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One day, Gavin was supposed to walk home from school with Debbie. They were supposed to work on their English project together. Gavin waited for two hours outside on the front steps to the school. Gavin waited and waited but Debbie was nowhere to be found. He took out his flip phone and called her, but she didn’t answer. Debbie didn’t usually keep her cell phone on. Gavin waited a few more minutes before giving up and walking home. He thought maybe Debbie had gone home sick or something and had forgotten to tell him.
Gavin walked into his empty house. He put his book bag down on a chair by the kitchen table. Gavin opened up the fridge and saw that it too was empty. He walked into his room and lay down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. Gavin liked to stare up at the ceiling. It was comforting to find the different patterns in the cracks.
Gavin felt tired, so he closed his eyes.
He opened them to find that Moira had stopped blowing him. She was climbing on top of him. She was on her hands and knees, hovering her ass above his hard cock. She looked down at him and bit her lip.
“Don’t you want to fuck me, Gavin?”
“I don’t think we should do thi—” Gavin was cut off. Moira had leaned down and kissed him very hard. He could not say anything else.
Moira was pinning him down. Gavin wormed his arms out from underneath her. Gavin pushed her off of him.
“Please stop,” Gavin begged. “Please stop.”
Gavin woke up to muffled noises from the other room. Gavin got up from his bed and walked out into the hall. The noises were coming from Eric’s room. Gavin made a mistake. Gavin made a big mistake. He opened the door to Eric’s room and there was Debbie on her knees, sucking his older brother’s cock. Debbie was sucking Eric’s dick when she and Gavin were supposed to be doing their English project together. Debbie was supposed to be with Gavin. She was supposed to be sucking Gavin’s dick.
Gavin was in love with Debbie.
He wasn’t sure he could be in love with her anymore.
Debbie didn’t love him back.
“Shit,” Debbie said when she looked up and noticed Gavin standing in the door, except Eric’s dick was in her mouth so it sounded more like, “mmmrph”. She pulled away and said,
“This isn’t what it looks like, Gavin,” and when Eric heard Gavin’s name he turned to look over his shoulder and said,
“Jesus Christ, kid, can’t you ever fucking knock? Get out of here!”
But Gavin was already gone. Gavin was back in his room, lying on his bed. Gavin was crying hysterically. He was shaking. He heard someone screaming and realized later that he was the one who was screaming.
Gavin’s mother came running into his room. She ran to Gavin and she held him until he stopped shaking and she said,
“Gavin, Gavin, what’s wrong?” and he shouted and shouted,
“It’s Eric, he’s ruining my life. He’s ruining my fucking life.”
“Gavin,” his mother said, still holding him to calm him down, “Don’t you remember?”
His mother was crying now.
“Eric died. Last year,” she said. “He died last year of an overdose, Gavin. Don’t you remember? I told you not to go in his room, Gavin. You know what happens.”
“Please stop,” Gavin begged. “Please stop.” He felt tired, so he closed his eyes.
When Gavin opened his eyes again, he was alone in his bed. He was alone in his dorm room in his bed. His pants and shirt were on the floor. Gavin was shaking. There was no sign of Moira anywhere, no sign that she’d even been there. The Elliott Smith playlist burnt on the Memorex CD-R was still spinning in his computer’s disk drive.
Was it real, or was it Memorex?
Gavin didn’t know.
Gavin went out to smoke a cigarette. It was 4 AM. He walked outside in just his boxers. No one said a word because no one else was awake.
Back inside, he sighed to himself, and lay back down on his bed. He stared up at the ceiling. Gavin thought about Debbie. He thought about Moira. While the music still played, Gavin touched himself. He masturbated for an hour, and came all over his boxer shorts. He didn’t feel any better though.
Lately, Gavin hadn’t been feeling so well.
“Fuck,” Gavin thought to himself, “just, fuck.”
Exhausted, Gavin fell back to sleep.