Breeze (The Mighty Queertet: Story 3)
Chapter 30: Airy Confessions by Victory Thru Tears
“Adam, will you stop it?” she turns around to ask me shrilly.
“Sorry.” I chuckle.
She rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to the movie.
The door bangs open, and Charlie steps into the room. His hair, face, and clothes are covered in cream-colored paint. Maya takes one look at him and jumps up from the bed.
“Oh god, my room…” She moans before scrambling to put her shoes on.
“Nice flowers!” Charlie grins as he crosses his arms over his paint covered chest.
Maya gives him a horrified glance, which quickly turns into a scowl. “I’m going to kill her.”
She storms out of the room, making sure that she doesn’t brush Charlie and get paint all over herself.
Charlie chuckles a little after she leaves. He stops as he notices me glaring at him, and moves to his side of the bed.
I stare horrified at the floor, realizing that he’s tracked cream paint all the way from the girls’ dorm. That, and he’s dripping!
“Charlie, what the hell are you doing?” I yell.
“What?” In the process of turning around, two big globs of paint drop off him and onto the floor.
“Your clothes, take them off!”
“What?” Charlie stares at me, dumbstruck.
I quickly shake my head, that last line didn’t come out right. I decide to try again, in a better way. “You’re fucking dripping everywhere! Go change or something, you’re messing up our room!”
“Ok, ok… stop yelling.” Charlie holds his hands up in a defensive gesture. He turns around to head into the bathroom, and mumbles a cuss word.
“Why can’t you say anything to my face?” I snap. He slams the bathroom door in answer.
A few moments later he comes back out, now for the most part paint free. He heads for the door, and I realize that he’s going to leave.
“Where are you going? You have to clean this shit up!” I motion to the floor, where the cream paint is drying.
He ignores me, and leaves the room. I jump from the bed and follow him.
“I’m not going to let that dry on the floor, and I’m not going to clean it up. You’d better get in there and do it.” I order as I close the door behind me.
“God, Adam! You sound like my mother, but one hundred times bitchier. Give it a rest, maybe if you’d stop yelling I’d clean it up!” He swivels around to snap at me.
“Great, we now have the logic of a two year old.” I cross my arms and glare at him.
“Stop insulting me!” he yells.
“Why can’t you just go in there and clean it?”
“You know what? Fine. But only because you’re really pissing me off!” Charlie reaches for the doorknob, and pushes against the door to open it.
It doesn’t move.
“Don’t tell me you fucking locked the door,” Charlie groans.
“Don’t swear at me,” I retort.
“Yeah, cause you weren’t just swearing at me!” he says sarcastically as he tries the door again.
“Shut up and move.” I shove him aside to try the door myself.
“What? Don’t trust my judgment?” He sneers as he leans against the wall.
I ignore him and turn the doorknob. Yeah, it’s locked.
“Great.” I lean against the wall on the other side of the door. “What do we do now?”
“I can try and break it down.” Charlie suggests.
I cough to cover my laugh.
“What?” He narrows his eyes. “I can do it!”
I nod scornfully. He glares at me and backs away from the door. I sigh and rub my temple as Charlie rushes at the door. There’s a loud thump, a yelp, and Charlie slides to the floor.
“I’m going to get the Bash Brothers,” I say, trying to ignore the whimpering noise he’s making.
I walk down the hall and knock on Fulton and Portman’s door.
I hear a slight scuffling noise, some murmuring, and Fulton answers looking a bit disheveled. I suppress my grin.
“Yes?” he asks politely.
“We’re locked out,” I tell him.
“What do you want me to do about it?”
“I don’t know, pull it off its hinges or something.” I shrug. I’m not exactly sure what they should do, I just know that they’re the Bash Brothers… they’re big and manly, they can think of something.
“Yeah, ok.” He grudgingly motions for his boyfriend to come along, and they follow me to my room. Charlie’s still on the floor, holding his shoulder and moaning in pain.
“What happened to him?” Portman asks.
“He tried to knock the door down.” I roll my eyes and lean against the wall. Charlie glares at the Bash Brothers as they snort with laughter.
Fulton pushes against the door a couple times, and then he and Portman try the same tactic that Charlie had. Nothing works.
“What are we supposed to do?” Portman asks. “We’re not a wrecking crew!”
“You’re big, you’re manly… think of something.” Charlie mumbles from the floor. Instinctively, I grin. Wasn’t I just thinking that a couple minutes ago?
“Shut up, Spazway,” Fulton says, nudging him with his foot.
Charlie cries out in pain, and Fulton quickly draws his foot back.
“What’s with you?”
“I think I dislocated my shoulder or something.” Charlie whimpers.
The Bash Brothers roll their eyes, but I stay silent. We may be broken up, but I never like to see Charlie in pain.
“I’ll go downstairs and get the supervisor,” Fulton sighs.
About ten minutes later, Charlie is lying on his bed, still whining. Fulton and Portman left after the supervisor let us. I really have to wonder why Charlie and I didn’t think of that earlier. Probably because we were too busy arguing and insulting each other.
Charlie lets out another small noise of pain. That’s about the fourth one in the last thirty seconds.
“For god’s sake, do you just want some painkillers?” I burst out.
He looks at me, surprised.
“That won’t kill me or anything?” He asks.
I shake my head. “They’re not prescription.”
“Ok, sure.” He tries to shrug, but immediately winces with pain. I have to roll my eyes at that.
I move to my dresser and pull out a small bottle. I take out two small pills, and grab a bottle of water from the desk. I set them both down on the nightstand next to him, and he thanks me. I then turn around to search for something to do. I finally settle down to watch the rest of the movie Maya and I had been watching.
After about ten minutes, I hear a strange noise. It’s definitely not coming from The Talented Mr. Ripley.
“Well as for now I’m gonna hear the saddest song and sit alone and wonder how you’re making out. And as for me I wish that I was anywhere, with anyone, making out…”
I look over at Charlie. He’s facing the wall with his back to me. And he’s singing. Charlie never sings. But I’ve been told that I sing when I’m on painkillers, maybe the drugs are doing the same for him. He turns around to face me, and continues his song.
“I’m missing your laugh, how did it break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you’re as happy as you’re pretending.”
Is he trying to give me a subliminal message? Or is my guilt catching up with me?
“I’m cuddling close to blankets and sheets, and I am alone in my defeat. I wish I knew you were safely at home…”
“Charlie, are you ok?” I ask him, but he ignores me and continues singing. He has a glazed look in his eyes. I wonder if I look that weird when stoned. I should really get someone to tape it next time.
“I’m missing you bad, I never sleep… avoiding the spots where we’d have to speak, and this bottle of beast is taking me home.”
I finally place the song. It’s something that Maya listens to sometimes. It’s pretty depressing, actually. Charlie trails off, and silence reigns for a few moments in the room.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.
“What?” I ask. I’m not sure if I’ve heard him correctly… he’s… sorry?
“Yeah. I’m sorry that I’m horrible to you. It just hurts to be around you because I… I…”
“Charlie, you’re stoned off your ass. You should just sleep.” I don’t know why I’m stopping him. As much as I kid myself, I really want to hear what he has to say.
“I don’t want to sleep without you. No, I can’t sleep without you,” He murmurs so softly, I have to strain to hear him.
“Look, you know how I get when I’m on those painkillers, you’re just hallucinating. Just sleep, please.” I say it more to convince myself.
He shakes his head vehemently. “I’m not going to sleep without you!”
“What do you want me to do?” I jump up from my bed, flinging my hands out in exasperation.
“Don’t yell.” He covers his head with his pillow.
I sigh, and sit back down. I’m getting all jittery. I don’t like this. We should be fighting, it gets too awkward if we’re civil. We’re supposed to be lovers or enemies. Being simply friends doesn’t fit into the equation anymore.
He sounds so innocent, so pleading. I can’t help but look over at him.
“What, Charlie?” I ask.
“Help me go to sleep.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
He shrugs, and immediately winces. I roll my eyes, and get up from my bed again.
“Don’t do that with your shoulders,” I tell him.
“I want to sleep,” he says.
“I can’t. Help me.”
“Charlie, what am I supposed to do?” I really don’t like the way he sounds so child-like.
He moves over in his bed, leaving a space that is big enough to fit me. He pats it.
“I don’t know…” I say reluctantly.
He gazes at me for a few seconds, and I give in. It’s all in the eyes.
I lay down on the bed, and he moves into my embrace. I take a deep breath. It’s been quite a while since we’ve had any physical contact. Something like two months, since before we even broke up.
He murmurs against my chest and I hesitantly start to stroke his hair. I’m not supposed to be letting myself do this…
Oh hell, why not? I’m not kidding anyone anymore. Maybe it’s time to take the necessary steps towards getting back together.
“I love you, Banksie.”
I stare down at him with surprise. His eyes are closed, and his fingers are absentmindedly making pattern on my chest.
“I… love you too, Spaz.” I kiss his forehead, surprising even myself.
He smiles against my shoulder, and his breathing starts to get slower. After about half an hour I’m sure that he’s asleep.
I find that I really don’t want to move. But… I should.
I unwind my arms from around him and replace my shoulder with a real pillow. I slowly lift myself out from under him.
I’m not sure what to do with myself now. I don’t want to continue watching the movie, it might wake him up. Maybe I’ll go find Maya and hang out. Or, if all else fails, Connie.
I take one last look at Charlie before I leave the room. Something on the nightstand catches my eye. I cautiously walk over to inspect it.
Two small white pills lie next to an unopened bottle of water.
The grin threatens to split my face as I grab my room key and leave the dorm.
Author’s Note: Lyrics shamelessly stolen from Dashboard Confessional’s “Screaming Infidelities”.
Note to the readers:
So everyone, this is it. The end of Breeze.
Don’t start to bitch and whine, Sun will be hitting your computer screens in a matter of days! Hopefully it will be everything the last three weren’t. Thanks so much for faithfully reading all that we put our characters through, and hopefully you will continue to enjoy what we do!
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