CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"Can't we just go another day?" he asked, not looking up from his bed. Nathan couldn't believe it.
"You've been going on about going for months!" he said.
"I know...but I'm tired. I stayed up all night watching South Park. I don't even like it!"
"Well whose fault is that?" asked Nathan, at the end of his tether.
"Look...we could go next week,dude," he said, yawning.
"NO!" screamed Nathan. Brian rolled over in his bed now and looked Nathan in the face for the first time.
"No need to shout, dude," he said. "What difference does another week make?"
"You're wasting your life, Brian, your whole fucking life," said Nathan.
"I'm only thirty!" scoffed Brian.
"Thirty one," corrected Nathan.
"I only turned thirty one a month ago, it doesn't count yet," protest Brian.
"Two months," said Nathan, coldly.
"Yeah...dude, it's just another week. It's nothing."
"Only our lives," said Nathan.
"Oh come on, it's not like we're going to die in the next week!" said Brian.
"Yeah, no one dies this young. Oh wait, remember OH I DON'T KNOW, Michael?" said Nathan, his anger growing.
"That was different, dude. He got run over!"
"AND WHAT, YOU'RE FUCKING IMMUNE FROM BEING RUN OVER ARE YOU?" screamed Nathan.
"Dude!" Nathan reached down and pulled Brian right out of bed. Brian was naked.
"Oh...I thought you would have had something on," said Nathan, in what could pass for an apologetic tone.
"Okay, okay, we'll go today! I don't see the big deal," said Brian, not even bothered to cover up his genitals.
"Thanks...that's all I wanted," said Nathan.
"Can I get dress first?" asked Brian.
"Sure, sure," said Nathan, leaving. "Brian? I really do appreciate it."
"Weirdo," said Brian. Nathan left the room. He almost felt like crying. How much longer could he keep it to himself? He had hoped that the hospital would call someday, to say it had all been a mistake. He really did think it was going to happen, for the longest time. He couldn't be dying, not him. But they hadn't called. And, more alarmingly, he'd started to feel worse every morning when he woke up. He couldn't keep it to himself much longer. He just wanted to go out one more time with Brian before he had to tell anyone, that was alll. Just one more day when he could be himself, the Nathan everyone knew. Not the Nathan who would be dead in four months.
"You've been going on about going for months!" he said.
"I know...but I'm tired. I stayed up all night watching South Park. I don't even like it!"
"Well whose fault is that?" asked Nathan, at the end of his tether.
"Look...we could go next week,dude," he said, yawning.
"NO!" screamed Nathan. Brian rolled over in his bed now and looked Nathan in the face for the first time.
"No need to shout, dude," he said. "What difference does another week make?"
"You're wasting your life, Brian, your whole fucking life," said Nathan.
"I'm only thirty!" scoffed Brian.
"Thirty one," corrected Nathan.
"I only turned thirty one a month ago, it doesn't count yet," protest Brian.
"Two months," said Nathan, coldly.
"Yeah...dude, it's just another week. It's nothing."
"Only our lives," said Nathan.
"Oh come on, it's not like we're going to die in the next week!" said Brian.
"Yeah, no one dies this young. Oh wait, remember OH I DON'T KNOW, Michael?" said Nathan, his anger growing.
"That was different, dude. He got run over!"
"AND WHAT, YOU'RE FUCKING IMMUNE FROM BEING RUN OVER ARE YOU?" screamed Nathan.
"Dude!" Nathan reached down and pulled Brian right out of bed. Brian was naked.
"Oh...I thought you would have had something on," said Nathan, in what could pass for an apologetic tone.
"Okay, okay, we'll go today! I don't see the big deal," said Brian, not even bothered to cover up his genitals.
"Thanks...that's all I wanted," said Nathan.
"Can I get dress first?" asked Brian.
"Sure, sure," said Nathan, leaving. "Brian? I really do appreciate it."
"Weirdo," said Brian. Nathan left the room. He almost felt like crying. How much longer could he keep it to himself? He had hoped that the hospital would call someday, to say it had all been a mistake. He really did think it was going to happen, for the longest time. He couldn't be dying, not him. But they hadn't called. And, more alarmingly, he'd started to feel worse every morning when he woke up. He couldn't keep it to himself much longer. He just wanted to go out one more time with Brian before he had to tell anyone, that was alll. Just one more day when he could be himself, the Nathan everyone knew. Not the Nathan who would be dead in four months.
