A Unique and Torn Romance

I try calling Gerard again, but I get the busy-tone – again.

I throw my cell-phone across the room and throw myself backwards onto my bed. Unicorns can hate, but they can’t loathe. I wish I could. I bet it’s the best fucking feeling in the world.

It’s ridiculous, really. My feelings are all contaminated by unicorn genes – like a parental lock on my emotions – but my actions are free as a bird. Or, to be more precise: free as a human.
And unicorns love. They love everything and everyone and could never harm anyone or anything. They care for all – especially those who won’t try to hurt them.
So why Bob? Why the fuck would I fall for Bob – my worst nightmare?

Have I even fallen for him? All I’ve done is dream about him!
But then there was that one time where I came… But that was because of Mrs. Williams! Come on! Those huge-

Oh, fuck it! If I can’t even admit it to myself…
I came when I saw his face – his muscular body.
I might not be gay. I might just be bisexual. But…
That would mean…
I like Bob?

Maybe it’s just a phase. Maybe it’ll pass. Maybe it’s just all the teenage hormones building up inside of me. My sexual appetite can’t be satisfied. My hormones are hungry for sex – any sex.

But why Bob? Bob?
He’s my enemy! I hate him! I’m able to hate and I do hate him! He’s an asshole! He’s a fucking shithole that deserves to… to…
Fuck!
I wanna loathe him! I really do!
Fuck my genes!

I flip over onto my stomach and bury my face in my pillow. I consider screaming – again. The last three times my mom came in, and the first time – which was in the middle of the night – my dad came in. Through the window.

I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down, but it doesn’t help much.
I start mumbling instead.

Stupid, fucking parents and their inability to stay away and leave me alone and not listen in on every little movement or scream. Yes, dad! I know you can hear me! Fuck off!
It’s still light outside, so he’s most likely resting in his coffin. I know he won’t come up here, but I know he’s listening.

Stupid Gerard for not answering his phone. Stupid Frank for not hanging the fuck up on my brother and leaving him alone. Fuck them both for just forgetting me. For ignoring me.
Fuck this whole planet. Why can’t the world just go to hell? We’ll all wound up there anyway, so why can’t everyone just go down there now? ‘I’ll meet you all down there! Just go ahead! I’ll catch up!’
Fuck Bob!
Fuck my dick!
Fuck my brain!
Fuck my feelings!
“Fuck me!”
Footsteps.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Mikey? Sweetie?”