AUTUMN
Jose opens his eyes to see the red rear lights of the car in front of him. His eyes close again and he begins to wonder why the man to his left is so kind to him. Of all the random gentlemen that have courted him in the past why has he repeatedly spent time with this one. Maybe it’s the way his stubble tickle his cheek? The way he kisses him? Yes that must be it. Like he means it and what surprises Jose the most is that he kisses him back with the same intent. Is this what To be honest he doesn’t believe he can fall again there’s too many scrapes on his knees. Still as they pull up to his house, Jose doesn’t want to get out, he just wants to spend the night in his arms repeating the stumble of that goodnight kiss. “You know someone asked me tonight if you were my husband” said Jose
Him: Oh
Jose: I said no, he’s not my husband
Him: That was just his way of figuring out if you were single or not.
Jose: It’s just weird that people assume that about us.
Him: He was into you, that’s all it meant.
Jose: I had a good time tonight
Him: So did I beautiful.
Jose: Really though I think it says something when random people assume we’re married.
Him: Why do you feel you have to get married?
Jose: I didn’t say that, I like the idea of it.
Him: Do you think it will happen?
Jose: Yes it’ll probably happen when I stop looking for it, or expecting it to happen
Him: Things that make you go Hmmm.
They look at the other for a long second
Jose: Where is my hat?
Him: On the floor.
After Jose gathers his things in his arms they wrap each other in a tight embrace and kiss with their eyes open. As Jose walks towards his door he finds himself unable to think of any prolific question or witty remark. Only the image of his watery eyes as they said good night laid on his mind.Still Jose stood stone silent at his door, he looked to his car and waved.
STORM
As Che walked down the road he noticed someone on the other side of the street. She had light brown skin, fabulous bone structure, stylish, yet enigmatic and on trend. One of those people you look at who raises your brow and you're unsure if you're in love or going to throw up. Either way he had no idea where she was going or how he truly felt about her. His mind was on other things like the hook-up he had just escaped. He was an older man which wasn't out of the box for our Che. This man was broad chested, covered in hair and muscles, reasonably intelligent, and a quarterback in the sack. But the sex wasn't what caused Che to sneak out while the man took a snooze. It was the after-glow dialogue. The conversation was as follows:
Man: If I give up something then you should have to give up something as well.
Che: Excuse me?
Man: That's fair right?
Che: I don't know. I guess it depends
Man: If I gave up something really important to me.
Che: I don't see how this is relevant to...
Man: Just indulge me.
Che: Ok...then yes if you gave up something then yeah I think it would be fair that gave up something as well. Where the hell are you going with this?
Man: So if I have to give up my flag.
Che: Nope. I don't mix sex and politics.
Man: If I have to give up my flag then I think black people should have to give up something as well.
CHE
Man: It's only fair like you said.
Che: And what would you have us give up?
Man: The N word. Now I'm not saying I use it and I was raised where that just wasn't a word that you used. But you look at the music and movies today and it's everywhere.
Che: Yes it is.
Man: And do you agree with it.
Che: Well there was a whole movement to reclaim the word, and it didn't originate with us.
Man: Now don't get hostile.
Che: I'm not I'm merely stating the facts. Why would you want to hold onto the flag in the first place.
Man: It's my heritage.
Che: Some may say that the word is to. Now I don't agree with its rampant use and plenty of musicians are against using it altogether. However, it is part of the black experience. Why would you ask me that?
Man: Well you seem like a nice guy and it
Che: You mean a non-threatening black man.
Man: Yeah. And it had been mulling in my head. I mean I have ancestors who died for the South in my family I just don't agree that I should have to stop flying my flag because it offends some people.
Che: You know blacks died on both sided of that war, many who were forced to fight. It's more about what the flag stands for. A symbol of Jim Crow. Really what it was used to support years after the Civil War was over.
Man: Still if I can't say it you can't say it. It's a terrible word and a beautiful flag.
Che: So you feel cheated.
Man: I grew up my whole life respecting and loving everyone that I came into contact with and this is a free country. That word is evil and y'all use it all the time. If this is about making the world a better place then you can't use it anymore.
Che: We are not the only people who use the word. Hispanics, Whites, Asians all people use it.
Man: That's just what I believe.
Che's stomach rolled with the thunder in his brain and he excused himself to the restroom. When he returned he found the man had been swept into a deep slumber. So he quietly dressed and slipped out the front door. What surprised him most was that the man was so resolved and thought himself absolutely free and right in his indignation. "Are white people in this country that far gone?" " How can one be so progressive and so backwards at the same time?" The questions knocked round Che's head like balls on a billiards table.What truly haunted him was that he had missed a chance to set a man straight. He told himself then and there that he'd stop looking for love on OK Cupid. Though he knew that wouldn't calm the storm.
PHAT
Trey never felt pretty. He knew he was handsome or so his mother told him but by modern standards he was not. He had a large forehead, a protruding jaw, small features, narrow shoulders with a large waist, pencil legs, no but, a large belly, and acne. His hair however was wavy, a reasonable length, and well kept; he even had the sides shaved now to keep on trend. Trey had a wonderful and attractive personality and always found himself with a bevy of friends of all kinds. Not just the usual surface relationships, but meaningful ones. His romantic life was as barren as a South American desert (Yes they have deserts there, Google it). Girls usually just wanted to be friends and Men told him that he was not their type. After he reached 17 he knew that it was his personality that was going to find him his life long mate and as far as the physical, well God have him hands. This is how he maintained himself until he was 27 (A long time, right?). Of course he had lost his virginity by this time but as far as the love of his life was concerned he might as well be on Mercury and He/She on Earth, or so he felt. Trey was almost thrown into cardiac arrest when he saw Nell at the gas station counter.
Nell: Can I help you?
Trey: Um...
Nell: Um what?
Trey: I just want this.
Trey pushed his morning energy drink and honey bun towards her
Nell: Sure thing Sir.
Trey: Could you say that again?
Nell: Sure thing.
Trey: No the whole thing.
Nell: Sure thing Sir.
Trey: That's the first time I think I've heard some one say 'Sir' to me and meant it.
Nell: Uh, you're welcome...
Trey: I'm sorry its just you're so beautiful.
Nell: I don't feel that way.
Trey: Neither do I.
Nell: I don't think anyone does, really.
Trey: Oh I'm sure that they do.
Nell: Why are you so sure?
Trey: Because they can see it in the mirror, because they tell others that they know they are pretty.
Nell: Still that doesn't mean they believe it. Don't you know how it feels to believe something inside.
Trey: I'm not sure I do.
"Could you hurry it up, I've got to get to work. " Balked the man behind Trey.
Nell: $6.21
Trey: I mean how do you really know anything?
Nell: Debit or Credit. Well are your pants blue?
Trey: Credit. Yes, but you know what I mean.
Nell: I was just being funny. You have a nice day.
Trey: You too. What time do you get off?
Nell: Noon.
Trey: I'll see you then.
GIN & TONIC
Nev came to the realization that she was never going to show up. So he took the red flower out of his lapel and drank the rest of his vodka tonic. Why would someone carry on with him for 3 years on the internet only to bail out of the moment of physical contact. Maybe she came in and thought that he was hideous? Or that she was too hideous to be seen with him? Cowardice keeps all people from following their true heart’s desires. Did she mean to make him feel this way? So hopeless. Not about love or even the relationship but about people in general. Nev would now have no solid faith in people, did she mean to wreck him so? Did she ever exist? Is she watching him right now? Is she even a she? Just then a fairly handsome man sits in the chair opposite Nev and says “ I was about to leave once I saw you put the flower down, then I thought maybe I could make this man feel better”
Nev: What?
Nick: You just got stood up right?
Nev: Is it that obvious?
Nick: I only recognized because I’ve been there myself
Nev: Have you.
Nick: Can I buy you a drink?
Nev: Sure
Nick: Vodka or Gin tonic? I just know it was clear.
Nev: Vodka
Nick: Alright
Nick goes and return with two clear drinks.
Nev: We’re twins.
Nick: What?
Nev: We both drink Vodka tonics.
Nick: Oh this is Gin, but I’ve always wanted a twin.
Nev: So you could make up a language?
Nick: Um get out of my head.
Nev: Only say it cause that’s why I wanted one
Nick: And so you could see what your orgasam face looks like.
They laugh
Nev: Have we met before?
Nick: Yeah I’m the woman you were supposed to meet here tonight.
Nev then downs the rest of his fresh drink while keeping eye contact with his new friend.
Nev: You’re sick.
Nick: Am I?
Nev: I’m not gay.
Nick: Neither am I.
Nev: So why pretend to be a woman?
Nick: I’ve always wanted to know how it felt to be in power in a relationship
Nev: I should fucking beat your ass.
Nick: Probably and I’m not saying I don’t deserve it, but just hear me out ok?
Nev: Ok.
Nick: I know how deeply a man can love and I’m a nice guy and I’ve always wanted to feel that returned. So yeah I catfished you into a relationship but only to feel that love as deep as a man’s adoration. Thus one right here is one of the complete relationships I have ever been a part of. And really isn’t that what we want as men? To be loved and treated how we love and treat our best friends? So now we’ve got a chance to do just that Nev. I’m not saying we have to fuck, I’m saying that we get to love each other.
Nev: First I’m still going to beat your ass and second, I love you too. Now go get me another drink.
Nick goes and when he returns Nev has the rose back in his lapel. The two share a laugh. As the night progresses the empty glasses repeat their drainage and refill routine. So many times that they do not notice that the bar is closing. The rose is now behind Nick’s ear as they head towards the door requesting separate Ubers. Nev looks at Nick as he puts out his hand and Nick shakes it. They know that a true friendship has begun.
PRESEDENT
Gary never thought that he would find another partner after Craig passed away. But a few months ago he met Patrick on Zoosk and that never began to turn into maybe into a you should never say never. They clicked on multiple levels from music taste to values. Even without meeting in person Gary could tell that Patrick's personality was complemented his own. They had the same dry humor, distaste of poultry pop culture, and sexual proclivities. Now Gary was no fool, nor was this his first time at the rodeo; the grey veil of the internet had been lifted from his eyes years ago, and he was not going to commit belief to anything (even the knockout pictures that they had exchanged). Yet, against his better grasp of reality he found himself falling for Patrick. So he arranged for Patrick and himself to meet at a local 'hole in the wall' gay bar that was in between both of their houses. One of those places that has enough people in it to be a bar but not enough to be a club. Not to mention that they decided to meet on a Tuesday. The following is a dictation of their encounter.
Gary: Patrick.
Patrick: Hey.
Gary: Thank God
Patrick: Excuse me.
Gary: I spent the past 5 minutes hoping that you weren't that fat guy at the corner of the bar.
Patrick: Really?
Gary: Yeah, I mean you know the shit guys pull.
Patrick: No, I get it. No worries I'm real.
Gary: You look great.
Patrick: So do you.
Gary: Thank you,
Patrick: So it's nice to put a face with all of the pics.
Gary: Yeah.
Patrick: So how are you?
Gary: I'm better now. So do you like the bar.
Patrick: Yeah, I've heard about this place but I've never come, good choice.
Gary: Can I get you a drink? I already got my beer.
Patrick: I see that. G&T.
Gary ordered the gin and tonic and hands it to Patrick
Patrick: Thanks. You know I have to be honest, I was beginning to think that we were never going to meet.
Gary: Yeah, I'm a little slow to move in that department.
Patrick: It's ok. I know you've gone through some stuff, so I just decided to be patient.
Gary: Thanks. You're really hot.
Patrick: Look if we are going to do this. Let's get one thing straight. I know you look good and I look good as well. Let's not waste a bunch of time licking each others asses by buttering each other up. I'd rather tell you that I just want to get out of here as quickly as possible and into one of our beds.
Gary: See that's why I like you. No bullshit. Plus I agree with you. I spent all day planning how I was going to undress you.
Patrick: Ditto.
Gary: So what are we waiting for?
Patrick set his drink down on the bar and moved so their bodies were up against one another
Patrick: You tell me.
Gary moved and they embraced into a long kiss then Gary felt something poke him in a wet gushy way. He felt light headed and felt a wet spot on his stomach begin to seep through his button down shirt. Sometimes it takes a few seconds to fully process that you've been stabbed. This process can be relatively silent as well.Patrick pulled himself out of the kiss and kept his mouth to Gary's ear.
Patrick: See the funny thing is my wife was the one that picked you out. Hell awaits you faggot.
Tell your stupid partner when you see him that he meant nothing to you but the hopes of fucking some random guy you met on the internet.
Gary tried to reply but all came out were small lines of blood out of the left corner of his mouth. Owen the bartender had been watching out the corner of his eye and even though he was bipolar (undocumented) he had no trouble purchasing a handgun last week as we are in a stand your ground state. He took it out and planted a bullet into Patrick's temple. The entire bar scattered as if a light had just come on in a cave. Owen holstered his gun and continued to clean his glasses at the sink.
PIEDMONT
How many great stories have I left untold by going out and frolicking around Paris.That’s a question best left unasked. Plus youb gotta live to have the story worth telling. So a story...Frank was admiring the football players from afar which is the position that he flourished in when it came to football. The leaves had just began to turn and fall and left a golden/brown path before him. Just as he reached the second verse of the yellow brick road in his head a clear voice of reality stuck him out of his pigTails and blue dress. “Do you skip down this trail often” rang the voice.
Frank: Um no. Oh God you were watching that, how long?
Vince: About 2 verses, you’re a pretty good dancer.
Frank: No I’m not but thank you.
Vince: Do you have a name.
Frank: Frank.
Vince: Vince
Frank: I didn’t ask for yours.
Vince: But you needed to know. Now we’re not strangers.
Frank: Not quite
Vince: Well I won’t offer you any candy, and I don’t have black bmw for you to hop in.
Frank: Well you’d be arrested if you drove a car through the green.
Vince: You’re a smart ass, do you live around here?
Frank: Now that’s a creepy question.
Vince: Just curious.
The two begin walking in harmony, away from the football game (yeah that’s still happening) Frank: No I don’t live near here.
Vince: Neither do I.
Frank: Wow we could be sisters with all that we have in common.
Vince: You must be in college
Frank: if you want to believe that, fine
Vince: Oh
Frank: Don’t worry I’m 17 which is above the legal age of consent in this state, and as long as you bite me when I ask I won’t squeal to the police.
Vince: Damn, that sounded rehearsed.
Frank: This isn’t my first time at the rodeo but, rarely do I follow through, I like you, plus you liked me after you saw me daydream.
Vince: So..
Frank: Did I move too fast for you?
Vince: No, just not used to boys, um young men your age being so clear about what they want, and funny.
Frank: So is the part where we talk about politics or you invite me to your hotel room.
Vice; Um.
Frank: Yes I love cum but not on my face, and we will be fucking with condoms, if it comes to that, but really let’s be honest you weren’t looking at my calves.
Vince (through a smile): No I wasn’t. You are not a bad dancer. And Sure if you want to talk about politics we can.
Frank: After I suck your dick for a spell then yes I’ll tell you what I think about the U.S’s big brother approach to the Middle East and why Education in public Schools must be reformed from the Administration down.
Vince: Dam
Frank: I usually don’t get that until my pants are down.
Vince: You have a boyfriend?
Frank: No
Vince: I’d like the chance
Frank: Vince, I’m 17 and let’s get past the first fuck before we go ring shopping.
Vince: Baby steps.
Frank: fuck before we run.
Vince: good thing we walked first.
Frank: Exactly, which way is your hotel?
Vince: Won’t you be missed?
Frank: You’re stalling
Vince: To the east.
Vince begins walking west.
Frank: That’s west, but you’re going in the right direction.
Vince: Wow
Frank: Again, usually after my pants hit the ground, i’ll take it.
Vince: You must’ve been the most popular kid at recess
Frank: I was the child with a book in his hand.
Vince: I see.
Frank: You’re not going to talk this much in bed right?
Vince: Doubt it
Frank: Good. Close your mouth before something flies in it.
The two locked hands as they walked under the archway exiting the park. As they were crossing the street they were hit by a bus. This was the shortest unknown marriage to date. If you know of another, please inform me. I’d like to know.
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