My Inexperienced Rendevous with Homecoming King Heartbreak

My Inexperienced Rendevous with Homecoming King Heartbreak
By Randall Sky Dudley


I didn’t know you
Didn’t like you
didn’t even think you were cute
i thought you were stuck up
Full of yourself and weird
I know that’s rich coming from me but
Its true

He was short,
5’4 (and i had to measure him myself cuz he CLAIMED to be 5’6)
With caramel eyes, full lips, and a lot of personality for that small frame
He was popular
The girls, they ate out of his hand, the guys, went to him for help
While i watched and stewed, because their was just something about him, that didn’t sit right with me
And it was that surprise that changed me
Looking through the yearbook
with my boyfriend Jose
He stopped on page 52
Pointed to a picture and said
“i used to date him”
…
Him?
he used to date him?
What does that mean
Is he gay, is he bi, what?
but what about the girls,
but what about the popularity
But
“Oh Brandon? i thought he was straight”
“he is… in public”
“Oh”
“Don’t tell anyone”

From that moment on things changed..
I started noticing things like
His dimples when he laughed to hard
How his hair straightened when wet
How though he had many “girl friends” he never had a girlfriend


it was one day in the mall of the school
right by the cannon
He was selling yearbooks
(he was actually the reason started journalism)
I asked my grandfather to give me a moment and some money
Then i walked over

“Hey”
“Hey
Would you like to purchase a yearbook”
“Yeah, sure”
He smiled, and his cheeks dimpled
i stopped thinking
“ Do you Know Jose”
“Diggs?”
“Yeah”
“Yeah why?”
“i used to date him”
“Oh”
That night after getting brandon’s number
I broke up with Jose


What followed was random, wild and beautiful
He told me his story
Jehovah Witness parents can’t accept his differences,
Still in the closet, because he didn’t know how not to be popular
things were rocky with his boyfriend, Imani, cuz he was suspected of cheating
cheating
“… cheating right now”
What?
“You’ve been looking over at brandon’s test all class period, your obviously cheating, so hand in your test.”
I was obsessed
I never had a relationship where i could be so open
I knew EVERYTHING about him
Born in La
favorite color: blue like the ocean in the morning
Wanted to be: model/actor
and deeper things like how, he didn’t like silence cuz he felt like people were judging him
He acts so crazy so when he did something gay, it was just attributed to his weirdness
And like when he liked people in school, he typically ignored them

“Was that why you never talked to me”
“Honestly yeah
You were cute”
Laying in the park the grass making stains on our back
Laughing when we got caught kissing by 12 year old

Kissing in the movies holding hands
You trying to teach me drive
Making out in your car
Sitting on your living room couch watching the golden girls
Laying sleep together in your bed

“I broke up with my boyfriend”
“Oh? Why”
“ I met someone i liked better”
I froze
“Who”
“This guy named Damien”
WHO THE FUCK WAS DAMIEN!!!???
i was hurt
but we still had our little secret
I was confused
But we still told each other everything
I still gave him everything
Once i “accidently” told one of my friends about his gayness
Little did i know that she was one of his easy breezy covergirls
He got SO mad
he refused to talk to me
So… i went back to her and told her i lied
that i was crazy, and a stalker, and i made it all up so his reputation would be ruined
What hurt most was she believed me
Brandon talked to me that night again for the first time in a month
He came to my house for the first time
Met my grandparents
We kissed in front of them
They hated me but i was happy
I was Happy
Then homecoming
Me…
I used my destroyed reputation to get him votes
This was my line
“Yeah i lied on him, but i want to try to make it up to him so help me out please”
I made bribes, called on favors, cheated, sabatoged ballots, Made posters, gave out candy, Made announcements
I single handedly got him 1,500 votes in a school of 2,896 students
Homecoming

“And Your Homecoming King of 2007 is Brandon James Mckay”

Homecoming

He went up to accept his crown

Homecoming

There were local news anchormen there because this was Independence… this was Important

Homecoming

He thanked everyone for Helping him

Homecoming

and then he kissed Imani parks

I hate homecoming

“AVADA KEDAVRA” I CURSE YOU J.K ROWLING FOR LEAVING ME HOOKED< AND NOT LEAVING ME ANYTHING TO FOLOW UP WITH EXCEPT CHEAP MOVIES BY INCOMPETANT DIRECTORS WHO CANNOT CAPTURE THE BEAUTY THAT IS YOUR HARRY POTTER BOOKS!!!!!
My skin tone does not match this statement according to some
But it’s true
I tell you i believe right down to the tip of my sorting hat (21.99 at borders) that He-Who-Has-No-Nose, Should evaporate that spiteful woman with all the power he has in his horucruxed soul
See
I love Harry Potter, well books in general.
While my peers talked about,
Girls, money, food, girls, money, bitchy teachers, parties, girls, cars, power rangers, money, homework, clothes, THOSE BRAND NEW RED AND BLACK JORDANS, Girls With Money..
I was lost in to a world of HER creation, in my own little corner reading sipping a

GRANDE WHITE CHOCOLATE MOCHA W/ 2% MILK HOLD THE CREAM and a banana walnut bread muffin
this is a taste of heaven
Made for those of a slightly more refined taste than the casual kool-aid
YES THAT WAS A STEREOTYPE
but it is one i don’t fit into
Starbucks was my second home
It was new to charlotte and i loved the upperclass feel, and the smell and the atmosphere perfect for Reading Harry Potter, sipping on my mocha and listening to
“ WELL IM STANDING NEXT A MOUNTAIN * guitar rif* And i Chop it down, with the edge of my hand
cause Im a voodoo child voodoo child
Lord knows Im a voodoo child
And even as some one reads this over my shoulder they think this is some wild incantation, worthy of JK, instead of the wild wonders of the world presented by the legendary JH, Jimi hendrix
See i through all this purple haze that is the music of my generation, to get to legends of rock and ROLL
Not to say im trapped in concrete box that is the past, but just to say i like to corellate history with news, to make future predictions, in the trends of things i like Such as Beyonce, Daft Punk, Charlie Daniels, Aerosmith, And Macy gray
Notice the distinct absence of 8 nickels and a dime, and lil constipated 6 year old, referring to lil wayne and 50 cents for those of you audio challenged
Not that i hate them you just wont find them on MY IPOD
Which Has Been Taken Away From Me Because My Mother Is The Devil
not because i stayed out all of Last Night to Watch
CHARMED at my friends house
No That Vile Woman Wants Me to Sit Down and Watch
I Love New York
I HATE NEW YORK
no i wont do it
I REFUSE BE TRAPPED IN THE STEREOTYPE
and since my mom is Bengali, i don’t really know what that sterotype is.
But back to the point,
of my Social Rebellion
SEE I AM NOT LIKE YOU
My FAVORITE FOOD IS CHEESECAKE
well.. maybe that’s not weird
BUT
Have you Ever had Goat with A side Of RICE
HAHAHA
And I Like Liver and Onions
and Broccili
and Beets
WHY
BECAUSE THEY TASTE LIKE DIRT.
and i used to eat dirt as a kid
As a kid
As a kid i used to sit there in my house alone.
My mother never had time for me, My dad, was like sharpies, here today, gone tomorrow
and i didn’t have many friends….
so most of the time
I was
Alone
i never did like being alone
when i did finally make friends they were all INDIVIDUALS
and i wnted to be an individual too.
So… I read harry potter…
and I drank at Starbucks,
And i listened to people who werent on my radio
Simply to fit in with those who didn’t
All i’m trying to say is despite me being different FROM you
That i don’t want to be left alone
….and yeah i Really do just like beets

Whose fault
by: Randall Sky Dudley

he left me
alone for his own selfish reasons
he knew my pain
he cried my shame

When we started it was all Innocent

But
then why did I put on my sexy underwear
He called me beautiful
He made me feel needed
I miss him
When he left me my world crumbled
When He left me my heart parted
When He left me I was F
a
l
l
i
n
g
He was falling too
He felt betrayed
he felt hurt
He Needed SOMEONE to understand
i did
i understood the pain of thinking you’ll never love again
i understood the tears that carved canyons into cheeks
I understood the Thoughts of
I should have
I could have
If only I knew I WOULD have
well… now I have

________________


we kiss
to Beyonce’s Kissing You

his lips
my lips
so soft
and it’s just B and He and me
and I try to block out
Him, the unexcused absence
and it’s just his lips on my lips
and my lips on his
And that one
Temporarily Dissapears

\Break away



“Sorry” a tear falls
“sorry,” I comfort
we’re both so sorry
But
We do it again
_____________________

UP
we sit and we watch Up
entangled into each other because
“Just Friends” can cuddle, right?
But is it just cudlling if were both
Up is a movie
About loss, and pain and
gaining a grip on reality,
and my reality is slipping as his hand slides
probing touching gripping…

“Does it Hurt?”


No
Yes
No
YES
YOUR NOT HIM! my heart screams
he’s not here my brain says
And my mouth says No

_______________


Contact
and we’re swimming in the clouds
together
stroke stroke stroke

“Does feel
that good?”
yes, but…
It’s not enough to drown HIM out
I remember his hands on me….
I remember his eyes as he….
I remember his cries as we….
I remember his…
I remember
NO
i want to forget

“i’m thinking”
say yes or say no

“…yes” he says

no
I fumble, I stumble, boundaries crumble…
And now we’re both Up, Swimming, stroke stroke stroke
i choke
i swallow
i realize that for those few blissful moments i forgot…. the sound of his voice when he’s half asleep…. the way his face looks when he concentrates… the feel of him holding me tightly …. the smell of him… warm …. spicy …. clean….
i realize I REMEMBER
i remember…
i remember,


no


What did he..?
What did I..?
What did we

“Does feel
that good?”

it did
it did
It did until i realized that…. i cheated

….I put on my sexy underwear
He called me Beautiful….
he left me alone….
i miss him…
….he knew my pain

his lips on my lips and my lips on…
“he’s not here”
‘Yes, but
Contact.
Swimming?
THINKING!!
Up


What did we do
and whose fault was it?