Untouched

Oli

I sat in the garage of Curtis.

He sat next to me as we huddled around the small little table.

We had some shit to snort, which brightened my day drastically.

I love drugs. Period.

Everything about them, made my insides tingle.

“I saw you with Christofer” Curtis said snorting up his line.

I, however, already snorted three.

“What is he? A fuck toy?” He asked, finishing up.

I sighed loudly, “I don’t know”

The conversation ended there.

Both of us just wanted to enjoy the effect of the drugs.



I arrived home, very late.

I closed the door and rubbed at my nose.

I walked into the kitchen heading toward the cabinets.

Taking a glass, I filled it with water and chugged it down.

“It’s late”

I turned around, my heart pounding in my chest.

The lights turned on, Tom stood there in his pajamas.

“Fuck Tom, don’t ever do that” I sighed, waiting for my pulse to calm down as well.

“Don’t go at and not come home until 3 in the morning smelling like fucking weed and shit”

I laughed, “It wasn’t weed this time”

Tom sighed, he was in fact furious.

“I’m tried of having to cover for you Oli.” He said through his teeth.

I stared at him through the dim kitchen light.

“You don’t have too”

He grunted, “Yes I do. That’s what brothers do”

His voice sounded shaky, he was probably on the verge of crying.
I walked closer to him, and to my prediction he was crying.

“I didn’t know you cared the much” I mumbled.

He looked up to me, his eyes wide, “I don’t care, Oli how could you even say that!”

He quickly pushed past me and ran up to his room.

Did I fuck up again?



I sat at my lunch table, under the huge tree in the quad.

Only the cool kids hang out here, just the stereotypical jocks, cheerleaders and others.

I didn’t know how, but somehow Tom and I ended up here.

I looked over to Tom as he talked Lee.

He smiled and laughed.

I thought back to the ‘fight’ we had last night.

I keep my eyes on him as he continued to chat.

He quickly glanced to me.

He gave me a disgusted look and turned his attention back to his friends.

I looked away and scanned the quad area.

People lined up at the burger kind across from me, and the subway next to it.

Some people sat at their tables, talking with their friends.

Then my eyes focused toward the weird kids, as they’re called.

That group consisted of Christofer and his friends.

I stared at them, for a long time.

My gaze mostly focused on Christofer.

His friends were playing the guitar and singing, joking around.

Christofer however, seemed distant from everyone.

Although he smiled, and laughed and talked to his friends.

It was clear he was wearing a mask, to make him seem normal.

I though back to what he told me.

"It makes me look pretty"

What could that possibly mean?