CHAPTER FIVE

I walked out to see Roy leaning on the wall in front of the door, I walked past him and went straight to the kitchen to drink a shot, WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST DO? Did Roy notice? Am I gay? I had so many questions about myself and this situation.

I grabbed a random bottle from the table and drank, I didn't want to think about it, I didn't want to figure out what was wrong, because deep down, I always knew it, but didn't want to admit it. The dizziness came back, I kept drinking straight from the bottle of… I couldn't read it, but it was fine, the faster my brain would turn off.

I sat on the couch and let the alcohol rise on me, Roy came up to me, "Hey dude, you okay?" "Never been better dude" "Oh, come on, let me take you home" I wanted to say no and to tell him to leave me alone, I was having a blast drinking on my own, but I couldn't even respond, my mouth was numb, I just took another sip and put the bottle on the floor, because I knew if I refused he would just insist and if he gets me home now it would mean less time for us being together, I didn't want to be alone with him.

We walked outside and he grabbed my arm, putting it around his shoulders, it was really hard to walk, everything was spinning and I was freaking shaking "Roy" "What? You are not going to puke on me, are you?" "I… kissed a guy" I could see from the corner of my eye the sudden change on his face, totally startled by my confession but he didn't say anything.

He took me home, opened the door for me and left me on my bed, took off my shoes, left a glass of water on my bedside table, and left, without a word.

It has been a week since Kevin's party and I don't remember how I got home; I remember kissing a really hot guy but only because I saw the number on my Cellphone's notes, I think he didn't even tell me his name until he wrote it down, what kind of demon took over my body because the Gray at that party was not me, I really hope I didn't do something stupid after kissing him.

The doorbell rang while my mother and I were 'making' the stuffing for the turkey, we both looked at each other with confused faces and I walked up to the door to see Roy. "Hey, um, I know it is Christmas but I don't know where to go" he started to scratch the back of his head "I'm stupid, sorry, I shouldn't have come" "Come on in, we need some help, do you know how to make stuffing?" My mom said from behind me, grabbing Roy's hand and pulling him inside, he shocked his head. "Of course, you don't, why in the world would an eighteen-year-old know how to make stuffing?" She started talking to herself more than waiting for Roy to respond, she handed him an apron and a knife.

I accidentally got some flour on my mom's sweater and she tried to get back at me but it got all over Roy and that's how the food war began, it started with flour, but we took it to another level and started throwing everything, EVERYTHING.

I was clearly winning the food fight, my mom and Roy teamed up like losers, Roy grabbed my arms from behind that's how they got the freaking turkey on my head and that's when everything started going south. My mom fell, bringing me down with her because I couldn't see, that's how I fell and how Roy got sauce on his eyes.

I tried to get the turkey out, but it was slippery and stuck, it was supposed to be eaten, not worn, I accidentally bumped into my mom and she punched me back "Hey, you deserve it ass" "You just called the fridge ass, ass" They both laughed but I was started to get irritated, it was really frustrating for me having this on my head.

After having some pictures taken by my mom, they finally took the turkey out of my head, I swear I thought I was going to go bald, you don't know how weird it feels to be stuck on a turkey's ass, it is not pleasant. We declared a tie, everyone was tired, and I felt like I exercised for hours.

We sat at the table, without any food to eat, the turkey was thrown into the trash, of course. We sat in silence and out of nowhere my mom starts to laugh, trying to hold it in, but I could see the tears in her eyes, Roy started to 'cough' but I knew he was doing his best not to laugh, I was not going to give in this madness, I was sitting at Christmas with two psycho people, who got me inside a turkey.

"You guys are going to hell" That just made them laugh, even more, my mom snorted and that's when they both gave in, laughing out loud, so loud, crying, hitting the table "Crazy people, you guys are crazy" But seeing them laugh like that, I wasn't able to maintain myself, I started to laugh with them, every time louder than the other and that was how I spent Christmas, laughing at my sorrows, my hair smelling like a dead bird's ass, literally, and with two demented people.

My mom went to take a shower and I stayed with Roy in the living room, he looked weird, like wanting to ask me something but scared to, "Hey, you okay?" "Um, yeah, but I should leave" He stood up so fast and went right to the door. I didn't want him to leave "You don't have to leave if you don't want to" "I want to, see you later" He left, without another word, awkward, like disgusted? What's up with him?