It started with nothing

I couldn’t take it.

It was too much for me to handle, I had to say somebody. So I dialed Dean’s phone number and when he picked up, I put him on speaker.

After a minute of very embarrassing silence, when I told him I made out with a guy, there was a lot of tension when I continued and told him what happened at the dinner yesterday night. It really wasn’t like him to be that quiet. I could tell he was deep in shock. That was until he wasn’t.

“Dude, are you fucking serious?” Dean said to the phone.

“Yeah man, I just thought that it would be really cool to come up with a story where I make out with my girlfriends father. NO I’M NOT KIDDING, DEAN!” The last words I almost shouted out, fighting the urge to throw my phone against a wall.

“Oh, shit. That’s just really messed up.” Dean replied.

“Well thank you. Your help is very much appreciated.” I said bitterly.

“Like, I’m sorry, but I don’t even know what to tell you, not talking about how I don’t know how to help you.”

“Ah, I know. I’m deep in shit. Literally. Dad offered me place in his company today morning, you know like an internship. I told him I’m not interested.”

“Holy shit.” I could feel his shock even through the phone.

“Yeah, exactly. He got pissed off and told me that and I quote it’s not an option but a command. We were fighting about it like an hour. Anyway, since tomorrow I’ll be every other day stuck in that fucking financial Hell.” As I replied I could hear Dean sigh on the other end.

“Well, you’re fucked from every angle, my friend.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“On the bright side, I don’t think it could possibly get any worse.” Dean said with a smile in his voice.

“God I hope so. It’s enough bad as it is right now.”

“Ahahah, can you imagine how bad things would get if you hit it off with Mr. Way? Don’t answer, Frank. I can, you won’t like it. Don’t do that.” He warned me with a hint of a threat in his voice. Well wow, he really can change moods like weather.

“I know, Dean. It’s just… Oh my God, I nearly didn’t make it through that dinner thing, I don’t know if I can do that for God knows how long, or ever again, for that matter.” I replied, desperately throwing my phone-free arm in the air.

“Oh, come on, is he really such a catch?”

“He is freaking gorgeous.” I swear I heard Dean’s breath hitch for a moment.

“Geez, Dean, I’m sorry. This must sound weird to you.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just… new.” He replied. I took a moment to answer, sitting down on my bed.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” I said while scratching the back of my neck.

“So, what now? I mean, are you like gay or bi or what?” Dean asked carefully.

“I don’t know, man. Really, I’m just so confused right now. And then there’s Amelia trying to fuck me every time we’re alone. And can I just tell you, it’s not helping.”

“Like I don’t wanna seem like the biggest asshole in the world, but maybe if you’d do it you would find out.”

“You think?” I asked. Dean sighed and cleared his throat.

“Uhm, yeah, I guess.”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit wrong, Dean?

“From a girl point of view, yes. It’s a fucking shit thing to do.”

“Since when you care about what are girls thinking?” I smiled.

“Since Sam. He drives me crazy reading mom’s Cosmopolitan out loud. Actually I think he’s starting to look like a girl, dude. His hair is way too long.”

“Oh my God!” We both started laughing hysterically. After a while of aggressive laughing my stomach and ribcage hurt so bad and I couldn’t catch a breath.

Later when we both hang up I was thinking about what Dean said. You know about how I should have sex with Amelia to sort myself out. It seemed completely wrong but Hell, I was dying to figure this out.

Should I really do that?

*

Why the Hell am I even in here. Oh, right. My asshole father said so.

I was sitting on a couch and waiting for someone to pick me up. I can’t say I wasn’t surprised when I saw my father walking in my direction. I thought he would just hire another assistant for that. And then fuck her later, like he usually does.

“Okay so, the person who I spoke earlier and was supposed to take care of you got sick. So I had to do a little arrangement and shuffle around with people. But in the end, I think it will be better this way. And I believe you won’t be disappointed.” He said with some kind of a Devil smirk. Oh dear, what is this about?

We were walking along about a billion doors, then empty corridors, and then we arrived to a damn huge office with about eighty desks in it, well eighty at least.

“This is where the magic happens. You will have a desk in here. And you better keep it clean, not like your room, understood?” He motioned to the desk in booth in the middle of the room. It had my nametag on it. Well, at least I can’t sit to a wrong desk like that.

I just nodded.

“And in that office is your supervisor.” He looked critically at my appearance.

“You look absolutely horrifying, I’ll make you an appointment with my suit maker.”

I nodded again. I was afraid that If I’d speak up I’d say something like “Fuck off, motherfucker, I won’t wear that shit like… ever.”

My father went straight to the doors of my supervisor’s office. When we walked in I took a look around not caring about the other people in there. It was huge office, filled with light from enormous windows. On walls, there were some kind of awards everywhere, some photos, and there was another large window, opposite from the windows through which you could see the outside World, right next to the door, it had shutters and through them you could see inside the office my father mentioned it belonged to my supervisor. It had only one desk and behind it was sitting a guy who was… Who was Amelia’s father. What the fuck?!

“I believe you two already met.” My father said once he came back with the other man. I could see the panic in Gerard’s eyes.

“Yes, this is your son?” He asked. It wasn’t even a question, it was more like a sentence but he raised a voice a bit in the end.

“Yes. I told you. And I thought that Frank or your daughter mentioned his last name. It’s not like it’s very common, Gerard.” My father said. Mr. Way still looked freaked out though.

“Oh. Yes. You’re right, I’m so very sorry. It just caught me by surprise.” Mr. Way forced a tiny smile.

“So, I guess that’s it from me. I have a meeting with my assistant in a minute, so if you excuse me.” Yeah, sure you do. Slimy bastard.

I was looking at the door as my father was leaving. I was looking there even where he disappeared from my sight. Every second as I was looking away I could feel Gerard’s eyes piercing through me.

I really didn’t want to talk to him, but this heavy silence was even worse.

“So, what now?” I asked, my hands in my pockets.

Mr. Way furrowed his eyebrows as if it was the most difficult question in whole universe.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I mean, what I’m even about to do here. I have no idea what to do.”

“Oh, well. I guess you could help me with some business presentations and when we’re done with that, I’ll come up with something.” He shrugged his shoulders as he spoke. Great. I’ll be 4 hours 3 days a week stuck in this place, with one room dividing me from a guy I nearly fucked, while I’ll be fucking around with PowerPoint. Heaven on Earth, seriously. I mentally bitterly and very sarcastically commented my situation.

Then I remembered my conversation with Dean, how he said that at least it couldn’t get any worse. Well now I'm sure it can't get any worse.

Notes

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