When Character’s Switch Things Around
Yesterday’s Tears was supposed to focus only on Josh and Damian, from the short stories Scarred Souls and Reunited, but a new main character also felt like introducing himself during the writing of it. His name is Matt, and he’s Damian’s younger cousin. Now, Matt and I had a plan once he decided to be a part of the book. It was nicely laid out there, the plan, and he was agreeable to it. Until he goes and changes his mind.
I had Matt’s love interest all figured out. He’s been there long before Matt came along, even. They totally wanted each other. Then comes another character, who was meant for another bloke, and he wants to be Matt’s friend. OK, sure, if he wants a new mate, who am I to deny him that?
I didn’t except what happened. I didn’t expect them to hook up and to actually like each other in that way. Nonetheless, they did and they messed up my entire outline completely. Not just the outline for this book but for the next one as well. Thanks a lot, lads, very helpful indeed, was my reaction to this. I was miffed, to say the least.
As it turns out, this was all just a switch of places, because the intended love interest for Matt suddenly wants to get it on with the intended love interest for Matt’s new love interest. This is confusing, isn’t it? Don’t worry, it is for me too. At least it worked out in the end. The lads are happy. I guess I can’t begrudge them being happy, right, even if their happiness did happen with the wrong person.
Damian’s world is irrevocably altered the night his aunt and uncle are brought into his A&E, victims of a terrible car accident. Grief-stricken and lost, with nowhere else to turn, he calls Josh—the man he loves, and who left him.
Meanwhile Matt does not know how to live in a world where his parents aren’t, especially when the rest of his family seems capable of handling it while he wants only to hide from the world. His only solace is Adam, whom he wishes was so much more than the man he occasionally has sex with—and who apparently has been keeping a secret that ruins the only comfort Matt had left.
And now, here’s an exclusive excerpt:
“What the bloody hell are you doing?” Matt yelled as Mathilda ripped the covers off of him. “Get the fuck out of my room!”
“You’ve been lying in this bed long enough, Matt, and I’m sick and tired of it,” Mathilda snapped. “I am going out tonight with my friends, and you are coming with me.”
“No bloody way.” Matt tried to snatch his duvet back, but Mathilda held them out of his reach.
“I am not standing by and letting you fall into a depression,” Mathilda told him sternly. “Life has to move on and you’re not even putting any effort into it.”
“It’s only been a week, Mathilda!” Matt yelled. “Let me have them back!” He held his hand out.
“No!” Mathilda clutched them tightly. “You’re getting up, you’re taking a shower, and you’re coming with me!” The look in her eyes said she wasn’t going to give up until Matt agreed to go with her.
“Maybe your mates will be there too.”
“I don’t want to meet my mates,” Matt snarled.
“Then you’ll meet new people! No matter what, you’re getting out of that bed. I’m dragging you out if you don’t do as I say.”
“As if you could!” Matt snapped, but he got up. Maybe there’d be alcohol; that would be a really nice way to spend the evening. Plastered and blissful. That was the only reason he decided to go with her, because he certainly didn’t want to meet any new people. Or old ones, for that sake.
“Serena is picking us up in half an hour. You’ve got a lot to do, so you better get going.” Mathilda nodded towards the bathroom with her chin.
Matt glared at her, but did as ordered. She stood clutching his covers until he was out of the room, then he heard her dumping them on his bed before she too exited his room.
“I’ll be in my room trying on clothes.”
He slammed the bathroom door a little harder than was strictly necessary, just because he felt like it. She had no right bossing over him like that. She was not his mother. However, she might provide some alcohol, which would be good right about now.
Matt jumped in the shower and scrubbed himself clean. He washed his hair twice for good measure. When he was done he stood in front of the mirror and regarded himself as he used a towel to dry himself. He seemed thinner than he remembered, but then not having eaten much for the last few days did that to a body.
He wrapped the towel around his waist and took out a smaller one to dry his hair. He walked back to his room to find suitable clothes for a night of alcohol indulgence and he settled for his skinny, black jeans, a white tank-top and a tight, black sweater. Matt supposed he was rather fond of black. He grabbed his belt and a pair of socks, then went back to the bathroom. As he dressed and once again ran the towel over his shaggy, black hair, Matt’s gaze fell on Mathilda’s make-up, which lay scattered atop the washing machine.
Matt had always been rather fond of eyeliner, though he’d never actually used it himself. Mostly because of the whole keeping-his-sexuality-a-secret business, because his parents were bound to suspect if he started wearing make- up. Why had he never dared do it before, anyway? It wasn’t like they would care about the make-up or the fact he was gay.
He felt a pang of regret and sadness and he stood clutching at his chest for several minutes before it let him go. Once the wave passed, Matt grabbed Mathilda’s eyeliner and set to work.
When that was done he ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it up. It’d just have to be wet; he didn’t have time to dry it.
“I’m done!” he called out to Mathilda when he finally exited the bathroom.
“I’ll be down in a minute!” Mathilda yelled back.
Matt contemplated going over to ask what she was doing that was taking so long, but if she was standing there in her underwear, or worse naked, he did not want to see it. Instead he dashed into his room to get his phone, suddenly feeling excited about the prospect of getting plastered.
Yesterday’s Tears will be released on November 20th, at Less Than Three Press!
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