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Authors: S. P. Cervantes
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to put as much distance between John Waters and me as I can. If there is one thing that makes me more uncomfortable than a sober John Waters, it is a drunk one…and he is clearly drunk. Whenever John Waters is drunk, all he seems to want to do is sit and talk all about my life and tell me how proud he is of me. If he knew his only son is the cause of the pain in my life, maybe he’d leave me alone.
“Psst. Psst. Sexy MILF—get your tiny ass down here and have a drink with me before I go,” Joey calls from the deck below. Now that the girls are asleep and my parents are sending everyone on their way, I feel free to wash my troubles away.
By the time Holden finds us, we are two sheets to the wind and reminiscing about our wilder days. Joey is still single and loving life just like Holden. He has so many tales that make my skin crawl, that for a moment, I am glad about the life I’ve led with Marcus. There is a certain comfort I’ve always found in the consistency life always used to bring with Marcus.
Joey passes the bottle of tequila over to Holden, who sits down next to me and drapes his arm over my shoulder nonchalantly.
“Do you think this is a good idea? You’ve had quite a night,” he whispers, letting his lips brush my ear. I close my eyes tightly, trying to ignore the tingling between my legs.
Joey, clearly misunderstanding Holden’s intentions, pushes him back. “Hey there, Holden, you had your chance. Cam’s ready for a real man.”
We both laugh as Joey flexes his muscles, and while they are impressively large, it is still Joey, the boy who used to blow milk out of his nose in the cafeteria, and probably still does.
“I’m fine. Really, I am. I should get started picking some of this crap up now anyway. No more drinks for me. I promised my parents I would clean up the rest of the mess after the caterers left. Either of you boys want to stay and help?” I ask, batting my eyes for emphasis.
Of course, Holden is the only one who agrees to stay and help. He probably knows he doesn’t have a choice in the matter. Holden has always been my cleanup buddy at my parents’ parties growing up. The end of the evening seems more and more like old times than I ever imagined.
Joey couldn’t have left faster, not wanting to be stuck picking up hundreds of cups and plates. At least he grabbed his own bottles and cups on his way out. Holden takes my hand and helps me to my feet, already knowing how unsteady I would be after an hour alone with Joey. I fall into his ready arms, trying to hide the smile on my face, knowing the “I told you so” look he is sure to be giving me right now.
I pull away indignantly and go in the house to grab some trash bags, a giant cup of water, and aspirin. The only thing I can think of now is getting this mess cleaned up and snuggling into bed. My head is beginning to spin and my eyes feel heavy from the alcohol. I am relieved when I look around to see that the inside of the house has already been picked up and all that is left are the glasses and plates on the deck. I switch the outdoor music to my favorite playlist and hit shuffle, hoping the music will eliminate Holden’s need to talk to me about Marcus. I know Holden, and I know he’s been waiting all night to get the details out of me. He knows me well enough, that if I get the music playing, I don’t want to talk. The last thing I want to do tonight is tell anyone the truth about what my marriage has become. I still have to fully realize and accept it myself. Before I can do that, I’m not going to talk to anyone about it.
Just as I hoped, Holden is quietly helping me clear the rows of wounded soldiers left by our guests, singing along to the songs as if nothing is wrong. We don’t even look at each other as we clean up, both of us seemingly too caught up in our own thoughts. I am relieved to be able to hide from the pain I am feeling tonight. I can feel the doors of my heart that I have been trying so hard to
“Psst. Psst. Sexy MILF—get your tiny ass down here and have a drink with me before I go,” Joey calls from the deck below. Now that the girls are asleep and my parents are sending everyone on their way, I feel free to wash my troubles away.
By the time Holden finds us, we are two sheets to the wind and reminiscing about our wilder days. Joey is still single and loving life just like Holden. He has so many tales that make my skin crawl, that for a moment, I am glad about the life I’ve led with Marcus. There is a certain comfort I’ve always found in the consistency life always used to bring with Marcus.
Joey passes the bottle of tequila over to Holden, who sits down next to me and drapes his arm over my shoulder nonchalantly.
“Do you think this is a good idea? You’ve had quite a night,” he whispers, letting his lips brush my ear. I close my eyes tightly, trying to ignore the tingling between my legs.
Joey, clearly misunderstanding Holden’s intentions, pushes him back. “Hey there, Holden, you had your chance. Cam’s ready for a real man.”
We both laugh as Joey flexes his muscles, and while they are impressively large, it is still Joey, the boy who used to blow milk out of his nose in the cafeteria, and probably still does.
“I’m fine. Really, I am. I should get started picking some of this crap up now anyway. No more drinks for me. I promised my parents I would clean up the rest of the mess after the caterers left. Either of you boys want to stay and help?” I ask, batting my eyes for emphasis.
Of course, Holden is the only one who agrees to stay and help. He probably knows he doesn’t have a choice in the matter. Holden has always been my cleanup buddy at my parents’ parties growing up. The end of the evening seems more and more like old times than I ever imagined.
Joey couldn’t have left faster, not wanting to be stuck picking up hundreds of cups and plates. At least he grabbed his own bottles and cups on his way out. Holden takes my hand and helps me to my feet, already knowing how unsteady I would be after an hour alone with Joey. I fall into his ready arms, trying to hide the smile on my face, knowing the “I told you so” look he is sure to be giving me right now.
I pull away indignantly and go in the house to grab some trash bags, a giant cup of water, and aspirin. The only thing I can think of now is getting this mess cleaned up and snuggling into bed. My head is beginning to spin and my eyes feel heavy from the alcohol. I am relieved when I look around to see that the inside of the house has already been picked up and all that is left are the glasses and plates on the deck. I switch the outdoor music to my favorite playlist and hit shuffle, hoping the music will eliminate Holden’s need to talk to me about Marcus. I know Holden, and I know he’s been waiting all night to get the details out of me. He knows me well enough, that if I get the music playing, I don’t want to talk. The last thing I want to do tonight is tell anyone the truth about what my marriage has become. I still have to fully realize and accept it myself. Before I can do that, I’m not going to talk to anyone about it.
Just as I hoped, Holden is quietly helping me clear the rows of wounded soldiers left by our guests, singing along to the songs as if nothing is wrong. We don’t even look at each other as we clean up, both of us seemingly too caught up in our own thoughts. I am relieved to be able to hide from the pain I am feeling tonight. I can feel the doors of my heart that I have been trying so hard to
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