My Sad Sorry Selfish Cry Out to the Cutter

(Ya, I got the title from a part in “im a fake” by the used)

Chapter 1: A Room to Share

Columbus, Ohio…

What the fuck am I doing here?

Oh yeah… I remember now

(I flicked my cigarette out to the parking lot from my 8th floor hotel room)

That damn mother of mine sent me here on a shitty holy retreat with our church.

Like hell if she thinks I’m gonna come back with gleaming eyes and overalls after doing this to me… im gonna make her pay.

Just as I closed the window, I turned around to see one of the dickwad supervisors smiling at me like I was some friend of his.

I just kept gawking at him, “can I help you?”

Probably from my ominous demeanor, the man’s little smirk changed to a shit-his-pants look, “easy now little slugger, I just wanted to show a new camper his room.”

What…the…fuck?! For the many years I’ve been to this damn thing, I’ve never had to share a room with anyone. It’ll probably be a little kid who wets his bed at night and whines about his “mama”.

I shrugged my shoulders,” so…ya gonna let him in?”

He snapped back to reality as if he had forgotten the reason he came here in the first place.

I stared at the doorway as he moved over and a slim figure moved into the room.

Oh… so this is my roommate… he was hot

(So what, im gay)

I couldn’t help staring at him, but when he looked up at me, I idiotically averted his gaze.

He made his way into the room, little by little, carrying two heavy ass bags, while I just stood there looking.

The man from before chuckled lightly and left the room closing the door behind him.

What the fuck was that all about?

Whatever.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched the boy unpack his belongings into the drawers provided.

Damn, he was far beyond hot.

He most likely stood at 5’3”

Slightly tanned skin, the perfect complexion

His eyes were a forest green

He was a bit skinny, but I didn’t mind

And most of all, his hair was long in the front in an overgrown bang,

But in the back, it was short and spiked. The color was black with red streaks.

Now I see why they put him in a room with me…totally badass.

They usually put individuals together that they think seem the same.

About 5 minutes had passed, and neither one of us had said one word to each other… I was about to change that.

Just as I was getting ready to make a fool of myself, I thought, “What the hell am I supposed to do? Walk over to him and say “hey buddy! Have butt secks with me naow…” hell no. shit… ill just wait for now.

I threw my self back onto the bed and sang MCR’s “ghost of you” in a tone that was hardly audible.

Obviously listening close enough, I heard him let out a small yawn.

It was cute. It reminded me of a new born puppy crying for the first time.

Argh! I couldn’t take it anymore!
Without thinking of the outcomes, I sprang up from the bed and practically yelled, “Hey, my name’s Derrick!”

Shit was the only thing that popped into my head.

Damn it, damn it, damn it. Why do I always do something stupid like this?!

-- Okey doke --

Chapter one is now complete… I hope you somewhat took interest in it.

As you may have noticed, we still haven’t found out a name for Derrick’s roommate

But don’t worry, I promise to tell you in the next chapter…

Besides, I just started it

stay with me on my journey ‘kay?

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