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[grapefruit280]

Don’t Forget to Eat Some Walnuts

Part 1: Cade

The back pocket of my blue jeans vibrated, and naturally I knew who it was - Lance. My first high-school boyfriend. Lance is a year older than me, and is soon expected to graduate.

“See you by the lunch tables after school? The ones that are the furthest away. I’ve got a surprise for you!!” texted at 2:53 P.M.

“Oh, yayy! I can’t wait!! I miss you so much, it’s been such a long day”

“Yup”

Counting the minutes down in English, my excitement is almost bursting through my chest. Tomorrow will be the beginning of summer. My first summer with Lance and I had it all planned out. I talked about all year, fantasizing about the all the possible summer memories Lance and I would make, and especially a sweet summer romance. The bell rang and I quickly grabbed my supplies, thanked Mr. Reald for a great school year, and immediately headed straight to the lunch tables.

By the time I reached the lunch tables, I was short on breath. Mostly because it was a far walk, but also mostly because I’m a bit on the chubbier side… I’d like to think the latter. Then I spotted my familiar figure. Tall with short wavy black hair that framed the side of his face. Just absolutely the most gorgeous looking man on the face of the universe, and amazingly at same time, the most handsome.

“Lance! Hey, am I late? Sorry for making you wait. I wanted to-” and before I could finish Lance turned towards me and interjected.

“Oh hey, Cade. You’re not late, actually you’re just on time” Lance smiled and continued “here, come over right by me and close your eyes.”

“Okay!” I responded, and as I walked towards Lance I asked him “did you want to hear about my day? Oh how about I hear yours first! Sorry I should’ve asked-”

“No it’s okay Cade” Lance interrupted me again.

He has a bad habit of doing that, but also I get too excited when I speak, so it must be quite overstimulating for Lance sometimes. “Close your eyes, and just wait there for a second for me, yeah?” He said as he placed his hands on my shoulders.

I grinned the biggest smile. It was out of the blue for Lance to plan a surprise since they aren’t really his thing, but it must be because he’s graduating and we won’t see each other next school year. I stand there for a couple minutes, listening to the sound of the leaves rustling, and some fidgeting nearby by. A party hat is placed on my head. I wonder what he’s be celebrating, I hope it’s not something I forgot. Shifting back and forth between the heels and the ball of my feet, I wait longer, more impatiently. Then I hear his voice.

“Okay, slowly open your eyes and… SURPRISE! I am breaking up with you!” He exclaimed as he pulled one of those tiny party poppers filled with confetti.

What.

The confetti slowly dropping on my head as I looked around to see six other seniors - Lance’s friends. My body began to stiffen, and I take the tiniest step away from everyone.

“Lance? What’s happening?” I looked towards him for a sense of comfort, my voice trembling along with the rest of my body. “Can we talk about this alone? Just us?”

“Cade. Oh Cade. It’s a celebration! You’re not supposed to be celebrating alone. Come on I brought my friends, let’s savor this moment!” He laughs, his eyes darting between his friends.

“But I don’t think we should do this in front of your friends, and also I’m starting to get really anxious. Lance please?” My voice comes out quiet, soft, weak.

“Cade. Did you really think I dated you because I liked you?” the corner of his mouth turned upwards, menacingly. “You were a bet. There is no way in any universe would I ever date a faggot. Look at you, you’re disgusting and fat and you really believed I fell for..that?” He laughed, his eyes still quickly skittering between his friends.

I stood there dumbfounded. I was a bet? I mean I knew it was pretty weird that the hottest boy in school had a crush on me, but he wasn’t even gay? My heart throbbed, and a giant lump swells in my throat. Tears began flooding down my face as I stared wetly at the cold ground. The noises around me become muffled. But I could tell they were laughing, telling Lance that he did a good job and how he brave he was for openly dating me. Then I felt something cold and hard come down on my head. The goop sliding down my face, making the confetti all sticky.

“Hey! Ouch! That really hurts!” I cried as I looked at Lance hoping and pleading with my eyes, “Lance please?” I asked as more came on my head, and the side of my body.

He laughs and says “someone rotten like you deserves to be covered in rotten eggs.”

My memory came to a blur. At this point I just wanted this whole entire thing to be over, so I just closed my eyes and started thinking about other things. Minutes pass and I hear feet shuffling further away from me and the sound of their laughter slowly diminishing.

I can’t really remembered what happened after this. I stood there for hours, marinating with the eggs on my skin. The sun begins to set, and I numbly walked back home.

End

Note: First official post? Hope it isn’t too weird and rushed with the development between Cade and Lance. I can’t believe younger me came up with such a sad plot like this… but anyways, liked I said, keeping it as similar as possible when it comes to this “world.” I think there’s a bit of inconsistency between present and past tense but I am way too tired to proofread.

Remember to eat sum walnuts, and I hope for a good day

[grapefruit280]

Don’t Forget To Eat Some Walnuts (TBD)

*Author’s Note / Prologue*

When I was younger, I frequently found myself to be very alone. I moved a lot, my father worked overseas, my mother tried her best to secure a stable job, and my sister got into a relationship at 16. In order to find some sort of comfort in my loneliness, I created a fantasy inside of my head filled with fictional characters and storyline. Overtime, these characters held a strong connection in my heart and I feel that because of “them” I am okay with the loneliness of my childhood. It’s embarrassing to make these stories tangible with my hands, and I’ve never even considered writing out a part of me that I feel protective about. So, what I decide to share will be mildly altered including characters, world building, and plot. I also want to try my best to stay true to my younger self and not to steer too far away from what I’ve spent years on creating inside of my head. The characters reflect multiple areas of myself - areas that make who I am and areas that don’t. I don’t write so I hope you aren’t too harsh on my lack of proper grammar and vocabulary. I’m also not expecting much engagement, just a project and dedication for my younger self.

Eat some walnuts, and I hope for a good day