Sunday, June 13, 2010

stay, don't go

Keep Believing The Things That You Tell Yourself
Everyone Needs Something They Can Tell Themselves
To Hold On To Cause After All Of It's Said And Done
Confession Is Stay Don't Go
Ooh It Is
Ooh Now Stay Don't Go
At Times You Find That The Truth Is The Best Way Out
Sometimes Telling The Truth Is The Best Way Out
And It's The Wrong Words That Make You Prick Up Your Ears
When Later Alone
Confession Is Stay Don't Go
Ooh It Is
Ooh Now Stay Don't Go-Spoon


Doyle felt as if it was all a mess. It was harsh. He was still in shock that his mom had over reacted so badly. It just didn't seem real. And where did Roger, go? This didn't seem possible. No back up. Nothing. Just him fleeing as if he hadn't been a part of this, at all.

Now Doyle drove around aimlessly, wondering what to do. But the only place he knew to go was Roger's and he wasn't there. Doyle thought he might breakdown right on Roger's doorstep. He set down and tried to text him. But nothing.

He thought he might be sick. It was all so final, yet new. He should have expected this. He should have. Possibly, one of the reasons he had waited so long to tell  his mother the truth. Now something that had been all full of hope for tomorrow was this empty void. He didn't know if he could handle it. She said to get out. That's all he remembered hearing. He thought of Roger with his shirt off. Struggling to get in his flip-flops. That look he gave Doyle as if he couldn't wait for him.

Doyle had just listened to her cold words that were on fire. But he slightly flinched now as he thought of cold shock of her hand on his cheek that felt like a hot slash now of some kind that was like an invisible tattoo.

He looked up then to see Roger pull up in the driveway. He got out. He was in a fit gray tank now that someone had lent him.

"Where have you been?" Doyle winced.

"Ellie. I-I needed to talk to someone." Roger cleared his throat. "Look, I didn't mean-"

"Why did you go?" Doyle nursed his bottom lip.

"Dunno." Roger closed his eyes. Finally, he sat next to Doyle. "Are you OK? I was just hoping, she might cool off if I wasn't there. I guess."

"Well, she didn't." Doyle looked at him.

"I'm sorry. I really am." Roger sighed. "I was hoping-"

"What? That she wouldn't hate me?" Doyle winced.

"Look, my Dad is so cool with me, he has like two fuck'n lesbian friends that he actually move in with if given the chance." Roger shrugged.

"Well, my mom is old school." Doyle nodded.

"I should have had your back, and I didn't." Roger didn't smile. "I just am not good at saving anyone." Roger looked away then. "If maybe I'd left things alone with Olivia, she might be at her Aunt's right now, and her 'rents might be nice to her. And, you know, I thought you could work it out with your Mom if you talked it out."

"Well, she isn't listening right now, to anything." Doyle told him.

Roger just nodded as Doyle got up.

"You're not going to leave, are you?" Roger asked.

"I dunno what I'm going to do." Doyle looked back at him with shrug.

"Don't go." Roger got up and took his hand then. Doyle slightly smiled. Really, he needed an anchor of some kind because he felt so lost. Otherwise.

9 comments:

ayşegül said...

wauw ı lıke the post.any way he'll
go hıs true way or not..off mothers!!

happy sunday ellıe. xoxo

lucy and sarah said...

Hopefully, Roger is there for him, for good.

simon and josh said...

aw, hope it works out.

the oaks said...

I think Roger is wiser this time, too.

ivy's closet said...

I so love the song from Spoon. Hope this will be a good idea.

Sara Lynn said...

I am glad that it finally came out, but I hope that he stays, I really like these two. :)

Cafe Fashionista said...

I hope they can work things out. :)

Ailee Verzosa said...

soon, all will be okay...

Keith said...

I wish them all the best.