Take Me to Bed: Dear Elliot by Lt Ville

Author:Lt Ville [Ville, Lt]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Gay & Lesbian, Anthologies, Gay Romance, Gay, Short Stories, Multicultural, Fiction, Romance, Multicultural & Interracial, Collections & Anthologies, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B005DS9UZA
Publisher: Lustyville Press
Published: 2011-07-20T04:00:00+00:00

One Night

My extra bed was covered in papers, books and clothes, some clean, some sort of clean and some not so clean at all. The bed was always my storage area and only served the purpose of a real bed if I was expecting company, which I was. My carpet was dark blue and soft and cushiony enough to feel like feathers beneath my bare feet. I walked across the carpet to my bed to begin the long process of cleaning it off and making it presentable for my best friend to occupy. I grabbed the stuff on my bed one armful at a time and took it to my closet, where I threw it in on the floor and closed the door. My closet never served me as a real closet anyway. If I couldn't find my clothes on the floor or on the bed, they didn't need to be found.

"Brad, did you talk to Brian yet?" my mother asked as she stood in my doorway.

"No, I'm going to call him when I finish cleaning up."

"Are you going to move that crap off your floor?" I could hear the annoyance in her voice, the byproduct of her unfortunate neat freak personality. My room was a blight on the whole house, but it was my room and she tried to respect my privacy until it got too bad, then I would walk in my room one day and everything would be in its place. I hated when she cleaned my room, but she hadn't done it in months because I went off on her the last time she did it. She moved my favorite shirt and it took me a week to find it folded up in one of my drawers, buried beneath a pile of equally neatly folded shirts. I shouted at her and made her cry then I had to apologize because I didn't want to make her cry, but I had to let her know that I was too old for her to be cleaning up after me like I was a baby.

"Mom, Brian could care less about what's on my floor. He's not sleeping on it and he's seen my room in much worse condition. He was just here yesterday."

"Honey, that's beside the point, you shouldn't want him to have to stay in filth just because you do," she said in her classic condescending voice.

"Mom!" I shouted, already tired from our exchange. Communicating with her was always either a challenging or a tiring experience or both.

"Okay, okay. I'm going to finish packing."

I walked to the door and slammed it shut as she walked down the hallway. I felt like a typical angst ridden teen as I turned around and tried to decide if I should empty the garbage out of my trashcan. I decided against it so I grabbed my cordless phone and sat down on my bed. I pressed the speed dial button for Brian and waited for him to answer.

"Hello Loser, what the hell do you want?" he asked.

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