It was an average day in Toy Bonnie and Toy Freddy's lives. As the pizzeria was closed for the day and they had no other plans, the couple decided they'd cuddle up on the couch while binge watching a bunch of Lindsay Lohan movies with popcorn and diet Coke. Before they could change the movie to from Freaky Friday to The Parent Trap, the house phone rang.
"INCOMING CALL; CARMEN ADAMS." the phone shouted.
Toy Bonnie groaned. As much as he loved his sister, he never looked forward to a call from her. "What does my sister want now?" He proceeded to pick up the phone and unpleasantly muttered a hello onto the other end.
"Hey," she said in a nervous tone; there was a lot of noise in the background and it made it difficult for her voice to be heard, "I've got to ask a big favour of you, but I promise it's temporary."
Those very words scared Bonnie to his inner core. He loved his sister, he really did. But he could not take living with her and still have sanity left. It wasn't that she was mean, she was bossy, reckless and provocative. She would often bring different boys into the house and she had a habit of smoking inside.
"Yeah, so basically they kicked both me and Morgan out for no fucking reason, and we kinda need a place to stay."
The boy became slightly lightheaded at the mention of his other sister. Living with Carmen was one thing, but living with Morgan was entirely different can of soda. Morgan wasn't bossy nor provocative like Carmen, but she acted a lot younger than she was and had a habit of not watching her weight, which meant a lot of excess junk in the house. Bonnie wasn't particularly sure about all of this.
"Well," he started. The sudden realisation that he did have to explain the fact he was in a gay relationship over the phone hit him in the face as he began talking. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and continued. "This isn't just my home. I uh started dating someone I couldn't imagine living without, and it would be our decision, but I'm sure he'll comply."
Hearing the word "he" in there, Carmen chucked. "I always knew you'd end up gay"
"Stop erasing my bisexuality!" Bonnie hung up the phone before she could say anything else about it.
Toy Bonnie sighed loudly as he sat back on the couch, a sudden wave of depression hitting him as he realised what he could be inviting into his home. "Are you sure you want to invite that kind of crazy into our house, and more importantly, our lives?" he asked Freddy, who had overheard the entire conversation (and was blushing a bit at the "someone I couldn't imagine living without" part).
Freddy shrugged his shoulders as he rewrapped his boyfriend in the blanket they were previously sharing before he got the phone call. "Doesn't sound too bad to me."
"You have no idea." Bonnie chuckled nervously, feeling a little poke at his stomach as his nerves kicked in. "Carmen, or "Cardi" as she we like to call her isn't mean, but she can be bossy, reckless, provocative and she's a smoker, of things other than cigarettes. And Morgan on the other hand, isn't any of those things, but she's immature, and she tends to bring a ton of junk into the house." Bonnie then took a look at his counters, which were filled with doughnuts and potato chips, along with some fruits and vegetables. "Worse than you anyways."
Freddy ignored the poke at his weight problems and shrugged again. "It doesn't exactly sound pleasant, but they still are your sisters.."
"True." he groaned.
Bonnie did not want to live with his sisters. Not all all. But he couldn't leave them in their current situation either. With a heavy sigh of regret, he picked up his mobile phone that he set on the floor and called his sister back.
"So, he said it's fine so yeah, we'll fly you both out tomorrow. For the time being, we'll book you in a hotel so you won't be in the freezing cold."
Cardi sounded excited and thankful at the same time. "Thanks! This is gonna be epic!" she said with an enthusiastic tone. "So, which hotel?"
"The Hilton downtown. I forgot my way around Colorado so you'll have to figure that out for yourself." Bonnie said in a half-joking tone. He was beginning to regret his decision already.
He hung up the phone, quickly crawling over to Freddy. He began crying into his chest while swearing at himself. "What the fuck have I done, Freddy. What have I invited into our lives?" he said in-between his sobs of self-directed anger.
"Shush." The taller boy rubbed his boyfriend's back and tried to calm him down with finesse. "It'll be alright. I doubt it's going to be that bad."
"You have no motherfucking idea!" He cried harder, his body tensing up and his facial muscles seizing. "Kill me."
Freddy chuckled. "Bitch, suicide is my job." He joked, making a sour/sweet face to go with it.
Bonnie lifted his tear-strucken face off of his chest and allowed his tears to dry. His expression softened and soft laughs began to escape his lips. Freddy smiled warmly at him and held him closer. He put his hand on his back and kissed Bonnie's forehead. "It'll be alright, Bon. And if it all goes to hell, I have an entire bottle of vodka in the refrigerator."
"Can I fucking have it now?" he joked, nibbling at Freddy's ear playfully (even though Freddy hated it when he did that).
"Nah, save it for your crazy sisters." He softly pushed Bonnie off of him so he would leave his ear alone.
Bonnie giggled and decided he'd put on Mean Girls (a movie they had seen at least four times). "Welp, if I have to live with their crazy asses, at least I have Mean Girls and popcorn to drown my depressions in."
"Fuck yeah!" The boys pecked each other on the lips and cuddled up to watch Mean Girls for the now fifth time.