JAY
Theres no way. this has to be a joke.
brother it is not a joke.
if it is, idk why its being made
how would he even recognize me? I don't look the same
I hate to break it to you, but you've always looked like a twink lol
I think i was wearing a skirt back then.
he's wearing a skirt in this pic I don't think a man whose been in drag 90% of his life gives two shits about what you wore ten years ago.
you know what i mean. I don't look like a girl anymore.
You look as much like a cunt as Reno does.
Fuck off.
what do i do?
the fuck you mean?
REPLY TO HIM.
Isn't this like, a weird fantasy of yours?
Exactly. A fantasy.
doesn't mean i wanna live it fr. I don't actually know him. What if hes a dick? and what would someone like that even want with someone like me?
ridiculous.
Someone like you? You mean a total hottie. Right? God's perfect transgender twink?
you don't have to b nice to me because im having a crisis.
Luka threw his phone across the room. What if he just went downstairs to work, made breakfast, went on a walk, and never checked the internet ever again?
He moved Michael off his chest with only a bit of protest and resigned himself to trying to have a normal day.
Maybe he could just turn off his phone. He could work from his desktop, unplug the wifi router, then stop paying the bill altogether.
He got up and stretched, ignored Michael’s mewing for food, and took his hair out of its braid to brush it and try to act normal for a few minutes. His shirt clung to his back, and his palm felt too hot around the brush’s handle. Maybe he should try to shower, but he knew that with anxious sweats like this, there was no getting past it until he dealt with the problem at hand or forgot about it. He couldn’t spend all day in the shower. He had things to do.
He put food in Michael’s bowl and reminded him not to eat it too fast. He had his own breakfast of eggs, Red Bull, and a cigarette while sitting on his front door step as he watched a bird roll in the bath out front.
So what if Reno was trying to find him? There was no need to disrupt his admittedly boring, but pleasant life just because an extremely beautiful celebrity called out for him. He tipped the cigarette to knock ash off of it and took one last long drag before stamping it out, the image of his foot and Reno’s overlapping for a moment as if he was still there, ten years ago.
“Damn it. God damn it.” His hands weresosweaty. He stormed back inside, the glass door rattling in its frame when he slammed it closed. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Hey, what’s going on?” August peeked their head around the corner from the kitchen, their curls looking especially frizzy. “Why you slamming doors?”
“My life is one giant shit-show,” Luka replied. “I’m almost out of cigarettes, my computer is going to give up on me, and an international celebrity made a post on Twitter specifically asking if anyone knew who and where I was.”
“Excuse me?” August’s face twisted, an eyebrow shooting up, one eye closing more than the other, their lips parting awkwardly. It would be funny if Luka weren’t two seconds away from the world’s biggest panic attack. “What? Luka, hey. Oh my god, dude.” August rushed over and forced Luka to sit down on the futon. Their broad hands gripped his shoulders so he wouldn’t run away.
