Why does Percy have a knife? Not sure what I missed, but I’m scared and kinda turned on.
Nick
Dude… I thought it was just me, lol.
I’ll be fine. It’s fine. Eventually, everything will be fine.
Jack
Anyone who says “fine” that many times is clearly not fine.
Percy did come by, but my lies were so convincing, I had everyone fooled. But not myself. Not my heart. Throwing my all into school so I didn’t have time for overthinking didn’t work. Daily calls with my family didn’t work.
Nothing worked.
I dwelled. I cried.
In a matter of days, I’d spiraled into barely functioning. I stopped eating, stopped sleeping well, and stopped participatingin the group chat. I went to class, fought like hell to pay attention so I wouldn’t waste this opportunity while I had it, but at night, I gave in.
When no amount of holding myself ever compared to his arms, when his scent had faded from all my clothes, I buried myself under my blankets and let grief take me.
Mymattresssqueakedwhena body plopped down beside me. Most likely Percy. He was small enough to fit on here with me.
I pulled my eyelids apart, crusty and gross, as his smiling face hovered over mine.
“Funk does not look good on you,” Percy said and shoved a pillow over my face. “Much better.”
Scoffing, I batted the pillow off, dislodging him as well, then buried all but my eyes under the blankets. “It’s not funk. It’s contemplation.”
“Well, your contemplation has a grody brown about it.”
“Thanks for letting me know.”
He sniffed. “What are friends for?” Percy cocked his head, lifting his brows and turning his mouth downward. “I’m here for an intervention.”
“No,” I mumbled.
“We miss you in the group chat.”
It wasn’t only the group chat. I’d been MIA from everything.
“This is why you only fuck a person once in college. No strings. No drama,” Dorian said from the doorway.
“Silence your mouth, straight boy, or I’ll stick my purple dildo in it,” Percy snapped.
Dorian rolled his eyes. “You don’t have a dildo, purple or otherwise.”
Percy sat straighter, trying his best to be bigger than he was. He probably had a few more years of growing to do, but I doubted he’d ever be as tall as us.
“I could have a dildo, you don’t know. But that’s not the point.” He rushed the last when Dorian opened his mouth. Percy returned his attention to me. “We’re here to cheer you up, Asher.”
“Heard you broke up with your man.” Dorian thumped Percy’s head before settling across from us on my absentee roommate’s bed.
Percy patted his hair where Dorian had mussed it. “You’re so pretty, but stop talkin’.”
“Whatever. I just walked with Percy on my way to class anyway,” Dorian said as he stood. “Hope everything works out, Asher.”
“Thanks, Dorian,” I muttered.
