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The old zombie man gets up and ambles out, but not before farting on his way, leaving a terrible unearthly smell in his wake. I plug my nose and jog out, skidding to a stop outside and inhaling deeply. It’s not even dark out. This day is endless. I don’t know how to make it go any faster.
If it was last week, I’d be busy getting railed into the next day, but now I’m just a loser, ghosted by two men and left to deal with the stench of zombie farts.
I need to get a hobby. Maybe go on a date and cut my losses. Although, the last date I went on was with Colin, and I fell asleep. While he was mid-sentence.
How mortifying.
But maybe I should give it another shot. If Ford and Cash are done with me, then maybe I should branch out.
Try and find something healthy and boring.
God. I don’t want that. I want something forbidden, something taboo.
I want Cash and Ford. At the same time.
I push the thought away and walk quickly to my car, pulling up my dating app as I go.
I’m distracted and not really feeling most of the men that appear on my screen, but I make a valiant effort. I eventually end up at Ford’s place anyways. My car idles on the street, the evening sun setting behind the hills as I sit and stare. The door is closed, the light on, and I wonder what he’s doing in there. Is he with Cash?
I glance around and see Cash’s car parked opposite mine. I don’t know what they’re doing, but I’m obviously not invited. Not that I would be. I’m just a hole to be used. That’s all I let myself be.
It’s my fault.
I should go to the door to see what they’re up to. Part of me wants to tiptoe to the window and peer through like a creep, but instead, I drive home. I’ll spend the night staring at my wall and scrolling mycology posts on Reddit. Mushrooms are so fascinating and most look like dicks.
Dicks that I’m not getting anymore.
Avery’s outside washing his car when I pull into the driveway and sit for far too long with my head on the steering wheel. “You okay?” he asks through my closed window. He probably thinks I died.
Me and zombie man can be soulmates in the afterlife.
I turn my head toward him and smile weakly.
“I’m fine.”
“Get out of the car, man. You look too sad.”
I sigh and get out as fast as I can, which is the pace of a snail.
“Jesus, do you normally move that slow?” Avery asks, his perfectly shaped brows rising. His long blond hair is pulled up into two buns on the top of his head, and I see black eyeliner and mascara on his eyes.
“I find the motivation to move my appendages lacking,” I say, and Avery shakes his head, those buns bobbing back and forth.
“Come on. Your dad is out, let me make you a margarita and you can spill all the beans.”
“Oh god. I can’t tell you anything.”
“Why not?” he asks, nudging my shoulder as we walk to the house. I haven’t been in here for ages. I should visit with my dad more, but with my schedule, it’s so damn hard to find time to do anything like socialize.
Unless that person is socializing with my asshole.
Then I make all the time in the world.
“Wow,” I say, taking in the new throw pillows and the brightly painted wall. “You did this, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, your dad just needed a pop of color in his life.”
I glance at Avery with his bright purple tank and blue short-shorts and think that this is exactly what my dad needs. Everything in this house looks lighter, brighter. Even Avery brightens up the space.
