Page 84 of Wrong Pucking Player

“You're coming with me, yes?” I quietly mutter against his chest. “With Muffin.”

“Meow!”

“Mitten,” he grumbles, but quietly adds, “Yeah, I’m coming. If you want me to.”

I want him to come with me.

For us to go home.

Even if it’s ghetto to the rest of the world, it’s the place where we can hide within the safety of its walls and crumble without one’s scrutiny.

“Your place or mine?” he quietly whispers, and I can’t help but further hug him in hopes he won’t let go until the Uber gets here.

“Yours.”

For the first time in a long time, I don’t want to be alone tonight, even if it’s for one or two hours.

“Cool.” He tightens his hold on me. “My place, Andrews.”

Tonight, I’ll spend it in the arms of someone who silently cares about me… the real me.

YOUR ONLY SECRET ADMIRER

~OSCAR~

“Where the fuck are you, douche?”

I never wake up late.

Never.

Five a.m. is my routine wake-up time because that’s just how it’s been for as long as I can remember. Many question why. Others comment on my discipline and overachiever behavior, but this was just how I was.

Can’t change something that’s engraved into your life.

“Hello? Do not tell me you’re falling asleep on the phone with me like I’m some commoner, Oscar.”

Honestly, it’s not intentional.

I’m still pondering when I answered the phone that’s barely in my grasp. My mind is kind of here, but it’s also floating in that realm of darkness that’s encouraging me to return.

Tempting. Tempting.

“Oscar!”

“Hmm?” I manage to get the response out of me, but all that does is encourage me to further fall into the hands of the welcoming blanket of darkness that tugs me in further.

Enough that I’m in a peaceful serenity for what feels like a few short minutes.

The vibration of my phone nudges me from my slumber.

Who keeps calling me?

It’s annoying.

The classic ‘We Will Rock You’ song.

Odd choice, as many of my friends used to comment when the rock sound goes blasting off when someone calls my phone, which is mostly Jayce.

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