Sign 8 Hate Yourself
1258 Words
“I almost moaned,” Cyril said and chugged down a red bull. Edgar spat his red bull on Sklyer’s face. Skyler took out a handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping his face.
“WHAT?! YO WHAT THE f**k?”
“I can’t help it, he squeezed my breasts,” Cyril blushed.
Edgar looked at him, ‘Does he realise that that’s not a normal thing?’
“…Cyril, you’re still mentally a man,” Edgar said. Skyler went towards the ocean and washed the handkerchief.
“What?” Cyril looked at him. He was sitting with his legs crossed and pressed the red bull can on his lap. Edgar looked disgusted, “Dude…I’m severely concerned as your father figure,”
“Shut the f**k up,”
“WHY THE f**k ARE YOU AROUSED BY YOUR CHEST?! YOU ARE A MAN, FOR f**k’S SAKE MATE!” Edgar threw the can on the floor and wasted all the drink inside it.
Cyril scrunched his handkerchief and patted the wet handkerchief on his face. His face turned red, “…Heaven,”
“What kind of question is this?” Cyril asked. Edgar moved towards him, “You cannot ditch your homies!”
“I—What? How am I ditching you?”
“YOU JUST SACRIFICED YOUR MANHOOD!”
“I CAN’T DO ANYTHING IF I DON’T HAVE A c**k ANYMORE!”
“LEAST YOU CAN DO IS NOT BE HORNY CUZ OF OTHER BLOKES! ESPECIALLY TRISTIAN WHITE!”
“I WAS NOT HORNY! IT WAS A PHYSICAL REACTION!”
“YOU SHOULDN’T BE HAVING IT!”
“f**k OFF WILL YOU?!”
“NO! I WILL MAKE SURE YOU DON’T HAVE IT AGAIN!”
“YOU—Wait, what?”
“Let’s make you used to being groped—”
“f**k OFF, YOU SICK PERVERT!”
“It’s just bros helping each other,”
“THEN DO IT WHEN I’M A BRO AGAIN!”
“I’m not gay,”
“HEY! LEAVE ME! THIS IS HARASSMENT!”
Skyler washed the handkerchief again and put it to dry on a rock. He saw a crab, crawling on the beach. He just stared at it for a while. Edgar and Cyril were shouting in the background.
The crab looked so red.
“AH! DON’T TOUCH ME!”
And so delicious.
“YOU’RE FEELING IT, AREN’T YOU!”
“PERVERT!”
“WHAT’S GOING ON THERE?!” A police car stopped by.
“Oh s**t,” Edgar moved away from Cyril.
“Was this bloke trying something with you?” The police officer asked Cyril.
“No sir, we’re just pals,” Edgar said.
“You’re a couple?” The police officer asked.
“No, we’re just pals,”
“Pals don’t grope each other. Get into the car,”
“I didn’t even do anything!” Cyril said.
"You were being groped,"
“Alright, get into the car,”
“No, sir, listen,”
“We’ll do the listening in the police station, both of you get in,”
“Sir, we’re white,”
“Edgar, you’re not in the states,”
“Get in!”
“But why me—”
“I wanna call my lawyer,”
“Oh, this handcuff is pretty schmick, don't think I have seen one that flash before!”
“I SAID GET IN!”
“Sir, be gentler,”
“SHUT THE f**k UP!”
“Hot.”
“GET INTO THE CAR! YOU’RE SO WEIRD!”
“Don’t touch me there!”
“Hey, stop harassing my girlfriend!”
“I’M NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!”
“Can I get a schooner of beer, thanks”
“YOU ARE ASKING FOR BOOZE TO A POLICEMAN?!”
“Sure, I can set a world record here for sculling 2.5 pints of beer in 11 seconds.”
“YOU’RE GETTING IN OR NOT!”
“Ow, don’t push me so hard, daddy~”
Skyler roasted the crab over the barbeque and stared at the sizzling barbeque while his friends shouted and moaned in the background.
“GET IN NOW!”
“We will… If you grab us a pack of chewie when you duck into the servo and a chicko roll!”
“I ain't doing none of it,”
“Then, we’re not coming,”
“Now listen here, you are being extremely disrespectful towards a police officer. We are here for your safety and privacy” The police officer said.
“Okay boomer,”
“YOU—”
“My girlfriend and I were trying to have a good time when you just decided to butt in. Privacy my ass. We weren’t even f*****g each other, we were just cuddling, my friend there eating that crab was there with us, it’s not like I’d f**k her in front of him. This is why I hate police officers! They don’t let you have fun in the name of safety. How exactly are we unsafe right now? Will a meteorite fall from the sky or a pack of terrorists are raiding the town? We are just doin' some barbeque and night surfing. What the hell is wrong with that? Just cuz we look young you feel like it’s easy to take us in, it’s not! I will not surrender to such injustice!”
Cyril decided not to say anything anymore.
‘I hate my life’
The officer was speechless.
Skyler finished eating his crab, “Okay boomer,”
The police officer came back home after work, “I’m home,”
“Welcome back,” His wife came to the door with a smile,” Dinner is ready,”
“Today was a tiring day,” He said as he removed his jacket.
“Did something happen, dad?” Heart looked at him.
“I met two idiots today,”
Cyril, my boy, you are f****d.
The next evening, Heart stood at the pavement and looked at the ocean. The sun was setting and the surfers were surfing on the golden lit waves. She looked aside. Cyril was standing beside her, eating an energy bar. His hand was on the wall separating the beach from the road. She slowly moved her hands towards his long and slender fingers.
Her heart was beating loudly, she could hear the blood flow through her head. If she touched her hand, would she hear her heart too? Cyril turned towards her. Her face was really close, “Is something wrong?” He blushed. She moved her hands across his hair and got on her toes to get on his eye level, “Everything seems wrong,” She said.
He moved back, she grabbed his hand and entwined their fingers together. He turned red. She pressed his hands over her lips, “I don’t know why I’m so fascinated by you.”
Cyril looked at her face, “You just stepped into my space and I forgot how to breathe. To see you, to feel you, it calms me down. It cures me.” She left his hands and pressed her palms on his warm face. He shivered, her hands were freezing, but nevertheless she smiled and those cold hands melted him away “I’m so glad you exist,”
He looked down at the worn-out pavement. He was thinking in colours, he was overwhelmed and frankly terrified because he had never loved anyone or anything more than how much he loved her. She had hands like the ocean. Cold but warm, pushing him down and pulling him up again. But her waters weren’t meant for him to surf.
Because little did he know, that no matter how big or vast the ocean is, it cannot quench someone’s thirst.
But it can kill them.
Cyril ran back home that night again. The moon was setting its way to the top and he was running on the wet grass, the smell of the ocean filled the air and his face was cold. He opened the door and looked at the mirror in the hall. He was thinking about certain things, about how he stopped wearing his lenses because finally, someone loved his eyes just the way they were. How he was smiling often without any reason and how he was looking forward to seeing someone's face every morning.
He walked towards the kitchen,
“Mom,”
“Yeah?” She was cutting some lettuce on the chopping board.
“Thank you for making me like this,” He smiled and went to his room, "I LOVE MY EYES!"
She left the knife and turned back but he was gone. Slowly, tears left her eyes, "Oh Cyril, if only you knew...
You would hate yourself"
-To be continued
- Writer
