1. Talk to Me Mow
It's really sad. It's sad that these Ninja Turtle comic books are the only thing keeping my mind off of...yeah. Don't get me wrong --it's a good issue. The one where the four go to Egypt, and battle these hieroglyphic monsters. It's in black & white- E-bay would be on its knees for this one! I'll just keep telling myself that. Keep reading. Stay distracted...hey, look, it`s Leonardo! Damn, he's so serious, and authoritive...just like...oh boy. Ok, I think it's TV time. (pressing remote) Well, whatya know...the...olympics...very funny. Time for bed.
Kurt:
True, I guess it's a little pathetic that a "hero" like myself is at home in front of the stereo on a Friday night. But -an exception- it's Ani. Her lyrics are so moving.
i have to act just as strong as i can
just to preserve a place where i can be who i am
so if you still know how
talk to me now
God, I know what she's saying...let me listen to those lines again. (rewind button) Oh, yeah...I hear ya...the same way feel when I see... nevermind. Goodnight, Ani. I must have some good books around. Oh, good, some Maugham. The Razor's....cute. Time for bed.
THE NEXT DAY
Adam:
Wow, someone's a little too excited. Jeff's technicolor mop flails, as he waves the tickets around. "RENT!" he cries, as if he had found God. "We're gonna see Rent!"
I remark, with refined smirk-acity, "You just wanna see it, cause there's queers in it!"
Ignoring me, he morphs into character, and belts out a few lines. "Tell the folks at home what you're doing, Roger..." Matt, in the background, shakes his head, embarrassed, and goes back into the kitchen. I shrug. I guess it'll be fun.
Kurt
"Rent?!" I ask, a little uneasy. "Aren't there...*gay*...people in it...?"
Chyna sighs, and answers with, I'm going to assume, sarcasm, "Yeah, Kurt, so we better be on the down low about it, or we might get arrested!" She smiles. "Just come with me next week. It'll be fun, I promise." I give in. I pray it'll be tolerable.
NEXT WEEK
Adam:
I love getting dressed up! Baby blue silk shirt, burgandy velvet bells -a la Jeff. He, of course, is in more array of color than should be legal -and bouncing like Tigger in his seat for that matter. The show won't start for a while, so I glance around the theatre, comparing its goers to the ones when we saw Phantom last month. Younger...louder...flamboyant...KURT?
Kurt:
I hate getting dressed up! My collar's choking me, my pants are chaffing me (keep your mind out of the gutter, kids). Chyna looks lovely, of course, decked out in -you guessed it- black & silver. It's hot in here. I'm thirsty. Chyna slaps me. She hates it when I vetch. Have to find something else to pass the time. God, are these people ugly! Tacky...gawky...smelly...ADAM?
Adam:
It's still Act 1. Maureen's giving her little monologue on how she wants to be a cow, or something. I dunno. Honestly...I'm not paying that much attention. I keep darting my head back to see if he's still there. He is. Does that mean he's gay??? (sudden smile) Maybe not. Maybe he was dragged here against his will. He doesn't look like he's enjoying himself all that much. Jeff gives me that "pay attention" frown. Sorry. Still, I can hardly wait until intermission...
Kurt
Ack! Still Act 1! What is this chick "moo-ing" about? I should probably know, but, truthfully, I'm not paying all that much attention. I keep checking if that really is Adam I see, and not just some over-anxious apparition. It's not. It's him. He almost looks like he's enjoying himself. Not as much as his friend, though! Sit still, damn! I'm shaken back to reality when Chyna starts moo-ing along with the "actress". I can't wait until intermission.
INTERMISSION
Adam:
For reasons unknown to Jeff, I'm the first one out of my seat, and into the lobby at the half-way mark. I have this horrible inkling that he may leave. My hyper buddy asks what's with me tonight. It's what isn't with me. I look around. There he is. At the drink counter. Suddenly, all my plans of whisking him away go straight down the resevoir. My breath gets caught in my throat, and I've just gotten caught staring.
"The puzzle comes togther..." Jeff says, snidely.
"Oh, shut up," I cut him off. I'm not in the mood for his bullshit. "Let's just go sit back down."
Kurt:
"Whatya mean, no milk??" I ask, rather taken back. "You have all this teeth rotting soda crap, but no milk? No wonder these kids look like this!"
Luckily, Chyna is there to calm me down. "Kurt, babe, just forget it. You're just a little edgy because of the show's...content."
Edgy. She couldn't have used a different word?
She continued. "I'll get you some milk on the way home, okay?"
Sure, why not? I didn't see Adam around, anyway. Probably left, lucky hottie. "You're right. Let's just go sit back down."
THAT NIGHT
Adam:
I can't sleep. Everything sucks. I know he's not gay, so why do I bother? Oh no. No tears, please...too late. I hate you, Kurt.
Kurt:
I can't sleep. Everything sucks. I don't think I'm gay...no, I'm NOT gay. Don't cry...ehh...fuck. I hate you, Adam.
i have to act just as strong as i can
just to preserve a place where i can be who i am
so if you still know how
talk to me now...
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