Holy fucking fuck! What da hells?!? Curls has totally lost it!
What da fuck happened with their chick flick?! How come it turned into a melodrama??
Curls keeps screaming under water, punching the surface like he wants to fight the current. I've never imagined seeing him like this, it's heartbreaking
And now Matt is leaving his shoes and cellphone on the grass, and like a proper chick flick male lead, jumps into the water and hugs his man.
Damn lil bro is kinda screwed. I don't want to think much about that, but if I have to take a side, it would be Curls's, we have history, I barely know lil bro, what was his name again?? Shit!
Doesn't matter, I'm not getting involved, really, I shit you not, promise!
I just wanted to borrow Matt's truck to take the pile of trash to the dumps, and now I'm stuck here... Should I go? This seems kinda intimate, Curls has stopped trashing and is sobbing in Matt's embrace. Awwww, those crazy kids are going to make it.
I discreetly make my exit.
So, the back up truck it is. I'm walking through town hoping Jee is at home. By the way everyone is throwing glances and whispering I guess the big hell broke again, I just hope they don't get me mixed up with the two stooges up hill.
So I speed up my pace, cause CC must have all the tea, and fuck it if being the center of gossip isn't fun.
Jee's truck is in the driveway, so fingers crossed, I'll spend my afternoon in the dumps.
Knock knock
"Who's there?"
"It's me"
"What are you looking for?"
"For you"
CC opens the door laughing at our improvised duo, I love that song, it's so fucked up, on the surface it's a break up song were the woman send the guy packing, but the couple are brother and sister, hence fucked up, fuck, I have a brother now. Shut your fucking mind, I know what you're thinking, I'm not that much of a perv, there will be no Pimpinela shit going on!!!
CC lets me borrow the truck, and I'm about to leave without even touching the gossip subject, she is dying to tell me, that much is obvious, but for some reason seems reluctant...
Fuck! That's enough playing with her, "Do I want to know?"
She stares at me like she knows what I mean, but still pretends that she doesn't "what do you mean?"
"Come on, we are old and we know each other"
She deflates with a giant sigh "fine... It seems the gossip is hell bent in making you a home wrecker, since the thing between you and Jee didn't stick, now they're talking about you and Marck"
"Fuck, Curls is in no condition to go through a double mango family parade in the square, so let them talk, not that I give a shit anyway"
She stays quiet for like two seconds, must have been painful "why? Why? What happened?? Is it true that you had a screaming match with his husband in the middle of the street??"
"What do you think?" I fake angry stare at her, she swats at my arm "we had a nice chat over whisky, well I had whisky, he almost fainted when he tasted it" I am laughing and she looks at me like I'm crazy, fuck you! I always wanted a little brother, just cause I won't acknowledge him, doesn't mean I won't make fun of him.
She tries to coax some info out of me, and I just tell her about our little talk, but nothing about Curls. Or genetics...
I mean... I like gossip as much as the next guy, but no matter how fun it may be, which is not in this case, I don't gossip about friends, that's a big no-no for me, and after everything I found out this morning, Curls has always been a good friend, I was the shitty one. Fuck!
Eventually I managed to get away without spilling a single drop of the tea. Yeah I'm feeling proud about it, so? If you knew how relentless she is, you'll probably would be proud too.
After only one trip all the trash is gone, well, the trash outside, the inside is still trash full. So before I start with the second pile, I take a sandwich break and notice many, many missed calls from Darky, my partner in my development firm, it's been only a few days, how much could he have fuck it up?
So I call him "brother! What took you so long! Do you have an idea of how worried we were? Is everything ok? What's happening there? Just hire someone to handle that shit and come back, I'll pay, just hurry up and come back!"
Fuck fuck fuck "what did you do?"
"Nothing nothing, everything is fine fine, really" he pauses and I let him simmer in his own juice "it's just... You know, we're just a tiny tiny lil bit worried about your mental well being? why do you have to be so confrontational about everything, really, humf"
"Did you fucked up the firm already?"
"WHAT?! NOOO, of course not, how dare you?! I haven't even been there since you left!"
"Fuck Jace! I told you to keep track of the project, we need it ready next week!!"
"Then you better hurry up! I'm just here to look pretty and sell shit! You're the project guy!!"
"What da fuck dude! I am way prettier than you! And since when are you so clingy? What's going on? Talk!"
"Ummm... Well... I been reading a lot lately, um... About guys going back to their home Town, turns out it happens a lot, and they always reconnect with their first love and decide to stay in little shit town, middle nowhere, and you have to come back dude! I can't handle the firm alone, I have no fucking clue of what da fucking fuck I'm doing!!!"
What can I say, I'm laughing my ass off to this idiot "you know? They're called cheap romance novel for a reason!"
"No they're not! You're not gonna full me again, I've already looked it up! They're just romance novels.
"well... Anyway, you're half right, I actually got together with my first love and I'm in a very committed relationship"
He gasps, such a drama queen "I knew it!! You wretch!! You traitorous traitorous knave!! If you leave the firm I will wreck that village to the ground!!" He gets medieval when he is angry, and that always makes me laugh, which makes him even angrier.
"Relax asshole!! Have you forgotten who my first love is?"
He stays quiet for a minute "you don't mean..."
"Yep. Fel is here"
"FUCK YEEEAAHHH!!!" He's even more happy than I was "that means you're coming back right? You're not leaving us behind right?" That's kinda sweet actually, all this time thinking that Fel was my only friend, and here's this guy caring "right? The firm it's not going to run it self, so you have to come back!" ... I stand corrected
"That's why your there! Get out of bed on go do your fucking job, and mine cause I'm on leave!!"
"But I'm on vacation, it's not fair that your lazing around and I have to do all the work"
"When your mom dies you can take a week off ok? Now stop fucking around and go do our jobs or do I have to call your uncle??"
"What! No dude! You can't take a joke? I'm going ok? I'm going. So serious, you're always so serious" and he hungs up. The fucking jerk hungs up.
So I call him back. "HEY YOU IDIOT! YOU DON'T HUNG UP THE PHONE WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE, YOU HEAR ME??" it's really rude.
"Ok... Everything alright over there? You sound a little stressed..."
Fuck "fuck... Sorry, being here is fucking exhausting, still, don't hung up without saying goodbye ok?"
"Ok, then you don't threaten to tattle! You're so childish!"
"I'm childish? I'm childish?" And we both star laughing, fuck, this trip has been an eye opener in many many ways.
"Ok, what's going on there, really?"
"I've... I don't know, it's weird, but good weird? I've been reconnecting with old friends, and I've realized that I'm a shitty friend... well, you might have noticed." may as well own up to it. In your face! I am a grown up!!
"You're not a shitty friend, you're just... shitty at feelings" well... I am shitty at feelings "and birthdays"
"What??"
"Today is the twins birthday, that's why I took the day off"
Oh fuck "holly fuck! I don't even know what day of the week is! This place is like a time warp. Thanks for the reminder dude? Are they there?"
"They're playing outside, if you want to talk to them you're going to have to call them to their new phones or they refuse to talk, they're waiting for birthday calls but no one has their number, so I've been sending texts all day"
"You know you can just send one text to many contacts at the same time right?"
"You can? But I spend hours!"
"You didn't even copy paste?"
"WHAT??? You're fucking with me right? There's no control button in the keyboard... And how do I even select the text? This thing doesn't have a mouse!"
"dude, just... Just text me their numbers and ask your husband to teach you cellphoning"
"Ok, ok, just don't curse too much, the preschool already gave us a warning!"