TIB||I’m a Bad Storyteller and An Even Worse Boyfriend
Okay, so before we even get into the Valentine’s mess, maybe I should finish the birthday story from like 3 weeks ago.
Only Michael and I could make it. Charlie, thankfully, left about an hour before the party, but he did so with a threat for later, as far as I was told.
His parents stayed in their room for almost the entire party, and showed no interest in meeting their son’s closest friends. But, you know, whatever.
We had the option to be in the living room, but Cam found that incredibly boring, so we ended up hanging out in his room. It was only the 2nd time I’ve been in his room, and this time was on much better terms. I actually got to look around the room, and there was more stuff than expected, though not by too much. I didn’t doubt that he was telling the truth when he told me he had a buttload of first aid stuff in the bathroom, but I didn’t check, despite the multiple opportunities.
Now, I should state that Cam’s room is on the opposite side of the house from his parents. That should mean that what they say or do would be easily concealed if we’re in his room.
We found out the hard way that it wasn’t the case. About 45 minutes after I showed up, and only a half-hour after Michael showed up, they apparently started arguing, and got increasingly louder as time went on. Cam was doing his best to ignore it, occasionally rolling his eyes and sighing. After 5 minutes, he says, “Sorry, guys.”
“Don’t apologize,” I say. “It’s not your fault.”
“Yeah, I mean, they’re the dirtbags that are fighting at your birthday party.”
He sighs, for the 10th time in the past 5 minutes, and replies, “Yeah, but I should’ve known.”
“Shut up,” I say.
Now, as far as I know, they’re continued fighting after the party was over, actually getting way louder, and when Charlie came home, Cam didn’t have a great time, but he thanked us for letting him have an actual birthday party for once. Michael nearly started crying when he stepped outside. “This kid... I wouldn’t be able to deal with that. My parents are dead, and I’d literally rather keep it like that than to deal with what he goes through.”
“I don’t share the sentiment but I do agree that he’s stronger than anyone gives him credit for.”
As for the Valentine’s thing, almost a full week ago, it’s not as bad as I make it seem, but here’s what happened.
I’m perpetually broke. I have money somewhere, but I’ve broken it up into three stashes and only know where the smallest one is.
The smallest one is $15. I took that and went to the store.
The issue is that I need something for Cam and something for Annie. They had these little stuffed bears, thankfully, that were adorable, and well within the price range I needed. I grabbed those, and a box of valentines from the dollar store. I wish I could get more, but I guess I’ll just have to make up for it in actions for now, and money later.
The box of valentines had more than enough for those two and the rest of my friends, so I offered the box to Annie, afterwards, so she could do some for her friends.
All in all, it wasn’t a total disaster, he liked the small gift because he is like 10 years old, at heart, and he didn’t get me anything too big, either. I just wish I could’ve done more for someone who means so much to me.
