zekechapman
sorry I don’t mean to bother you but just needed someone to tell hope you have a good night
My thumb hovered over the last message to unsend it, but he’d already seen it. And he still hadn’t replied.Could this night get any worse?I groaned, sitting up.The only guy who I could be myself around, and I ruined—The screen lit up with a reply.
11:43PM
bedmas_22
Zeke, I’m sorry. Fuck your dad for ruining it. He’s an asshole. That sucks, and I wish I could make it better. You never bother me, just so you know. My night gets better when you message me. Please don’t stop. I’m here for you if you want to talk.
bedmas_22
Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I wish I would’ve gotten you something. Maybe it would have made the day not suck so much.
A bad idea was beginning to take shape. It would be so easy to sneak over to his house, into his room, into a false reality where we could be together for a few hours. But I stopped myself from typing something thirsty and played it cool.
zekechapman
it’s okay or it will be I guess
zekechapman
thank you for saying that
zekechapman
I came home and have been watching my favorite episodes of Doctor Who to cheer myself up
bedmas_22
What episode is next? I’ll watch it with you.
I felt the beginning of a smile as I glanced around my room. The green dirt bike helmet Mom had got me sat on the dresser with the bow still on it. It would be smarter to blow him off and go riding. Keep myself from getting closer to him after how he’d treated me last weekend. Although, he was the only person I could talk to…
zekechapman
the 2023 Christmas special
zekechapman
and thank you for wanting to be my friend Mason
I leaned back against the pillows and reopened my laptop. Despite the late hour, he was willing to stay up and watch Ncuti Gatwa’s first episode as the Fifteenth Doctor. It filled me with bittersweetness, because he’d said he didn’t date, and I really wanted to date him.Regret is a problem for tomorrow me,I decided, navigating to the episode. Then I went to DM that I was ready and saw his back-to-back messages. It felt like someone had sucker punched me in the nuts.
bedmas_22
I really want to be your friend, but I can’t if I’m lying to you.
bedmas_22
I’m not Mason.
Chapter 21
Who is bedmas_22?
The question haunted me, lurking between all my thoughts. It kept me awake for the last few nights with its eerie presence. The glow of my phone would cut through the dark while I creeped on Instagram for any clues. Anything to reveal his true identity. The only thing I found was a nauseating implication.
