Dominic
Catching up on with a lot of academic stuff and whatnot that I missed at school left me tremendously exhausted but in a satisfying way. I felt the substantial presence of productivity that ran throughout the busy day. At the end of the day, I just needed to go home quickly when our last period ended. I just wanted to hug my bed and cuddle with myself. I called my mom to come and pick me up soon so that Valentine, who apparently cannot miss his practice, or even my usual ride Yhannie, who will probably exhaust me more with her running mouth, don't have to bother on driving my ass home.
ValentineIt was the wild and exhilarating excitement that pushed me over to move faster. It was not just based on the fact that Dominic agreed to see me. It was because of Dominic himself. Everything about him, from the way he looks at me, from the way he expresses himself, creates a simple curve from that damn lips, makes me feel more than alive. I had been in so many different affairs before, but this one, even if we haven't have had sex yet, seems euphorically orgasmic. The simple thought of him is enough to make me smile and forget every painful memory I have.
DominicLast night was totally something indescribably fun that I really can call a first. I was surprisingly into the moment, and Valentine's own pubescent hotness just added fuel to the fire that I even got to the point where I went bold and aggressive. Honestly, I, in my utmost sober state of mind, was about to give him probably my everything, but then all of a sudden I remembered my mission and decided that it was the perfect opportunity to do number seven on the list.
ValentineI woke up the next day with the slow golden light of midday beautifully filtering through my window. I rolled over in bed so that I was lying across the mattress sideways. I gently lifted my head from the pillow I was clutching and realized what I was doing; searching the air for a trace of something delectable. Dad's probably cooking something again, I thought. But for what now? This phenomenon only happens once in a blue moon. I checked my phone first with high hopes that Dominic had left any early
ValentineI haven't finished my food yet, but I have to move out of Vincent and Keiran's earshot before I answer Dominic's call. My brother just came out to me, which is motherfucking unbelievable, by the way. Yet little did he know he was also talking to someone who's in love with another guy. What are the odds! There's a lot of stuff that I didn’t know about him just like this. We used to be so close together when we were both kids, but now that we have grown, tons of things have drastically changed between us. I have some things that I’m embarrassed even to let him know, and I’m confident that he also has some stuff inside him. I believe now is not the best time for him to hear how much I'm obsessed with Dominic. This is h
DominicTo my sudden surprise, Valentine's voice began to intensify. Although my question isn't that complex, it definitely jerked some intense reaction somewhere within him. Maybe he was not expecting that kind of question to pop up that he was caught off-guard. I never thought he'd react that way. He's gay, that's for sure but his reaction, even if it wasn't violent, was overflowing with real emotion."Why are you shouting?" I asked utterly calm, seconds passed, but I never received any response on the other line."Hello. Valentine. Hello.
ValentineImmersed in total silence inside my car, I won’t just stop pondering about several scenarios on how things will turn out a few moments from now. The lack of distractive noises and people lingering around just made me completely transfixed. I can picture myself drowning in a cold sweat as we try to have a decent family conversation at the dinner table. I can feel the deep-set awkwardness exercising authority as we eat silently and the only noise we can hear is the sound of cutlery and plates, the sound of food being tensely chewed, and even the sound that our throat makes every time we gulp some water. I can see dad extremely comfortable with utmost happiness radiating from his usual spot facing all four of us not knowing that b
DominicValentine slowly faded away until he was already gone, leaving a heartbroken douchebag behind.What have I done?What the actual fuck!
ValentineIt was a bit difficult to sleep on the couch, given the limited space, but I would rather choose to pamper and lift my pride than to push it down and sleep right beside Dominic. The tension is invisibly present, and the wounds are still fresh. And I don't mean to keep on squeezing lemon drops on that wound when I know I can just let the power of time to heal it. Maybe Dominic would swallow his towering pride and decided to come and talk to me. Or perhaps I'll wait for the wound to heal up first before I myself start talking to him again. After all, I'm not that furious at him; I'm just in pain by what he's thinking about me. Right now, I wish to keep my lips zipped tight. But why does this shit have to happen anyway? I believe foreve