Imagine
3*
So today's the day that Mikey comes home and I should be excited, right? And don't get me wrong, I am, its just that lately he hasn't been paying me much attention. We've been together since the eleventh grade, and we're 24 now, so its possible that there's someone else or that he's just bored of me. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the front door unlock and open, and a tired Mikey came stumbling in—
"Hey babe, I'm back from Warped …"
"Hi Mikey, do you want some help with your bags?"
"No, its fine. I wouldn't want to unconvince you."
He said that last comment really sarcastically. There's no way that just 'nothing' is going on with him.
"Mikey, what's up with you, for the last six months maybe, you've paid me literally no attention, and you always snap at me. Did I do something wrong? I just—"
"No, you didn't do anything wrong okay? I'm just stressed."
"So your really going to tell me that there is absolutely nothing wrong, and your just stressed?"
"Yes, is that a problem for you?"
"Actually it is, just because your 'stressed' doesn't mean that you can be rude to me and basically cute me out of you life. Five out of seven nights In a week you come home drunk. I'm done, either change, or I'm walking out."
He was silent, not a single word. He just stared at me like I was glass, and there was something more interesting behind me.
"I'm sorry, I lied. Its not that I'm stressed, I-I-I'v —"
"Spit it out, Mikey!"
"I'm gay, Gloria. I'm sorry."
And now I know what's wrong, he just doesn't want to be with me anymore.
Notes
So, I'm need some ideas for this story, I feel like I'm at a standstill.
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—Olive
BTW** never forget to have a good day, everyone's important :)
