Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2006 15:58:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Lusty <lustyville@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Science of Us-Part13. Talk to Me (Pat)

     `Maybe I should have run after him naked' I thought. I
wasted too much time trying to find my damn boxers and put them
on and I shouldn't have listened to Drew's advice.

     I was about to run after Kyle when Drew grabbed me and said,
"Don't chase him, give him some space. John is with him, so you
know he's not alone. He'll call you when he's ready to talk, so
play it cool, and I'm willing to bet money that he took my car.
You know he has to bring it back eventually, just wait."

     "Play it cool? How the hell am I supposed to play it cool
when I just cheated on my boyfriend! With you of all people? Oh
God, I'm going to be sick."

     "Relax. Besides, you said he wasn't your boyfriend yet. He
technically has no claim to you."

     "Just shut up." He sat silently on the bed watching me pace
in my room for about ten minutes. I looked over at him and all he
had on was a pair of boxers. "Put some damn clothes on!" I barked
at him. He looked hurt by my tone, but he deserved it. "I can't
take it!" I finally shouted. I had to call him, I had to make
sure he was okay. I picked up my phone and dialed his number. I
heard the familiar message and then the beep. "Kyle, why won't
you pick up the phone? Come on, Kyle. Talk to me. Please. I love
you. I'm sorry. I'm calling back again in five minutes, because I
know you're going to listen to this message." I waited five
minutes and then I called the number again. This time it went
directly to voicemail. "Damn it!" I threw my phone against the
wall and watched it break and fall to the floor in two pieces.

     "Nice work Einstein." Drew joked.

     I pointed my finger at him. "Shut it because I am not in the
mood."

     He put his arms in the air and said, "I surrender."

     "Fuck you!"

     "No thank you, I prefer fucking you," he said with a grin on
his face.

     That was it. I lost it. I charged across the room at him and
jumped on him. I started hitting him and yelling at him, "I hate
you! I hate you!" He put his hands up to protect his face and
moved his body in to the fetal position. I hit him until my hands
got tired, which was about two minutes after I started. I stood
up and looked down at him. I regretted telling him to put on some
clothes because I would have enjoyed seeing marks on him from my
fist. He stayed in the fetal position for a few seconds, probably
waiting for the next blow. When he realized I was done, he looked
up at me. He looked in my eyes and I tried to give him the evil
eye before I turned around and walked over to my broken cell
phone. I picked up the half with the battery and the chip in it
and took the chip out. Sometimes having a little bit of money had
its perks. I walked over to my computer desk and opened the top
drawer which contained two other cell phones I used. I picked one
of them and put the chip in it. I sat down in the chair at the
computer desk and stared at the phone. I thought staring at it
long enough would cause it to ring.

     My trance like state was ended when I heard Drew talking.
"Hey John. Where are you guys?" I opened my mouth to say
something, but he put his finger to his lips, telling me to be
quiet. "Why can't you tell me? I won't tell Pat." "What? How can
you say that? Do you really think I'm capable of doing something
that awful?" "It just happened. We both regret it." I didn't mean
to" John cut him off and said something. "Okay, so I did mean to,
but not like this, never like this." "John! John!" He slammed his
phone shut and looked at me. "He hung up."

     "What did he say?"

     "Nothing much, he thinks I planned this whole thing and I'm
an asshole."

     "Did you?"

     "Of course not! I would never do anything so, so"

     "Devious?"

     "Yeah that."

     I opened my phone and said, "John."

     "What are you doing?"

     "Calling John." John must have turned his phone off after
dealing with Drew because his phone went straight to voicemail,
too. I closed my phone. "Damn it!"

     "Don't throw that one," warned Drew.

     We both sat in silence for a few minutes before a thought
entered my head. "What did you mean to do?"

     "Huh?"

     "When you were talking to John you said that you meant to do
something."

     "I did?"

     "Don't play with me Drew, I am really not in the mood."

     "I, um, I, well, I"

     "Spit it out!"

     "I wanted to have sex with you tonight and I wanted to break
up you and Kyle, but you have to believe me that I didn't mean
for it to happen like this."

     "Why?"

     "Because I was jealous."

     "Of what?"

     "Of you and Kyle. I always thought I would be your first
boyfriend and then this guy comes out of nowhere and swoops down
and takes you away. I just wanted you back."

     "A, you never had me, and B, you're not gay."

     "Well A, I beg to differ, and B, who says I'm not gay? How
do you know that?"

     "You told me."

     "Well, things change." He stood up and walked towards me. He
reached out and let his index finger trace a path along my cheek.
"People change."

     I ripped my face away from him. "I can't deal with this." I
stood up and put on a pair of pants and a shirt.

     "What are you doing?" he asked.

     "I'm leaving."

     "But this is your house."

     "But you're still in it."

     "I'll leave."

     "Don't bother," I told him as I grabbed my car keys and
headed for the door. I got in my car and drove about five blocks
away before I pulled over to the side of the road and called
Chris' cell. The phone rang and went to his voicemail 4 times
before Chris finally picked up one of my calls.

     "This better be good," he said. I could still hear the sleep
in his voice.

     "Unlock your window, I'll be there in a few minutes."

     "Don't be mad if I shoot you when you open the window." I
was going to tell him `okay,' but he hung up the phone. A few
minutes later, I was in his backyard grabbing the ladder he used
to sneak Jessica in sometimes. I put the ladder against the house
and climbed up to his window. I tried to push the window up but
it wouldn't budge. I lightly tapped on the window and nothing
happened. I knew Chris must have gone back to sleep. I was
tempted to bang on the window, but I was afraid someone else
might hear, so I settled for calling him.

     "Hello," he said in one big yawn.

     "Open the damn window or I'm going to break it."

     "Stop playing around Pat. I'll talk to you later."

     "Don't you hang up the phone! Look at the window you idiot!"
I started tapping on the window.

     "Is that you at my window?"

     "Yes, now come let me in."

     A few seconds later, he was standing at the window pulling
it. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked me through the
phone. Once inside, I hung up my phone and he hung up his.

     "It's been a long night." I told him. He got back in his bed
and I got in it with him. My first thought was that this would
look really bad, but then I realized no one would catch us, and
even dumbo would know nothing was going on between me and Chris.
That would be like doing my brother, if I had one, and I'm not in
to incest. He turned to face me so I could tell him the story.
Suddenly, he reached out and hit me.

     "You've been drinking! I smell it all over you and your
breath, whew. Did you drive over here like that? You know better,
you could have killed someone, or worse even, you could have
killed yourself."

     I was tempted to be a smartass and say something like, `oh,
so I'm no one then' but I knew he wouldn't get it because his
mind was on other things, like what had me in my current state.
"You know I don't drink and drive, but this was an emergency."

     "And the kid you leave splattered all over the pavement
wouldn't be?"

     "Huh?" I looked at him for a minute trying to slow down my
brain enough to process what he was saying. "Oh, I get it."

     "You know how I feel about drunk drivers. You were there
when we had to bury Craig. You know it's nothing to play around
with."

     Craig was his little brother. Some drunk driver hit their
car when the family was on the way back from the movies one night
and Craig didn't make it. That had been a rough time for Chris
and I can honestly say that I felt his pain because Craig was
like a little brother to me too. "I'm not drunk, Chris."

     "That doesn't matter, you shouldn't have been drinking, but
you didn't come here for a lecture, and I hope to get some sleep
tonight, so tell me what's going on."

     I told him the whole story, starting with what happened
after he left. When I told him how I almost had a heart attack
when Kyle walked in on us, I was shocked that he was less than
supportive, "Well it would have served you right you little
cheater."

     "I already feel bad enough without you making it worse."

     He pulled me close to him and said, "I know you do." I cried
as I told him how Kyle wasn't answering his phone and how Drew
had set me up, or at least in my mind, Drew set me up.

     "Drew didn't set you up. He couldn't have known what time
Kyle would arrive, that's just the way things worked out."

     "Well thanks for being the voice of reason, but I'm still
going to blame Drew for this whole thing if you don't mind."

     "Well, I don't mind, but you're the most at fault. You're
the one involved with Kyle."

     "Sometimes I wish you would just lie to me."

     "I love you way too much to do that. My eyes are trying to
close on me, so this is what you need to do: you need to accept
your responsibility and face up to it like a man, and stop crying
and whining about what Drew did to you and go to sleep so we can
both get some rest because there's nothing you can do right now."

     "But"

     "We'll talk about this some more in the morning," he said
before wiping away some of my tears and turning around to face
away from me. I didn't think I would be able to fall asleep, but
I was. I talked to Chris in the morning and he told me to go home
and wait until Kyle called because he would definitely call, even
if it was just to curse me out.

     I pulled in to my driveway and saw Kyle and John sitting on
my front steps. I almost killed myself trying to get out of my
car. I walked over to the steps and said hello.

     John stood up and said, "I think I'll leave you two alone."
He put his hand on Kyle's shoulder. "Call me if you need
anything, I'll be right inside." John turned without
acknowledging my presence and walked in to my house.
c Lustyville 2006

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