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apocalypsos... before I take a nap and wake back up again to write Heroes crackfic.
Er, yes. Hmm.
*****
It’s just this little thing, really, but you see it coming over the horizon.
The thing is, up until lately you’ve known the way things are. You are the token gay guy, and the token gay guy never gets laid. You’re Oakdale’s answer to the question, “Can you show us how accepting you are as a group of an alternative lifestyle?” They can point to you and smile, and nobody else in town has to come out. If you’re openly gay but patiently celibate for more than five years, they may even give you a flower shop and a yappy little dog to fulfill your designated role.
Which, you know, sucks on toast, but things could always be worse.
Or at least you thought as much until you stopped feeling anything below the waist.
But the nurses, Betty and Janine and Claire and that other one whose name you keep forgetting … they keep watching you. Well, mostly Noah. The nurses station practically brightens up like it’s lit from behind with pure unfiltered sunshine when he walks in, and there’s whispering and giggling every time he talks excitedly about school, touches your hand, leans down to brush his lips over yours for far too brief a moment.
When Noah lugs in a bag filled with DVDs of old movies and popcorn and forces you to sit through black-and-white movies you’ve never heard of, none of them stop smiling for hours. You’d think he was dating them, for crying out loud.
“Your boyfriend is a sweetheart,” Janine says to you one day as she straightens up around your room.
Which, okay, is just. Wow.
You're off in another world, of course, pounding away at a new story idea on your laptop. That’s the only reason you say, “What was that?”
Really. The only reason.
“Your boyfriend,” she says again with a grin as she heads for the door. “Wish mine paid half as much attention to me.”
Seriously, though. Boyfriend.
Wow.
That may never stop making you grin like an idiot. Ever.
*****
Er, yes. Hmm.
*****
It’s just this little thing, really, but you see it coming over the horizon.
The thing is, up until lately you’ve known the way things are. You are the token gay guy, and the token gay guy never gets laid. You’re Oakdale’s answer to the question, “Can you show us how accepting you are as a group of an alternative lifestyle?” They can point to you and smile, and nobody else in town has to come out. If you’re openly gay but patiently celibate for more than five years, they may even give you a flower shop and a yappy little dog to fulfill your designated role.
Which, you know, sucks on toast, but things could always be worse.
Or at least you thought as much until you stopped feeling anything below the waist.
But the nurses, Betty and Janine and Claire and that other one whose name you keep forgetting … they keep watching you. Well, mostly Noah. The nurses station practically brightens up like it’s lit from behind with pure unfiltered sunshine when he walks in, and there’s whispering and giggling every time he talks excitedly about school, touches your hand, leans down to brush his lips over yours for far too brief a moment.
When Noah lugs in a bag filled with DVDs of old movies and popcorn and forces you to sit through black-and-white movies you’ve never heard of, none of them stop smiling for hours. You’d think he was dating them, for crying out loud.
“Your boyfriend is a sweetheart,” Janine says to you one day as she straightens up around your room.
Which, okay, is just. Wow.
You're off in another world, of course, pounding away at a new story idea on your laptop. That’s the only reason you say, “What was that?”
Really. The only reason.
“Your boyfriend,” she says again with a grin as she heads for the door. “Wish mine paid half as much attention to me.”
Seriously, though. Boyfriend.
Wow.
That may never stop making you grin like an idiot. Ever.
*****
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Date: 2007-10-17 02:11 pm (UTC)Damn you!
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Date: 2007-10-17 06:40 pm (UTC)Thank you for posting this; I have on the BIGGEST DAMN-FOOL grin right now.
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Date: 2007-10-18 08:35 am (UTC)*grabbyhands*
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Date: 2007-10-21 03:12 pm (UTC)A hundred times yes to that last line.