STEW

“So he just stood there, looking angry as shit” I said to my best friend as he stared at me like I was talking mathematics. “Wow” he said before bursting into a fit of laughter.

I rolled my eyes.

It wasn’t that funny but anything was funny enough to Steve or Stew like I liked to call him. We were hanging at Stew’s one bedroom which was a mess by the way and he’d decided for whatever reason that my hair color was dimming and so decided to change the color altogether. There was no arguing with Stew when he set his mind to something so I just let him whatever. Unfortunately for me he chose a red hair dye to which I rolled my eyes. Again.

Talk about having an asshole for a best friend, one time I told him I had explosive diarrhea and he literally laughed at me all day long! No joke. I mean Steve is my best friend and I love him but he could be so insensitive sometimes which didn’t come as a surprise when he asked “Did you fuck him too? The manager guy I mean? After the old man left? “still chuckling because he knew it pissed me off when he was acting all rude and shit.

I rolled my eyes.

“I didn’t fuck him, asshole. We were at the motel he manages. I also can’t help but feel like the guy I was with is right. I think he was watching us.” I looked at Stew from the mirror in front of me. “Like some creep” I added.

“Wait you mean like he was in the room?” He stopped applying the color to my hair and put both hands on his hips, suddenly sounding very serious. He could such a queer sometimes. He was a beautiful queer though, I mean he had really beautiful dark skin compared to very white, very pale, skin. Fun fact is he knew how beautiful he was and would not fail to remind anyone and mostly me that BLACK NEVER CRACKS or flat out told people to use as much sunscreen as the possible could because if they didn’t they were literally going to die.

Talk about assholeness.

I swirled in my chair only to have him stop the spinning using his foot. “Talk. Bitch” he raised an eyebrow and asked, then proceeding to add more dye to my hair.

Sigh.

“No Stew, he was watching through the keyhole “I replied “Funny thing is, I think I know him from somewhere, I just don’t remember” I hadn’t stopped thinking about the guy from last night at the motel and how sad angry he’s been after my favorite client had accused him of spying on us. He seemed so be familiar and he was I dare not say, the handsomest boy I ever set my eyes on. Hmmm I would eat him up. Well if wasn’t so creepy.

“Earth to Cher” Stew snapped his fingers in my face.

“What?” I asked

“Don’t use that tone with me princess Diana and yes you should know the guy obviously! You’re a hoe and you work at a strip club honey” he rolled his eyes “You know and fuck everyone aaannnd I am done” he sang as he took a step back to fully admire the job he’s done and then proceeded to put a plastic paper over my head. Now let it cook ha ha!

I just looked at him and smiled. This beautiful boy had been my rock for a long time. Seven years to be precise and although some people may call him condensing, rude, or just flat out immature, I knew him to be perfect. He held me when I got violated by one of my customers. Never judged me. Was always there for me. The only person alive who would look me straight in eyes and tell me the truth, even when it hurts and I loved him.