Patrick.
The sound of my alarm on my phone rings so loudly that I jump up from my bed in a hurry to shut it off. Looking at the time, I see it is five o'clock.
Shit.
Why did I even set it so early?
I have only had about two hours of sleep.
I sit up on the bed and rub my eyes in an attempt to wipe the sleep from it. oh, I remember now, I have a meeting with an artist for seven and it is an hour and a half drive to get to him.
Last night was like a wake-up call. I need to remind myself that Lance has a boyfriend. I see him and somehow, I forget that he is taken. I try to impress him, in hopes that he will eventually feel the same way about me.
I don't even know how I feel about him. I like him, I like talking to him. Does that mean I am in love with him?
I don't even know.
