a bohemian boy & the love of his life
...and as he peered into the passenger side mirror, a tear slid down the boy's cheek. And he remembered everything.
"Shit, he saw me looking!" In his head, he slowly grew more and more nervous over the night. This was the night for which the boy had been waiting a long time. Tonight was the night he was going to tell the man that he loved him, and that he had always loved him since they met. But the man still hadn't complimented him on the way he looked or on his new haircut, and he most certainly had not even given him the usual hug. Instead, he walked around from group to group, spending more time with other people than with the person who cared most for him. "What have I done wrong?" thought the boy, over and over again. "I just need to tell him that I love him," he pondered, "but I can't in front of all of these people." So he went up to the man and whispered in his ear, "I have a perfect joint all rolled and ready to smoke. You in?" To which the man returned, "Soon." The boy waited patiently throughout the night, to no avail. He walked to the bathroom to wash his face, opened the door, and the man walked out. "You ready," asked the younger of the two. "I drank so much tonight," came an answer. The boy shut the door and turned his back on the man, who raised his voice slightly and ordered, "Boy, come back! Boy!" He kept walking.
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"Shit, he's looking over here again," thought the bashful man as he turned his head quickly in the opposite direction. "I hope he doesn't see me staring at him." The man thought that the boy didn't like him as he used to, so he had resorted to careless flirting from across the room. He had tried his hardest to all night to talk to the boy, but everytime he attempted a try, he got choked up and would skirt away. "God, I bet he thinks I'm a jerk," assumed the man. "God, he's so beautiful," the boy surmised. "I hope he doesn't think she and I are together," the man envisioned, "We're only good friends." Eventually, the boy went over to him and offered to smoke a joint with him. "Soon," smiled the happy man. "Soon." The boy walked away with a beaming grin. At that point, the alcohol had caught up with him, and he decided to play it safe. So, he walked calmly to the bathroom and washed his face. As he was drying his hands, the door opened. He must have said something wrong, as the boy left upset with the man calling after him. "Why won't he come back and talk to me?"
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The boy spent the night in a restless slumber on the floor. When he woke up in the morning, he walked upstairs to the man's room to say goodbye. As he walked up the stairs, he saw their two bodies in the bed, on top of the covers. A frown crept to his face, and as he got to the top of the stairs, he realized that they both had their clothes on. The frown turned upside down and became the biggest smile the boy ever had. He tip-toed over to the man's side of the bed, shook him slightly - enough to wake him only - and hugged him tightly. The boy whispered into the man's ear, "I love you, always." To which the man replied, "I love you, boy." Smiles came upon both of their faces, and as the boy joyfully traipsed down the stairs, he began to sing lyrics of a song to himself: Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me. He knew he always would. As he got into the passenger's seat of a friend's car, he looked out his window and noticed the overcast day. While they were driving away, he looked down into the side mirror...
"Shit, he saw me looking!" In his head, he slowly grew more and more nervous over the night. This was the night for which the boy had been waiting a long time. Tonight was the night he was going to tell the man that he loved him, and that he had always loved him since they met. But the man still hadn't complimented him on the way he looked or on his new haircut, and he most certainly had not even given him the usual hug. Instead, he walked around from group to group, spending more time with other people than with the person who cared most for him. "What have I done wrong?" thought the boy, over and over again. "I just need to tell him that I love him," he pondered, "but I can't in front of all of these people." So he went up to the man and whispered in his ear, "I have a perfect joint all rolled and ready to smoke. You in?" To which the man returned, "Soon." The boy waited patiently throughout the night, to no avail. He walked to the bathroom to wash his face, opened the door, and the man walked out. "You ready," asked the younger of the two. "I drank so much tonight," came an answer. The boy shut the door and turned his back on the man, who raised his voice slightly and ordered, "Boy, come back! Boy!" He kept walking.
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"Shit, he's looking over here again," thought the bashful man as he turned his head quickly in the opposite direction. "I hope he doesn't see me staring at him." The man thought that the boy didn't like him as he used to, so he had resorted to careless flirting from across the room. He had tried his hardest to all night to talk to the boy, but everytime he attempted a try, he got choked up and would skirt away. "God, I bet he thinks I'm a jerk," assumed the man. "God, he's so beautiful," the boy surmised. "I hope he doesn't think she and I are together," the man envisioned, "We're only good friends." Eventually, the boy went over to him and offered to smoke a joint with him. "Soon," smiled the happy man. "Soon." The boy walked away with a beaming grin. At that point, the alcohol had caught up with him, and he decided to play it safe. So, he walked calmly to the bathroom and washed his face. As he was drying his hands, the door opened. He must have said something wrong, as the boy left upset with the man calling after him. "Why won't he come back and talk to me?"
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The boy spent the night in a restless slumber on the floor. When he woke up in the morning, he walked upstairs to the man's room to say goodbye. As he walked up the stairs, he saw their two bodies in the bed, on top of the covers. A frown crept to his face, and as he got to the top of the stairs, he realized that they both had their clothes on. The frown turned upside down and became the biggest smile the boy ever had. He tip-toed over to the man's side of the bed, shook him slightly - enough to wake him only - and hugged him tightly. The boy whispered into the man's ear, "I love you, always." To which the man replied, "I love you, boy." Smiles came upon both of their faces, and as the boy joyfully traipsed down the stairs, he began to sing lyrics of a song to himself: Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me. He knew he always would. As he got into the passenger's seat of a friend's car, he looked out his window and noticed the overcast day. While they were driving away, he looked down into the side mirror...