Life Isn't A Fairytale

“Damn that was good” I say walking around the apartment naked, not bothering to clean off the cum that still lays on me. My life has never been a walk in the park, School and I never exactly got along too much and any chance I could get out of it was an absolute godsend. The decisions to cut school got me into trouble and into situations that I could never control especially with my short addiction to a mix of cocaine, weed and alcohol which got me into trouble on more than one occasion.

I lay down on my bed and think about how different my life could have been, my mother was the dictionary definition of a slut, she went through guys like crazy and nobody was ever around for more than a couple of weeks at max, Dad wasn’t much better he walked out on Mum when I was two so it was just me and her living in a two bedroom house that quite often had people coming and going. I never knew or asked what Mum did for a living and it was probably better that I never asked her because it was something I’d never be proud of; With all that though, she was a loving mother who made sure that I was always put first and had everything I needed in life.

Looking back, me and B had totally different family lives, lifestyles and interests but somehow we instantly just became best friends. It was the first day of school and this kid was balling his eyes out about being scared, I remember wandering up and talking to him because I remember him from the times we played Lego at Big School practice as Mum called it, I remember telling him to come with me and that’s how we became friends.

B’s family were always a little indifferent to me, his mum treated me like a second son and would care for me in so many ways, that I never thought that I would get in my life. B’s Dad always had a distrust for me and I admit that I wasn’t the best-behaved kid at school but you know nobody’s ever perfect.

I lay on my phone looking through Instagram at what’s going on and just keep reminiscing about how B and I got to this point. I lay there trying to relax but still panting from the hot rapid sex that I just had and how two very different kids that first bonded over playing lego as 5-year-olds are now fucking each other whenever and wherever they can.

I smile looking through Instagram seeing B happy, the last few months for him have been so tough with his mum passing away and the pain that one of the kindest souls I’ve ever met has had to go through. My friendship with B hasn’t exactly been perfect, as I got older and began skipping school I got into trouble and started to get into bad habits especially with taking drugs and drinking, it was one night when B and I were out that he did something that I would both never forgive him for doing but also could never ever repay him for in my life. We were out driving one night coming back from a birthday party for our friend Phil who had been away playing Football up in Scotland, one night we got pulled over for a random search when a small bag of coke was found on the floor that had slipped out of my pocket. As the cops were asking who’s it was, I knew that any sort of police arrest would see me broke the probation I was on for drug possession and amounts to sell would put me in jail, B owned up to it and took the blame for me. The kid was risking copping the wrath of not only his family, but getting a criminal record as well.

Thankfully for both our sake, B got an official warning with no criminal conviction to ever be recorded, that was the wake-up call that I needed. The fallout for Ben was massive though, he was pretty much confined to his house and his Dad banned us from even speaking to each other ever again because I was bad news.

The ban on us seeing each other actually lasted for a good a six months at least, my troubles were the worst thing that I ever wanted to put onto my best friend and it was tough not being able to contact him because B was the only guy who could and would believe in me when I was in trouble and encouraged me to play guitar and get into music. The time we were apart was the toughest time I’ve face because I was so close to going off the deep end and the only thing that stopped me was a letter in the post that I keep hidden but safe.

“Hey L, 

I’m not pissed or even angry about what happened, you’ve had my back so many times and I didn’t want anything more to happen, never think I’ll stop being your best mate but it’s just hard to talk to you or even get a chance to see you. It’ll happen soon enough and we can have a beer or five, just remember you aren’t alone.

B”

The last three words of that letter stayed with me so much that they are apart of my tattoo sleeve on my left arm. I lay there still naked thinking about how we stayed so close and how our friendship went to the next level.

Before I know it, the sun is beating through the window of my bedroom and it wakes me up, the sky is full of blue and it’s time to get up, I look at my phone and see it’s 7am and time to get up.