzi. I looked at him hoping he’d catch up. But he looked so puzzled.
“Err, no. They’re not taking our pictures. They’re just admiring my garden. They really like what I did with the house.”. He looked even more confused. “Really?”, he asked, starting to believe it.
“No, you dumbass! They’re taking our pictures!”. I almost yelled. He opened his mouth wide, wide enough to swallow his own fist. “Come on. Hug me from the back”. I rushed him. “What?”. There was a sudden unease and panic on his face. I took both his hands and put them around my waist. He did as I told him without a word. Still, he couldn’t put away the nervous look on his face. “Now smile and act like you’re whispering crazy romantic things to my ears.”, I said, forcing him. “Huh?”. He stuttered.
“Do it”. I said, while putting a stupid smile on my face. He did. He hugged me and said the craziest thing that I would never forget until today. “Your feet are surprisingly huge for such a small girl”. I turned my head to him. “Whaaaaaatttt?”. He was still hugging me.Surprisingly tight.
“Now smile like you’ve never smiled before.”. He then smiled, doing the best he could. Not knowing how to handle all the awkwardness in the air, he gently pulled me from the balcony into the living room, trying to act like he was being coy and all cute.
“Fuhh..What the hell was that?”, he said while pushing himself to the couch.
“That? That was what you’re gonna be doing for the next few months.”
“Months?”
“Go take a shower. You stink”
TO BE CONTINUED
Hate You More (Chapter 3)
I still remember his first day as my “boyfriend”. I took him shopping for a whole new wardrobe. I just thought being seen with a guy with a stretched pink tank top and a pair of orange skinny jeans wasn’t such a great idea. I mean, I knew he was gay, but was he blind? I thought gay guys were supposed to have excellent sense of style. The transformation caused me a fortune. From shoes, to suits and tuxedo, I spent my one month paycheck. He better be worth it!
The outfit? Checked! Next up, I needed to teach him a new walk since he walked with too much glory and splendor, and I didn’t mean it in a good way. I chose to say teaching him to walk like a real man really got on my nerves. He walked with his ass, if you know what I mean. I really thought I was more masculine than he was.
During the so-called quality time we spent, there were some awkward moments. I remember the first time we held hands. My hand would always in the lead. He really felt awkward holding my hand but always found a way to pretend not to be. Finally we were done with the “training”. We went back to his house to get his stuff since he would be living with me. We got tired of packing his stupid gay stuff in his stupid gay house which we decided to have dinner there instead of going out. He cooked that night and man, was he a good cook! I certainly picked myself the right gay guy to be my boyfriend. (That was a strange sentence!)
“Hey, remember the time when I hit you?”, i said , trying to start a conversation on the table. He looked at me and laughed. “How could I forget? The night I almost lost my leg. What about it?”. I faked a laugh and say, “You haven’t told why exactly you didn’t want to go to the hospital that night.”, I asked. He accidentally dropped his fork on the plate. He was just looking at the plate saying nothing. “Joshy?”. Still, he didn’t move and was just staring at the plate.
“Fine.”, I said, trying to disregard him. “It doesn’t concern me. I understand. Anyway, I’ve prepared a room back in my house for you. You’ll have your own bathroom, your own TV, stereo, your own...” “I was raped!”, he said suddenly leaving me speechless. I didn’t continue my sentence. I looked at him. His face was still facing the plate on the table. I wanted to ask him more but couldn’t get a word out of my mouth. He then looked at me. I looked at him back trying to convince him that I was okay with it. But the environment on the table; awkward! He took a really deep breath ready to spill it out.
“I just got out from the club. I was so drunk and high. I couldn’t even remember what I took. So, I walking home and there was this guy came on to me and asked for light. And..I..”, he stopped. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand. Kind of gay to me but I was really into his story. He looked down. Then he looked back at me. I saw the tears in his eyes.
“ I’m not sure if I could tell you the whole story.”. He stood up and walked to the living room. I followed him and sat next to him on the couch. I leaned his head on my shoulder pretending to console and comfort him. I couldn’t care less about what he was feeling. I was just so curious to know more about the incident. “It’s okay”, I said. “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to. I’m sure it’s been an emotional time for you.”.
He sat up straight and looked at me. “Then he hit my leg and..he..and he…I’m sure you’d know what happened next.”. I nodded and hugged him. I unexpectedly felt the sudden sadness in my heart. I was totally feeling him. But I had to admit it really gave me a fright. I mean, come on. Man rape? How on earth could that ever happen? Couldn’t he stand up for himself? I know he’s gay but he still is a man.
“I didn’t think I could go to the hospital with my OD. I didn’t want to go to jail.”, he later explained. Obviously he was afraid of tested positive.
“But what I don’t get is how could that happen? I mean, you’re a guy. Shouldn’t you be fighting back?”. I asked. “I was drunk. Were you even listening?”, he yelled and walked to the kitchen. I followed him and hugged him from his back. He held my arm. “ Sorry. I don’t want to scare you with my story.”. I smiled and got back to packing his stuff. We were bonding well when he started telling the story of his life. I was glad that we met. Getting to know him made me realize how lucky I was. It’s a crazy world out there and here I am complaining about what the Medias think of me.
TO BE CONTINUED
The outfit? Checked! Next up, I needed to teach him a new walk since he walked with too much glory and splendor, and I didn’t mean it in a good way. I chose to say teaching him to walk like a real man really got on my nerves. He walked with his ass, if you know what I mean. I really thought I was more masculine than he was.
During the so-called quality time we spent, there were some awkward moments. I remember the first time we held hands. My hand would always in the lead. He really felt awkward holding my hand but always found a way to pretend not to be. Finally we were done with the “training”. We went back to his house to get his stuff since he would be living with me. We got tired of packing his stupid gay stuff in his stupid gay house which we decided to have dinner there instead of going out. He cooked that night and man, was he a good cook! I certainly picked myself the right gay guy to be my boyfriend. (That was a strange sentence!)
“Hey, remember the time when I hit you?”, i said , trying to start a conversation on the table. He looked at me and laughed. “How could I forget? The night I almost lost my leg. What about it?”. I faked a laugh and say, “You haven’t told why exactly you didn’t want to go to the hospital that night.”, I asked. He accidentally dropped his fork on the plate. He was just looking at the plate saying nothing. “Joshy?”. Still, he didn’t move and was just staring at the plate.
“Fine.”, I said, trying to disregard him. “It doesn’t concern me. I understand. Anyway, I’ve prepared a room back in my house for you. You’ll have your own bathroom, your own TV, stereo, your own...” “I was raped!”, he said suddenly leaving me speechless. I didn’t continue my sentence. I looked at him. His face was still facing the plate on the table. I wanted to ask him more but couldn’t get a word out of my mouth. He then looked at me. I looked at him back trying to convince him that I was okay with it. But the environment on the table; awkward! He took a really deep breath ready to spill it out.
“I just got out from the club. I was so drunk and high. I couldn’t even remember what I took. So, I walking home and there was this guy came on to me and asked for light. And..I..”, he stopped. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand. Kind of gay to me but I was really into his story. He looked down. Then he looked back at me. I saw the tears in his eyes.
“ I’m not sure if I could tell you the whole story.”. He stood up and walked to the living room. I followed him and sat next to him on the couch. I leaned his head on my shoulder pretending to console and comfort him. I couldn’t care less about what he was feeling. I was just so curious to know more about the incident. “It’s okay”, I said. “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to. I’m sure it’s been an emotional time for you.”.
He sat up straight and looked at me. “Then he hit my leg and..he..and he…I’m sure you’d know what happened next.”. I nodded and hugged him. I unexpectedly felt the sudden sadness in my heart. I was totally feeling him. But I had to admit it really gave me a fright. I mean, come on. Man rape? How on earth could that ever happen? Couldn’t he stand up for himself? I know he’s gay but he still is a man.
“I didn’t think I could go to the hospital with my OD. I didn’t want to go to jail.”, he later explained. Obviously he was afraid of tested positive.
“But what I don’t get is how could that happen? I mean, you’re a guy. Shouldn’t you be fighting back?”. I asked. “I was drunk. Were you even listening?”, he yelled and walked to the kitchen. I followed him and hugged him from his back. He held my arm. “ Sorry. I don’t want to scare you with my story.”. I smiled and got back to packing his stuff. We were bonding well when he started telling the story of his life. I was glad that we met. Getting to know him made me realize how lucky I was. It’s a crazy world out there and here I am complaining about what the Medias think of me.
TO BE CONTINUED
Hate You More (Chapter 2)
“ What the hell were you thinking, man? Speeding in the middle of the night. You could’ve killed me.”
“Me? Dude, you jumped off in front of my car, out of nowhere. I was driving freakin’ 60m/h. It wasn’t my fault.”
“60m/h? Are you serious? Won’t you rather walk dude?”
“Ok. First of all, I’m not a dude. Second of all, never insult my driving or you’ll be walking funny.”. I then grabbed his arm and he started moaning in pain. I quickly grabbed his waist and carried him to the car.
“Where are you taking me?”, he asked after realizing I was trying to squeeze him in. I ignored him, closed his side of the door and get into the car myself. I drove on and was surprised he didn’t keep asking where I was taking him. I then took a look and noticed that he felt asleep. After a few minutes, I heard him moving.
“Wait. Who are you? Where are you taking me?”, he asked anxiously. I kept driving even though he tried to pull my hand off the steering. He looked at me and said nothing. He looked scared.
“I’m taking you to the hospital. Your knee. It’s bleeding. I don’t want you to be suing me the next morning. Now, shut the hell up and buckle up.” , I said without even looking. He then put his seatbelt on and sat up straight. I could actually hear him breathing. He was weirdly silent and well-behaved.
“You okay, dude?”, I asked. He looked at me and looked away. “I had the craziest night. If I told you, would you let me go and forget about this whole thing? I don’t want to go to the hospital.”. I put on the brake and pulled over the car to the side of the road. I unfastened my seatbelt and turned to him.
“Dude, I’ll be glad to kick you out of the car. But I’ve got like 3 legal actions taken on me just this month. And I’m not gonna let some hitchhiker I hit to ruin my career when he files a lawsuit against me just because he doesn’t want to go to some freakin’ hospital.”. I was so pissed; I could actually see the vein on my forehead popped out. He looked at me and crinkled his forehead.
“You’re Jammy ! Jammy Suzanne? Are you really that singer, Jammy?”. He asked with a shock look on his face. I rolled my eyes. “It’s really you, isn’t it?. Oh my god. I cant believe Jammy Suzanne ran me over.”. I looked at him with my eyebrows raised. “I didn’t run you over. I just hit you and hurt your knee. Don’t exaggerate.”. He then put a smile on his face which kind of made me worried.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’ve just, never been in a car with a superstar before.”
“Well, next time, just jump off in front of other car you’d find on the road. You might be under Miley Cyrus’s car in the future, who knows!”
“ Wow, you’re more delightful on TV.”
“Oh yeah? Well, let me tell you something, Sweety! It’s showbiz. Even our breasts aren’t real”. I couldn’t believe I just said that but I did. My mother always says that I’m the only daughter who has the senses. But after 11pm and just hit a guy, most of my senses were all gone.
“Whatever. I think I’m gonna go.”. He opened the door but then almost fell. I later remember that he hurt his knee. He closed the door and tried to walk but he stopped after a few steps. I was being such an ass but I was still human. I got out off the car and walked toward him.
“Well, at least let me give you a ride. That’s the least I can do.”
“Would you promise not to yell at me again?”. I nodded. He got into the car and I drove away. His house was only 2 blocks away. Not more than 3 minutes, he said, “Oh, This is me!”. I stopped the car. He smiled at me and opened the door. Then he looked at me.
“Hey, Thank you. I know you try so hard to be a bad ass, but deep down inside I know you’re such a sweet girl. Take care.”. Then he walked away. Watching him walking to his door suddenly gave me the craziest idea. I got out of the car and chased him.
“Hey, you want to be my boyfriend?”. I asked nervously, really scared to know the answer.
“hmmm, that’s so sweet and you’re sweet but I’m gay.”
“Ahahaha,,Now that makes this even easier. What if I say I’m gonna pay your rent and anything you need? Just be my boyfriend for, hmmm I don’t know, 3 months?”
“Ok. You’re crazy! oh, wait! I know what this is about. This must be about the allegations right? You know, about you being gay?”, he asked. I smiled at him but I didn’t say a thing.
“I knew it. So, are you really gay? Come on, you can tell me.”, he said.
“Oh right, I avoid this question from the media and you expect me to tell you! No way. So, are we doing this?”, I asked eagerly. I really wanted this to happen. He looked like he was thinking and he had this evil look on his face.
“Would you get me a car, as well?”, he demanded. “Deal!”, I said. “ So, I guess we’re doing this. Now get some sleep and I’ll pick you up first thing in the morning.”. I was so excited knowing that I could finally put those stupid allegations to an end.
“Wait. What if they find out?”. I turned my head and hold his hand. “Don’t worry! I’ll take care of everything. I promise!”.
I promised to him to make sure that everything would be taken care of. That was the promise. But that was a year ago. I didn’t know what to do. Joshua was about to get paid $700,000 to appear on TV to admit that I was paying him to be my boyfriend. And to make things worse, there were some controversial photos of me kissing a woman all over the internet and Joshua would be the one to be asked about the photos. I have to admit those pictures were really mine.
“I’m doomed! You know what, listen to me. Don’t accept any invitation or money until I get back. I need to be on stage in 2 minutes. I’ll see you then, ok?”. I put on my ear piece and I was ready to go. But just as I was walking out the door, he pulled my arm. I turned my head and he came near me. His hand reached my forehead and he ran his hand down my face. Our lips touched.
“Good luck, ok? I’ll always be with you no matter what.”. I could only smile. I was stunned. That was the first kiss we ever had since I first met him. It’s not like I’ve never thought of kissing him. I have. Most of the times, really. It’s just that I never thought he would be interested.
I was already on stage. But all I could think was the kiss we just had. My heart was pounding so hard. I was confused. I never thought I would ever fall for a guy. And a guy like Joshua was the last guy I ever wanted to fall for. He’d never like a woman. But if he liked guys, what on earth that made him want to kiss me? Did he like me? I wasn’t even sure that I like him. Is he straight? Am I straight now? Or have I always been straight all this time? There was no way I could ever answer that now. But I definitely felt something.
Oh great! I’ve never been in love and my first love ever was a gay guy! Ain’t life G.O.O.D??
TO BE CONTINUED
“Me? Dude, you jumped off in front of my car, out of nowhere. I was driving freakin’ 60m/h. It wasn’t my fault.”
“60m/h? Are you serious? Won’t you rather walk dude?”
“Ok. First of all, I’m not a dude. Second of all, never insult my driving or you’ll be walking funny.”. I then grabbed his arm and he started moaning in pain. I quickly grabbed his waist and carried him to the car.
“Where are you taking me?”, he asked after realizing I was trying to squeeze him in. I ignored him, closed his side of the door and get into the car myself. I drove on and was surprised he didn’t keep asking where I was taking him. I then took a look and noticed that he felt asleep. After a few minutes, I heard him moving.
“Wait. Who are you? Where are you taking me?”, he asked anxiously. I kept driving even though he tried to pull my hand off the steering. He looked at me and said nothing. He looked scared.
“I’m taking you to the hospital. Your knee. It’s bleeding. I don’t want you to be suing me the next morning. Now, shut the hell up and buckle up.” , I said without even looking. He then put his seatbelt on and sat up straight. I could actually hear him breathing. He was weirdly silent and well-behaved.
“You okay, dude?”, I asked. He looked at me and looked away. “I had the craziest night. If I told you, would you let me go and forget about this whole thing? I don’t want to go to the hospital.”. I put on the brake and pulled over the car to the side of the road. I unfastened my seatbelt and turned to him.
“Dude, I’ll be glad to kick you out of the car. But I’ve got like 3 legal actions taken on me just this month. And I’m not gonna let some hitchhiker I hit to ruin my career when he files a lawsuit against me just because he doesn’t want to go to some freakin’ hospital.”. I was so pissed; I could actually see the vein on my forehead popped out. He looked at me and crinkled his forehead.
“You’re Jammy ! Jammy Suzanne? Are you really that singer, Jammy?”. He asked with a shock look on his face. I rolled my eyes. “It’s really you, isn’t it?. Oh my god. I cant believe Jammy Suzanne ran me over.”. I looked at him with my eyebrows raised. “I didn’t run you over. I just hit you and hurt your knee. Don’t exaggerate.”. He then put a smile on his face which kind of made me worried.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’ve just, never been in a car with a superstar before.”
“Well, next time, just jump off in front of other car you’d find on the road. You might be under Miley Cyrus’s car in the future, who knows!”
“ Wow, you’re more delightful on TV.”
“Oh yeah? Well, let me tell you something, Sweety! It’s showbiz. Even our breasts aren’t real”. I couldn’t believe I just said that but I did. My mother always says that I’m the only daughter who has the senses. But after 11pm and just hit a guy, most of my senses were all gone.
“Whatever. I think I’m gonna go.”. He opened the door but then almost fell. I later remember that he hurt his knee. He closed the door and tried to walk but he stopped after a few steps. I was being such an ass but I was still human. I got out off the car and walked toward him.
“Well, at least let me give you a ride. That’s the least I can do.”
“Would you promise not to yell at me again?”. I nodded. He got into the car and I drove away. His house was only 2 blocks away. Not more than 3 minutes, he said, “Oh, This is me!”. I stopped the car. He smiled at me and opened the door. Then he looked at me.
“Hey, Thank you. I know you try so hard to be a bad ass, but deep down inside I know you’re such a sweet girl. Take care.”. Then he walked away. Watching him walking to his door suddenly gave me the craziest idea. I got out of the car and chased him.
“Hey, you want to be my boyfriend?”. I asked nervously, really scared to know the answer.
“hmmm, that’s so sweet and you’re sweet but I’m gay.”
“Ahahaha,,Now that makes this even easier. What if I say I’m gonna pay your rent and anything you need? Just be my boyfriend for, hmmm I don’t know, 3 months?”
“Ok. You’re crazy! oh, wait! I know what this is about. This must be about the allegations right? You know, about you being gay?”, he asked. I smiled at him but I didn’t say a thing.
“I knew it. So, are you really gay? Come on, you can tell me.”, he said.
“Oh right, I avoid this question from the media and you expect me to tell you! No way. So, are we doing this?”, I asked eagerly. I really wanted this to happen. He looked like he was thinking and he had this evil look on his face.
“Would you get me a car, as well?”, he demanded. “Deal!”, I said. “ So, I guess we’re doing this. Now get some sleep and I’ll pick you up first thing in the morning.”. I was so excited knowing that I could finally put those stupid allegations to an end.
“Wait. What if they find out?”. I turned my head and hold his hand. “Don’t worry! I’ll take care of everything. I promise!”.
I promised to him to make sure that everything would be taken care of. That was the promise. But that was a year ago. I didn’t know what to do. Joshua was about to get paid $700,000 to appear on TV to admit that I was paying him to be my boyfriend. And to make things worse, there were some controversial photos of me kissing a woman all over the internet and Joshua would be the one to be asked about the photos. I have to admit those pictures were really mine.
“I’m doomed! You know what, listen to me. Don’t accept any invitation or money until I get back. I need to be on stage in 2 minutes. I’ll see you then, ok?”. I put on my ear piece and I was ready to go. But just as I was walking out the door, he pulled my arm. I turned my head and he came near me. His hand reached my forehead and he ran his hand down my face. Our lips touched.
“Good luck, ok? I’ll always be with you no matter what.”. I could only smile. I was stunned. That was the first kiss we ever had since I first met him. It’s not like I’ve never thought of kissing him. I have. Most of the times, really. It’s just that I never thought he would be interested.
I was already on stage. But all I could think was the kiss we just had. My heart was pounding so hard. I was confused. I never thought I would ever fall for a guy. And a guy like Joshua was the last guy I ever wanted to fall for. He’d never like a woman. But if he liked guys, what on earth that made him want to kiss me? Did he like me? I wasn’t even sure that I like him. Is he straight? Am I straight now? Or have I always been straight all this time? There was no way I could ever answer that now. But I definitely felt something.
Oh great! I’ve never been in love and my first love ever was a gay guy! Ain’t life G.O.O.D??
TO BE CONTINUED
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