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Alex
"I hate you!" This is the first thing that came to mind after I'd processed the fact that that asshole was in bed - MY bed- with another guy. Just great, isn't it? I can't even think of something biting to say to him. You're probably wondering what I'm talking about so let me start at the beginning.
My name is Alex Croon; I'm 21 years old and insanely rich. And no, it's not from any inheritance, my parents are both alive and well and my grandparents don't even know I exist so my wealth is all my doing. You see I'm an artist and a damn good one at that – even if I do say so myself. I started painting when I was three, was discovered when I was ten and had made a name for myself by the time I was twelve so I can't really attribute my wealth to anyone's cleverness except my own. Anyway, I live in a huge apartment in New York; the apartment is gorgeously decorated and pretty comfortable to live in. I live alone (I've never been able to share my living space) and up until a few minutes ago I had a boyfriend. Did I mention I was gay? Well I am. Anyway, Chase, my now ex-boyfriend and I have been going steady for a few months now. We met when he modeled for me last year – yeah he's a model – and while I'd love to tell you that I was dazzled by his beauty and had a crush on him from then on that's not how it happened. He actually approached me and asked me out a few weeks after we'd worked together, we went to dinner along with his friends -some date, huh? – where he introduced me as his boyfriend and that's what I've been up till now. So back to the present: a few hours ago I boarded a plane from California to New York, I didn't call because I wanted to surprise him. Guess who got the surprise when I came home from the airport to find my boyfriend lying on his stomach with another guy buried deep in his ass? "Al, baby, this is not what it looks like...I, uh...I was just, uhm... having a massage."
"I didn't know masseuses used their dicks for massages and don't call me baby! You lost that right when you decided to fuck around."
"But b--"
"Don't! Just don't Chase. I'm giving you ten minutes to get your cheating ass dressed and out of my house."
"Al please don't do this. I was lonely baby and --"
"I don't care! I just don't give a fuck Chase and that's nine minutes now – I'd suggest you and your bitch get dressed before I run out of patience. Now I'll be waiting downstairs and if you don't get your asses down there in eight minutes then I guarantee you hell will break loose." I went downstairs like I said I would and waited but thankfully not for long because Chase and his new masseuse came down soon after me.
"Baby I--"
"Leave Chase – just go please"
"But I--"
"But nothing! Now go!" Immediately after I closed the door, I burst into tears. It's true what they say about money not being able to buy you happiness. I have all the money in the world and no happiness at all.
Welcome to my world.
"Hey Migg"
"Hey Lex, howzit going man?"
"Still alive I'm afraid"
"Are you really?"
"Yeah dude, I haven't seen a crimson sky yet" Both of us laughed at the weak joke. It was a joke that we started back in high school that if we ever saw a red sky then the world was definitely coming to an end.
"At least you still got your crappy sense of humor dude, I'd be very worried if you lost that" We laughed again, "But seriously Lex, you haven't been answering my calls or anybody's for that matter and you never come out with us anymore. What's going on?" Miggy was right to be worried. After the breakup a few weeks ago I've been practically living like a hermit. I didn't want to see anyone anymore. Although to my defense, I've never been much of a people's person. Lately all I ever felt like doing was work and that's not unusual for me because I tend to throw myself into my work and forget about the outside world.
"Nothing man, I've just been really busy that's all. You know I've got that exhibition coming up soon and unless I want to have a certain Ms Sally June on my case, I have to work my ass off to meet the deadline."
"Seriously dude, you'd think I know you well enough by now to know that what you're saying is bullshit because that exhibition is not for months and I would know since I'm dating the certain Ms Sally June you so kindly mentioned just now."
"Wow dude! You're with Sally now? Good for you bro"
"Yeah well you would've known much sooner if you'd bothered to take my calls douche bag"
I felt my face burn with embarrassment, "Uh yeah sorry about that dude, I guess I was not ready for the public yet."
"Does that mean you're ready now?" "Not really, I'm still not over Chase"
"Bro you seriously need to get over that asshole, it's been six weeks already"
"Yeah I know but it's easier said than done."
"Well if you bothered to get off of your rich ass and out of this posh apartment, you'd find it a lot easier to do you know."
"Yeah I know dude but I just didn't have the energy to face the outside world...alone." The last word was whispered.
"Bro you know you're never alone man, you have me and the gang and we're all worried about you plus we love you."
"Yeah I know bro but it's not the same. I'll still go to bed alone and in my mind I'll still be alone Migg"
He hugged me then. "I know it's hard but you'll find someone else bro and he'll make you happier than that ass wipe ever did."
"Thanks Migg, I don't know what I would do without you bro"
