“I uhh, thought I’d come see how you were doing…… aaaaand I thought you might like to chat about last night
and this morning” I said bluntly
Lochy looked down at his feet, his arms tensing up.
“I’m not gay” he kind of whispered.
Tear-drops begun falling from his hidden face to the floor
“I swear” he continued, “I’m not gay, I’m so sorry man but I-”
“Dude, I’m Gay” I cut him off.
He looked up at me after hearing this.
A mixture of surprise and doubt washing over his face and widened eyes worried me a little.
Perhaps admitting to this might make him hate me after all..
Even though I wasn’t entirely sure If I was completely Gay, somewhat Gay or if this was just some sort of phase. But for this time, right now. I was certain that I was Gay.
His eyes slightly shook from side to side as he stared at my own, his lips trembling, his body tense.
“Im pretty sure that I’m Gay, dude… I think I said it to you last night but I think the Alcoho-”
“Do you think that-that makes it okay?!” He snapped over the top of me.
I jumped a little at the sudden burst of volume and hurt that came from his words.
I took a slight step back. My mind reeling in horrible scenarios of him blaming me and beating the shit out of me for last night.
“I’m sorry, man” I replied, hurt and sadness escaping my throat even though I tried to constrain it.
Lochy just stood there, staring at me the cogs of his mind turning as he was processing and reprocessing everything that had happened and was currently happening and Judging by the was his facial-expression wasnt changing I came to the conclusion that he was going to blame me for all of this mess.
Acknowledging this “fate” I turned my body to leave the entrance to his bedroom, and his house.
I gave him one last look, hurt washing over my face before I made my way to the exit, I begun to break down as tears formed in the corners of my eyes, they stung a little so I blinked but that made my vision blurry.
Before closing the front door I pressed the remote boot-release button on his car keys so I could retreive my luggage from the boot of his car and be completely gone.
I pulled the boot lid open and started pulling my bags out as well as grabbing my sunnies from a pocket in one of them and my wallet.
With all of my luggage out, I was all set to go.
I pulled the telescopic handle-bar out from the bags and wheeled my way down the drive way, when I got to the end I turned around to take one final look at the house I had so much fun in over the years as a young-teen.
The realization of the fact that I’ll never be able to come back here again really upset me, but the thought of never seeing lochy again was far more upsetting.
With the tears rolling off my cheeks and onto the bricked driveway I turned around and begun walking down the street to the nearest bus station that would take me to Melbourne.
Finally I arrived at Steve’s although he said he wouldn’t get home for another 4 hours, I waited around-town and went window shopping for about an hour longer so he would have some alone time before I turned up, besides, he would’ve only just gotten home from work and I didn’t want to intrude into his apartment as the same time he was coming home.
Whilst in town I met up with one of the exchange students that I was friends with back in High-school, Foxy.
Lochy didn’t really get to know him that well, but Foxy (as our other friend-group called him) came to our school as an exchange student from Mexico, and in return some of our students pissed off to Mexico.
Turns out, our school had a lot of ties with many other high-schools and secondary-schools etc from around the world and that all students that were in year 9 and up could be qualified to be exchanged with another student from another school of their choice.
Foxy and I got along really well, he was a bit shorter than me, just shy of 6foot.
He had really dark bronze skin, shortish black hair, brown eyes and a slimish body.
But as far as I knew, his exchange was only supposed to last for a year.
“Whoa! Foxy?! is….. is that really you, mate?” I asked in disbelief.
He just stood there, looking just as shocked as I was.
“I thought you were in Perth, I was actually planning a flight over there to surprise you, but I couldnt find out your address.” he replied
“Yeh, I managed to con my way back here, Perth fuckin’ sucked! Nothin’ but Derro’s and Snobby fuck-wits.”
Foxy chuckled mildly at my profanity, It was my vast library of profane come-backs that he seemed to really take a shine to.
Whenever any of our friends would get insulted I’d make a witty come-back such as the all-popular
“Go eat a dick you cock-juggeling thunder-cunt!”
and if the bullies tried to retaliate, this line always got em.
“Awww your just doing/saying that coz your butt-hurt, Tell ya what, I’ll go put on the kettle so you can make a nice warm glass of harden the fuck up”
Turns out, Foxy was actually on his way to Uni for his class, he was trying to become a doctor or something.
Ahh, how I can bust out the Scrubs references if he made it as one.
But since he couldnt stop for a real chat he told me to give him a call later tonight to catch up if I wasn’t busy, and that I was always welcome to stay the night, if I ever needed.
I got a txt from Lochy when I reached the front door of Steves apartment, “Where are you staying the night?
I sent my reply explaining where I was before knocking at the door.
I could hear a microwave going inside his apartment and the loud thumping sound of his footsteps nearing the door.
A few locks were unlocked and I was soon greeted with a face that looked nothing like the face I remembered back in high-school.
“Heeeeeeeeeeyyyyy! Your here!” his booming voice sent to me as he opened his door wider, greeting me into his home.
“Hey man, it’s been a bloody long time, hasnt it” I replied as I stepped into the well lit room.
At first glance the apartment looked normal, the room I stepped into was the lounge room, to my left the carpet became Lino and an open-plan kitchen was tucked away with a tiny closet right next to it.
To my right was two doors, obviously one of the was for his bedroom and the other, for the bathroom.
Steve closed the door behind me, Locking it as he made his way into the kitchen. “Take a seat dude, dinner will be ready in just a sec”
I plonked my things onto the floor and placed a plastic bad full of chinese food onto his kitchen counter just as the bell for his microwave dinged.
As predicted, he had made us both a bowel of cheap, Mi-Goreng noodles for dinner, but since I was late, he kept reheating it in the microwave over and over again until I arrived.
Something tells me that food shouldnt be bombarded with a microwave like that, it probably turned into jelly or something…
I untied the knot at the top of the plastic bag and pulled out the 4 rectangular tubs, each containing something different.
“And one of these is a serving of REAL Mi-Goreng, not that cheap shit you always buy” I said, starting to serve us even portions of each dish.