Jesse Bryan Holmes (jackedupwere) wrote in halcyon_houses, @ 2008-03-16 07:22:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Entry tags: | jesse |
Week Six. Monday
Who: Jesse (narrative)
When: Monday morning
Where: His room, House of Fire
What: Jesse wakes up feeling rather different!
Jesse woke up to the sound of his alarm. He gave it a whack and covered his head with his blankets. It was always the best feeling and the worst feeling; that comfortable spot between sleep and awake yet horrible to know you have to get out of it soon.
As he lay in his bed, he tried to comprehend an odd dream he had. It was the first one to his knowledge in which he got into a lot of awkward positions with guys most of them felt pretty good. The dream, as he recalled it, caused him to feel rather warm inside. He attempted to fight the thought but a voice in the back of his head told him to accept the truth. It was like he had an aversion to lying. Even so, Jesse also felt... not right. Something was different about him, much like how he felt the morning after he first changed.
Finally, he rolled out of bed and caught his reflection in his mirror. He had severe bedhead. Approaching the mirror, he attempted to straight it out before suddenly noticing something very horrifying. Is that... a zit? "I need concealer or something!" Jesse said in a somewhat a whiny tone. It occurred to him that was a weird thing to think and he didn't really like the idea of wearing make-up but if it was to hide something as unsightful as acne, then he might as well. While Jesse was a normal teenager and got his fair share of acne, although never severe, he usually just ignored it unless it was a painful one. It really bothered him now to the point that he didn't think he could face the world with such an imperfection on his face.
Looking at the time, he sighed and decided to take a shower. As he washed up, his mind drifted back to that dream he had. Why did it make him feel so warm? Did he always feel this way and just ignored it? Or what? Finally, he muttered to himself somewhat panicky, "I'm gay." Maybe that is why he had such bad luck in love but the moment that thought presented itself, Jesse heard that nagging voice tell him, "No, you have bad luck because you constantly self sabotage your relationships to prevent painful good-byes. You also don't know how to deal with liking someone in a mature way because your capability to hold basic relationships has been stunted from traveling around so much." That thought made Jesse blink a few times. It also sort of depressed him for it now occurred to him not only was he a gay werewolf but a relationship growth stunted one at that. It also occurred to him that he wasn't always gay but now he was. How odd. He was now fully confused.
With his towel tied around his waist, Jesse walked back to his room and looked through his closet of hideous clothes. He never realized how unfashionable his clothes were. First off, they were awfully baggy and did no justice to his body at all. Second of all, it occurred to him how sloppy he must have looked in them! After trial and error with his many t-shirts, sweatshirts, and pants, he finally decided on a pair of khakis he rarely wore. He usually wore the same pair of jeans despite the rips and tears. He wore those for comfort. Now, he looked at them and thought how much those jeans needed to just be thrown away! Why did he wear them so much?! Anyway, he chose a pair of khakis and a button down light blue shirt which he tucked in. Usually, he wore it out. While looking for footwear, Jesse found that he was disgusted with the fact his pair of sneakers had holes in them. But once again, like most teenage boys, he wore things because they were comfortable. Since his dress shoes his mother made him pack really didn't go with the casualness of the shirt, Jesse begrudgingly wore his sneakers. After his outfit was chosen, Jesse worked on his hair. This took a good 20 minutes when normally it took about five. He was already running late but Jesse could not go to class unless he looked his best.
He spent another five minutes staring at that zit. Unfortunately, he had to go and decided he'll just hit up one of the girls for concealer. Part of him really didn't want to wear make up but the other part of him said he HAD to wear concealer. He had to look absolutely perfect. Right before he left, he noticed the placement of one of his hands. It was on his waist, fingers pointing down. Blinking, he lowered it and couldn't help that he did it with a bit of grace. What the hell?
Grabbing his backpack, Jesse headed down to the House of Fire common area and asked a group of girls, "Does anyone have concealer close to my skin color?" His words, like how he was moving, flowed out like a ballerina taking a leap. Some of the girls were familiar with the joker and gave him an odd look. Jesse sighed. Letting his arms fall to his side, he rolled his eyes, "Come on! I'm going to be late for class and I have a zit! See?" The girls looked at each other and snickered. Finally one of the girls complied. Jesse looked at the compact concealer and shrugged, "It's a shade lighter but right now I'm desperate." As he applied it, the girls continued to stare at him, "I'm having one of those days... you know, you wake up late and realize you're gay and that your whole wardrobe is completely unacceptable." As he rubbed the concealer over his zit, he noticed how it was a tad bit lighter so ended up applying it to his whole face so it would match.
After he was done, he returned the concealer to its rightful owner. "Now, I'm off!" Jesse replied as twiddled his fingers in a wave, "Janet, I used to find you pretty hot. I once used you as a fantasy stand point. Today you look like a whore. I think it is because your concealer is too light for your skin too!" And with that, he sashayed out of the room all the while wondering what was going on. He just couldn't stop telling the truth! It was like he couldn't stop the words from leaving his mouth. Now, it looked like he did not have time for breakfast. Small matter.