NaNoWriMo Day15. Total words now: 28,607.
Posted by
Qale (aka Qale)
Nov 15 '09, 16:33
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Right after what happened during the sleep over, I was kind of freaking out because I didn't expect to let him go all the way. But now I'm really glad he did. Just like I thought I was giving Kalki a push so he could be even better than he was, you know, get him to over-achive rather than just settle? Well, Skittles kind of did that for me.
Today, I called him and asked what he was doing. He said he wanted to go to the store, to get the Kool-Aid mix to dye his hair, and so we did. We both got shopping carts and chased one another around the store until the Deli Manager came out and pointed a finger at us! We laughed, but nodded solomnly and behaved after that.
That's the type of fun I am so glad to be having with Skittles. We talk about everything and every time he opens his mouth and says something with that accent, I just feel something so bright and warm inside. I think it's called 'JOY!'
I don't feel so guilty for not knowing what I wanted before. And I don't feel like I'm picking up Kalki's leftover or anything so short-sighted as that. Kalki is doing right now what he wants to do and while Skittles is understandably at times both upset and bitter about that, I think it is for the best that he is out there on tour.
Kalki just graduated from high school. He turns eighteen this year and he is on a professional skateboarding torneyment that is traveling around the world. To deny him that would be wrong. I wished he hadn't left the way he did though. That was wrong too.
But then again, if he hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to start writing all of this by stating I was Skittles' new boyfriend now would I?
He asked me while I was dying his hair and we were talking about what had happened and how intense it was for me. I mean, I truly was so stunned what was happening, I think I forgot to breathe at the time.
"I like you." Skittles said simply.
I shook the grape package before biting off the corner to open it. While I mixed it with the little bit of water, I felt my heart was starting to race. I just had a feeling that this was going to happen. It felt so, I don't know, intimate? Dying his hair, after going to the store, and he telling me about the lawsuit where his old foster parents want him back... What a nightmare that is.
"Well... I like you." I finally responded. I had a big silly grin on my face, I just knew it.
He bent forward, drooping his hair into the kitchen sink where we were doing this very important operation. I started combing in the third of the colors we were going to use.
"I think we should be boyfriends." His voice was a little strained since he had his head kind of upside down.
I took a lesson in how he moved and behaved by stepping closer up behind him. It made it so that my body was up against his and my crotch was pushing against his bottom. He giggled and play humped backwards which made me laugh.
"So you agree then, huh, Trix?"
"Yeah, Skittles. I'll be your boyfriend."
And then his mom walked in! I jumped over to the side again so fast, I nearly spilled the container I'd mixed the Kool-Aid we were using as hair dye.
"Hello boys. Glad to be getting your hair-style back?" She asked but really was only in the kitchen for a second to get a drink out of the refridgerator. I don't know if she saw any of the pretending we were doing, but I know she had to have heard what we said. I guess she's okay with us being boyfriends though.
I like Skittles' mother. She's is really an awesome person to have taken him in after what happened at the religious place. And she's even more amazing to keep fighting for him even though Kalki isn't here anymore. But, you know, I just realized something. Maybe that's why she is doing it. Because he's gone?
Nah. I think it's because she wants him to have a real mother finally.
And I got him as a real boyfriend.
I should hand you back over to Skittles again before our television show starts. It was really good to write this. I never thought of writing a journal myself. Maybe I should someday. It really was a good way to get a lot of things off my chest. Writing them down, I re-read them, and kind of saw the puzzle pieces of life and how they work together.
Until next time, I am Adam Ambrose, but you can call me Trix.
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