Breeze (The Mighty Queertet: Story 3)

Chapter 3: Blowing Off Steam by Star

Fulton’s POV
I climb out of the car feeling achy. I hate long car journeys. Adam and Charlie seem to be having yet another tiff, which basically means that they cut each other dead every time a conversation gets going.

It doesn’t take a genius to work out what their fight was about. Every time we passed the car containing Taz Charlie became positively animated and started waving like a lunatic.

Actually, come to think of it, he was probably doing it to annoy Adam.

He’s in a really bizarre mood.

Just to prove the point he runs over to Taz, picks her up and twirls her around until they fall over. Adam and Maya look highly unimpressed. He starts tickling her and Taz laughs like a loon, and I hope and pray that she hasn’t slept in the car. She drove us all insane at the Christmas party.

I guess it’s nice that Taz and Charlie get on so well, but do they have to take it to the point where they exclude their respective other halves?

I see Maya’s had enough of being ignored by her girlfriend and she picks up her bag and walks towards the house.

Portman walks over to me and nods at the two of them lying on the grass then at Adam who has followed Maya. “Could be us,” he says. “She used to be your friend.”

“I’ve got enough to worry about,” I tell him.

He tilts my face so I look him in the eye. “Don’t tell me you called them again?”

What am I supposed to do? They’re my parents for god’s sake. “I’m flat broke!” I snap. “I thought they’d at least give me money if promised not to come home.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got money.”

Wonderful. Another thing that Portman can bail me out on. “Great. Shall I sponge off you for the next two years? Your parents would love that!”

He raises his hands in a peaceful gesture and I cut him off before he can apologize. “Sorry. Long car journey.” I think if he apologizes to me one more time about the way I treat him I’ll explode.


“What?” I take a deep breath and calm myself. “Look, I’m not in the best of moods right now. I hate long journeys, can we have this conversation later?”

I pick up my bag and walk off before he can answer. I don’t move fast enough to miss his sigh of despair.

I hate this. I always seem to be angry at someone recently, and more often than not it’s Portman—and he just takes it. And then I feel guilty, which makes my temper worse.

Why on earth did I agree to come on this trip?

Oh yeah, I didn’t have anywhere else to go.

We meet Adam’s cousin, Matthew, who has assured us that he won’t spend a lot of time here, let alone come along with us anywhere. It works for me.

Mr. and Mrs. Banks fuss over Matthew for over an hour, congratulating him on his academic success, before finally leaving. Matthew leaves only minutes later after showing us the rooms.

Portman and I are sharing, no surprise there. Guy is rooming with Adam and Charlie—I don’t envy him in the slightest, if the way they’re glaring at each other is an indicator of their mood, and the girls are together in another room.

Naturally, the girls bag the prettiest room—complete with its own balcony. I don’t care either way, as long as I don’t have to share.

I manage to get away from the chaos by locking myself in the shower. I’m not going to be popular, I think I used all the hot water, and there are three girls in the house.

I’m actually beginning to feel almost human as I walk down the hall. Naturally it’s only a fleeting feeling.

I watch as Maya storms out of Charlie’s room looking highly agitated. Only moments later Charlie follows, looking fairly upset himself.

Oh god.

It’s the Christmas party revisited.

The Girl, Official stalker of Carla, Tangible Muse and Bod Who Generally Fixes the Mean Nasty Coding That Makes Carla Cry (After Having Broken It In The First Place)

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