He Can't Read My Poker Face

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    Jan 08, 2010 11:59 AM GMT
    It’s late and my glass is empty. The first day of 2010 and here I am sitting on the couch watching late night reruns I’ve seen many times before. The blue light from my TV fills my dark living room like water; I imagine I must look like someone who had drowned. My eyes are glazed and mouth slack with the unaffected expression of a corpse. I switch off the TV and stretch in the darkness that follows; time for bed. It’s so quiet that I almost fall off the couch when my ringtone shatters the silence with Bad Romance.
    My best friend is calling, he’s just as bored as I am and wants to know if he can come over, I say sure and he laughs when I say “misery loves company.”
    He drives like the devil so I didn’t have to wait very long before I heard a knock on my door. I invite him in and give him a guy hug. I make my way back to the couch and he heads to my kitchen to help himself to a beer. He comes back with two and hands one out to me.
    “Nah, I think I’m done for the night man, I’ve been pounding screwdrivers since ten.”
    He grins and rolls his eyes, then pops off the cap and downs a bottle; showing off. When he’s finished he releases a loud victorious belch and pounds his big chest.”
    “Calm down Tarzan.” I snicker.
    “Just trying to catch up to you bud.” He laughs at my joke and opens the other beer.
    We start watching a horror movie, no one has even died yet and I can tell he’s already not into it. He keeps texting. A panorama of girls spins through my mind as I think of who it could be before I remember that I don’t care. I watch the killer on TV sneak up on a young high school girl and slit her throat with a length of barbed wire, all the while hearing the annoying sound of his thumbs typing. I look over at him, he’s physically here but his mind is off with some girl. It’s his mind that I want; I’d prefer to be alone then have to endure his false company.
    “Sorry man, she keeps texting me. I’m just gonna turn off my phone.” I think I can hear sincerity in his voice, but maybe it’s because I’m drunk.
    “I’m almost done with this,” he shakes his half empty beer, “Time to get a refill, want one?”
    “You milk those things like they’re dicks!” It’s so easy to get him mad; we always talk shit to each other.
    “I’m not like you.” He retorts before going to fetch more beer.
    He knows that I’m gay, and loves to throw in my face that I suck dick. His jokes don’t bother me though; I’d rather have him feel comfortable enough with it that he can find humor instead of pretending I’m straight.
    “Bring me one!” I call.
    He comes back and tosses me the beer. I begin to drink and turn my eyes back to the movie. A handsome guy and big-boobed blonde girl are making out in the dark; the murderer looms. I remember the mystery recipient of his texts and before I can even think not to do it I ask, “Who were you texting?”
    He’s silent for a few seconds before speaking, “Nicole.”
    I just nod and am thankful he didn’t decide to tell me more. My dumb curiosity would inevitably lead me to knowing something I didn’t want to. I’ll always listen to him and allow him to vent, but hate hearing about how girls hurt him while knowing that I wouldn’t. I feel ashamed of my foolish crush and stifle it deep inside me where it belongs.
    “She wants me to go over and fuck her.”
    “So why don’t you?”
    He doesn’t answer. I turn back to the movie but it’s so far gone that I don’t care anymore; blood runs down the walls.

    I felt like I was sinking into the couch so I put my beer down and relaxed, I didn’t realize when I fell asleep, but the next day I woke up in my bed with my best friend gone and the vague memory of someone kissing my forehead before turning out the lights.
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    Jan 08, 2010 3:42 PM GMT
    value his friendship and keep that poker face til your distracted by someone who will retuen the attention you seek.
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    Jan 08, 2010 3:57 PM GMT
    you're a wonderful writer... keep it up! whether this is based on experience or it's entirely fiction, I really enjoyed reading it.
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    Jan 08, 2010 5:45 PM GMT
    I like that.
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    Jan 08, 2010 6:19 PM GMT
    wow...i liked that