Alonely...Part two

Alonely… Part two

*Before…

I feel Trey’s head on my shoulder and look to see them asleep on my shoulder and the sunshine is touching their face and they are sleeping like me when I hit that wall of sheer exhaustion.

He has really bad burns on his face too and yet he looks like he’s crying a little in his sleep.
I don’t know what I’m doing really but I reach under the comforter and feel out for him and find his arm and then his hand.

Even feeling the scars doesn’t gross or freak my out.

Actually I have no idea what I’m feeling….but when I gently squeeze his hand and whisper. “It’s okay….I’m here.” The pained tenseness, that sad in his sleep seems to fade a little and right now.

Right now we’re not alone for the moment at least.

*And now…

Trey looks at me.

“I…I don’t want to be an asshole Blayne…but…but why?”

I take a breath and think. “Honestly…because maybe you don’t scare me?”

“The way I look?”

I nod. “Looks don’t scare me Trey it’s everything else.”

“Everything else?”

“Yes, people…most people I know get way too hung up on stuff like that.”

“There’s hung up and then there’s this…I scare people Blayne.”

“You don’t scare me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m different…likely as messed up as you are on the inside as you are like this.”

“That’s not possible they…they go deep Blayne, they run right through me now.”

“Yeah…I can tell…”

He looks away… “I don’t want to be…be an asshole but what’s wrong with you? I mean the on the inside thing.”

“I’m asexual.”

He looks at me and he’s got this questioning look there and in just kind of lean heavy into the chair and sigh.

“Sorry…” He looks down.

“No….it’s just I get that all the time.”

“What?”

“That look, that I don’t get it look or the that’s not really a thing it’s a choice or a joke or…”

He looks at me actually sliding a little closer…more intense but in that between two people way and not something sexual… “Hard to live with?”

I nod.

Actually I stare at him a bit too, mostly his eyes. People’s eyes say a lot about them and it usually can show me if they’re messing with me.

I get messed with a lot.

“Blayne?”

“Yeah?”

“Tell me about it?”

“Being asexual?”

“Yeah.” Trey coughs some and I look at him.
I nod slowly to myself and think about it.

“It’s different for everyone…I mean it’s like I guess like straight or gay or stuff…it’s not one thing…but for me?”

Trey nods.

“For me it’s always been off…I don’t line up with other people. Never have…I mean there’s been people I like, there’s been people that I’ve ended up really, really liking but then it comes to that sex stuff and…and nothing…my brain misses all the cues and I don’t get the urges that I should…and I’ve tried…tried guys, tried girls and it’s all the same…”

“So…have you?”

“Yeah…when I was a teenager…desperate to be like everyone else…it was just…awkward and beyond.”

“Sex is supposed to be awkward.”

“Not all the time, not every time…” (Sniffle.) Great now I’m crying.

“You okay?” He’s shy about it but he reaches up and rubs my back some.

“No…” I’m sniffling and stuff and right on the edge of breaking because… “It hurts…I’ve tried and tried but going past things gets just…I want the regular stuff…I want a relationship and a life and to have someone…I effing do but…but I just can’t go there…sex makes me feel…”

“Uncomfortable…almost violated?”

I sob… “Yes…but how can you really like someone but be with them and having it feel like you’re…it’s like I have to go there and I’m not ready to go there…I’m never ready!”

I got a bit loud and I blush some and cover my face. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I just…”

He leans forward in the chair and looks at me. “Blayne…it’s messed up…and I’m not going to say it’s not but…you’re perfectly okay to feel that way.”

“I am?”

“Yeah…you are, people are messy, complicated…stupid…sometimes too.”

“I…I’ve always just kept getting side eyed for this.”

Trey nods. “People are stupid.”

He smiles and despite the scars and stuff or maybe because of it it’s a nice smile.

“Breakfast?”

I blink…it is morning.

“Oh…okay….that’d be nice will your folks be okay with it?”

“Thrilled.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m anti-social to the point of they’ll likely be fawning over you.”

I nod. “I can deal with that it’s better than the my kid’s an alien thing that mine treat me with.”

We get up and we head inside his house and he’s folding the blanket as best he can with what happened to his fingers. “Bad?”

“Bad enough my dad was kind of a homophobe and now he’d be grateful if I had a boyfriend I think…I’ve heard him call me the neuter when he didn’t think I was around.”

He looks at me. “Wow…what an asshole.”

I shrug…try not to get too upset again over it. “People have a hard time with asexual people…we don’t compute as much as trans people do.”

Trey gives me a nod and another smile like he’s trying to reassure me… “How about I just don’t try to compute you at all?”

I sigh… “Thank you…so…much…”



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