Sunday, December 26, 2010
why we do the things we do
Christmas was done and Derrick was ready to stick a fork in it and get on with the rest of the week. He'd spent the day at his brother's doing it D & D style, which meant lots of delivered pizza. He hung out with his niece Charity, mainly playing video games and giving her the usual hard time, but still she clung to him like a wet wash cloth. She wanted him to stay, but he couldn't get back home, soon enough. Naturally, he texted Ian often. It was so genuine with him even if Josie must have texted him every hour.
"She didn't text you, did she?" Derrick wasn't so happy about that. He wished he could block her. Seriously, he was beginning to think she might be a stalker.
"Maybe. Kind of." Ian winced at the matter.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Derrick was being his casual self back home, with Ian over to play yet again, more video games.
"Just what she does." Ian was not to worried about it.
"Shouldn't she be using her fingers to crochet or something?" Derrick was a bit sullen about the Josie matter. Neither of them had let her down. He supposed. But then again, they hadn't really lead her own, either.
"Why don't you tell her that, the next time she texts." Ian shrugged and went back to shooting bad guys on the screen in a tropical jungle.
Derrick just made a snide look back at Ian. This was getting so complicated by the minute. Here he was in his room, and he definitely knew what wanted to be doing with Ian. Not playing video games. But Ian was staying over. That had to count for something. Of course, he looked at the clock. It wouldn't be that long til midnight. Just how long did they have to stay up?
God, it was hard being straight edge and gay, too.