Richie Foley O1000 (gearedup) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-09-29 20:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | richie foley (gear) |
Who:Richie
What:Mulling over dreams
When:Today
Where:His and Virgil's place
Warnings:Bigotry on his father's part etc
status: complete
Richie hadn't intended to say anything about his dreams, but it was almost like that network had some kind of magnetic pull. He supposed it was like facebook or any other social media really, sharing thoughts with total strangers was just second nature on them. Richie really didn't want to go into details though. His dreams had hit a bit too close to home to ignore however. It was strange how they mirrored current life nearly exactly down to the detail. Unnerving honestly. How were they supposed to tell which life was really the one they were meant to be in? He'd woken up so much residual anger he wasn't sure he could answer tht question.
His father could be so close minded sometimes. There were reasons he didn't stay in contact with that man much after he left home, they didn't see eye to eye on many things. While Virgil may have made nice with the man, Richie hadn't quite yet. Their relationship was often on unstable ground. Anyone who was different was automatically awful in his fathers eyes, and Richie couldn't stand that. Richie himself was different, everyone saw it but him-everyone accepted it but him and his father.
The blond sat in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal, but he hadn't really been paying it much mind. 98% of it was soggy, but he didn't even consider getting up to replace it-there were just too many thoughts swimming around in his head and none of them pleasant ones that made him want to eat more.
His high school life had been a confusing one. Watching Virgil with girls and his other acquaintances eventually get girlfriends-bu himself? He'd never held a steady relationship. None of them really interested him in that way, and his father seemed to pick up on it. Even went on several rants about 'the gays' and how no son of his would ever end up like them.
The dream were too real. They brought back unwanted emotions as he sat there letting the minutes pass and his cereal lose consistency. Then there was Virgil. His best friend in the world, the person he loved above anyone else and his father couldn't see past his stupid racism to see the amazing person Virgil was, it angered him all over again, just like it had then only this time at least he didn't have to pack a bag and run. Nope, this time he could sit and glare at his food as if it were to blame for his past.
Richie sent Virgil a text, letting him know he wasn't likely to be into work that day-but he was fine and not to worry about him.