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No one in their right mind would go through at 45 miles per hour. Clearly, Steph was not in her right mind.
"Now remember Steph," Becky said nervously as we approached the stop sign much faster than anyone would recommend "Do NOT turn left."
"That was one time!" Steph laughed as she once again cut off another driver.
"And don't go straight through the red light." San kept his eyes shut, looking pale as he always did when Steph drove. Still, it was nice to sit so close to him. I merely rested my head against his shoulder as I scrolled through my email.
"I would never do that!" San made a small squeak of protest at that statement.
"We're taking my car next week," I shouted. No way in hell am I getting fucking arrested.
We miraculously made it to the mall without Steph killing anyone. There was a close call with a stray cat though. My arm was also very sore from San clutching it the entire ride. Steph seemed oblivious to our ashen faces as she skipped into the nearby store. That goddamn moron.
"Never again." San was breathing heavily and his hands were still shaking.
"You say that every time," Becky smirked at him before trailing after Steph.
We begrudgingly walked into the clothing store. San dragged me over to a selection of shirts and selecting two, which quite frankly looked exactly the fucking same to me. The girls were laughing at a dress made entirely out of fake fur.
I smiled, turning back to San.
It was nice to see Steph so happy after... after what?
A pit in my stomach grew. Something is very fucking wrong here.
"What's wrong? Your mom invited me over to dinner again tonight." San had appeared behind me, "She said something about making duck-boky?"
"My mom likes you?" The pit in my stomach grew, There was no fucking way my mom would be fine with me being gay. Shit.
"Of course," San answered with a laugh "Who wouldn't?" He smiled in a way that made my heart flutter.
This can't be right.
I felt tears well up in my eyes as my smile began to crack.
"This isn't real is it?" I asked, softly.
"Of course not," Becky said as she turned around. A thin red line appeared on her neck and the nearby skin began to peel. Blood trickled down her clothes as she smiled at me.
"As if we would hang out with a...," Stephine sneered while looking me up and down.
"Fag." San snarled. He then took a step toward me, his face marred with disgust.
I can't breathe.
This isn't real.
This isn't real.
"Park wake up right now!" Someone was shaking me.
I shot up and nearly smacked heads with Steph, tears spilling down my face.
"You were screaming in your sleep," she glared, "you're going to get us killed."
"...sorry," I mumbled, I couldn't meet her eyes.
"It's fine." She glanced over her shoulder to where San was sitting. He was staring off into the tree line. He didn't even look in my direction.
"Fag."
The dream tore through my vision as I choked up.
I turned away from Steph, trying to fall back asleep.
"Fag."
"Your gay ass killed my cousin."
"Who would love you?"
"How could we have been so cursed?"
"You are no son of mine."
"Disgusting."
I shut my eyes, pushing the thoughts away.
That's a problem for tomorrow's me.
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