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Marcus: Blow Me Down
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2026-07-18 02:22:52
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The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Meet the Parents Stage Already?
The ride back was the most silent I had ever been with Jordan. The beer left a funny feeling in my stomach, but I was fine. What was worse was the fact that I had said what I said.I shouldn’t have. I tried to stop myself, to think about something else. But it came out, and there was nothing I could do or say to take it back. I felt like a fool when he didn’t respond. He must have felt accosted.I would have felt the same way if I were in his shoes.Jordan didn't go to his house. Instead, he went further, keeping his gaze on the road until we were in front of my house. The lights were off on the porch, a single light shining through the living room.He killed the engine and turned to look at me. “Marcus…”“Jordan…”I laughed awkwardly. “You first.”“Nah,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I want to hear you first.”I had a whole speech planned inside my head, but now, staring at him, I wasn't sure if he exactly wanted to hear what I had to say. Again, the difference between us couldn't
The Things We Don't Say Jordan: Our Cocoon
It was almost midnight, yet I was driving the roads of Phoenix, with Marcus sitting in the passenger seat next to me, clutching his pack of beer like it was the most precious thing anyone had ever gotten him.One leg was folded on the seat, and the other stretched out in front of him. I couldn't see his face because he was looking out through the windows. It was chilly, yet I didn't bring the hood of the car back up because Marcus seemed to love it.“This is nice,” he said, bringing his face back inside. “Do you do this often?”He was better than he was when he got to my house. And even though I would never admit this out loud, I could at least admit this to myself: that I was happy he came. I didn’t know I needed this – a night out driving with a friend that I didn’t know if he was a friend just yet.A cute friend.I never thought I would have used that word in another eternity.“Not in recent times,” I replied, taking a turn. “It used to be Jane’s favorite thing to do, other than pa
The Things We Don't Say Jordan: Just an Apple
I jerked awake suddenly, sitting up in the darkness of my room. My head looked around slowly, the first few seconds very fuzzy. When I lay back under my covers, it occurred to me that something had woken me up.And then, I heard it again. The loud banging on the door. My hand reached for the digital clock by my bedside. It wasn't that late. A little past 11. But I wasn't expecting anyone. The only other person who was here with me was Joshua, and he never came back this early.Yeah. For people like Joshua and me, this was pretty early.When the knock sounded again, this time more insistent, I groaned and dragged myself out of bed, not bothering to throw on a shirt over my bare chest. With my lounge pants hanging low on my hips, I sauntered out of my bedroom, rubbing my eyes and wishing whoever it was would just go away.But it had to be important because only someone who had the code could come into JAR in the middle of the night. I had three guesses. One, Joshua had misplaced his k
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: The Painting
The sun had slowly travelled behind the clouds, and darkness seeped through slowly, rearing its head in bits. The stand was almost empty, but I was still hoping to make more sales. It was the least I could do after bailing on the stall back at home since I got back."You should go join the festival, baby," my mom said, already packing up. "It looks fun, and I would hate to rob you of this experience.""No," I began to shake my head, but she cast me a glance from the side of her eyes. "We need to make more sales. We still have a few eggs left, and the milk isn't…""I can preserve the rest of the milk till tomorrow," she cut in. "And we ran out of milk at the house, so this will actually work for us. And for the eggs, they won't go bad, Marcus. We've done enough for the day."She turned to my friends. “Could you guys help me load the car with the rest of the stuff?”“I can drive you home,” I jumped in.“Marcus, you are not allergic to fun, are you?”Anna looked up at me. I could see the
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Clear as Day
I was gone for only thirty minutes, but by the time I returned, James was nowhere to be found, and Anna had had her fill of staying alone at the stand. Because the minute I jumped out of the car with my mom, she was off, waving at me from above her head.“I guess it’s just us then,” I sighed, moving to the spot behind the displayed products. “So much for letting Gary get away with work for today.”“You both have been bickering a lot since you returned,” my mom murmured, coming to join me. “Something I should know about?”“Come on, Mom. Gary and I have always bickered since we were kids. And it doesn’t help that I’m gay and he’s homophobic.”I expected it. The way she looked away sharply, before bringing her eyes back to me. But no matter how frequently it happened, it still managed to hurt me. And as usual, my mom ignored the part about me being gay.“You both need to find a way to make up. He’s your brother.”"Maybe we will make up when you stop letting him have so much freedom."“Ma
The Things We Don't Say Marcus Pre-Festival
That night was one of the most chaotic nights since I arrived at Phoenix. Despite the fact that we had a guest room across the hall, both Anna and James insisted on sharing my bedroom with me. Of course, their excuse was that the guest room was right next to my homophobe of a brother.Their words, not mine.But I couldn’t deny the fact that it felt so good to hear. We talked about random things, including Anne’s spontaneous visit to James’ frat house and the sight she was met with. Everything and anything was the subject of our conversation.But not once did it stray to Jordan, or the fact that Anna had feelings for James. We kept those a secret, not because we didn't trust James or want to tell him, but because we understood what the change could do to us.And we weren’t ready for that yet.We must have slept off at some point in the night, because the next time I opened my eyes, my mother was pacing my room, picking clothes off the floor, a basket balanced in one arm.I rubbed my ey
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