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Chapter 6
"Time to wake up, inbred!" Ricky yelled in the room Tad was in yesternight (Yes, I said yesternight) for the umpteenth time. "Man, you inbreds are lazy bums." He chuckled, about to shake the prep, but an awful scene stopped him in his steps. Low and behold, he witnessed Tad sweating. His breathing heavy and his body twitching in great discomfort. His expressions displayed great fear, and were those tears streaming down his face? Swiftly, with a gentle nudge, enough to awaken the prep, golden amber orbs widened and words, like an arrow shot through the heart, came out of his mouth.
"I'm sorry! Don't beat me!" Tad exclaimed, before he noticed his surroundings. He was in the Pucino residence, not the Spencer, his own, where peace and harmony were present; no pain, no yelling, and no scarring internally or externally. No facade of...
"Who's gonna beat you?" Ricky asked, realizing what Tad was saying probably had something to do with his torso painted in scars, and all the rest.
"Uh...No one," Tad replied, sitting up and rubbing his neck, surprised that it didn't hurt. On a regular basis, his neck would spasm in painful patterns like the beat of a drum. It was worse than a headache or migraine. At least with those two you could lay somewhat comfortably, but if your neck spasmed like this, there was no way one could get remotely comfortable, ever.
"Don't avoid the question," Ricky demanded, feeling a little offended that Tad was trying to evade a subject he was concerned about.
"Just leave it alone okay. Strangely enough, I wish to be on good terms with you and...It's 4:30 am!?"
"Yeah, this is when the fun begins." Ricky teased.
"Shut up, why don't you?" Tad teased back, lightly pushing the greaser's shoulder.
"If you ever want to talk inbred...I'm willing to listen," Ricky pressed, wanting to help him out.
"I appreciate the concern but it's not needed," Tad said, making sure the greaser got it through his thick skull that he would never tell anyone about his problems. Not only was it shameful to him, but it was something that he wished to take to the grave.
"Alright, come on, it's time to go meet up at my auntie's house to help."
"What's for breakfast?"
"We work, then we eat. Besides, those burgers you ate and the soda you drank last night couldn't have burned off that fast."
"Not fully, but it's not healthy skipping breakfast."
"Don't worry princess, food will be ready for you at 7 am like for everyone else. You'll get your fill soon enough." Ricky teased.
"You're really asking for it greaser." Tad smiled.
"Not my fault you're easy to play with." Ricky smirked suggestively.
"Stop fantasizing about me."
"Shuddap!" Ricky retorted, and heard, for the first time, a genuine laugh escape the prep's lips. A small, warm feeling flourished inside of him. He wanted to be the person who made the prep continue on in that state, no matter how cliché it was, forever.
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Arriving at Ricky's aunt's house, Tad observed his surroundings. The house was actually pretty decent in his opinion. It was a small little yellow cottage with loads of land around it. Mostly fresh, green, recently cut grass that smelled heavenly. The house was draped in vines that sprung small little roses. It was enchanting, with all different kinds of flowers around the whole front yard. He could only imagine the size of the back, where a long fence and large gate locked outsiders outside.
"Ah! Mi sobrino!" A muscled woman exclaimed, wearing low cut jeans and a black tank top, revealing her generous amount of cleavage. She had short raven hair that came to her ears, dark blue eyes, chapped pinkish lips, a stout nose, and cowboy boots. She hugged Ricky lovingly.
"Es genial ver que la tía," Ricky replied, returning the hug wholeheartedly.
Tad watched how Ricky had sprung automatically into the hug. So that's what it was like to be greeted by family, he thought, as he felt a little envious of the affection that was being shone. Maybe one day, soon, I'll get there.
"Osito!" Ricky's aunt shouted, before picking Tad up in a deathly bear hug that made his face quickly turn a different shade. Tad patted her back, all feeling in his torso leaving in just an instant. However, a gasp of relief came when she let him go.
"Names Rosa. From now on, your name to me is Osito." She ordered playfully in her raspy voice.
Tad nodded and heard the greaser chuckle faintly, sticking his tongue out. The only thought running through his mind was, immature brat.
"Come on in!" Rosa exclaimed, patting Tad on the back with brute force, sending him flying forward onto his stomach.
"Well, at least we know who's the submissive one hm?," Ricky whispered, making Tad's face scrunch up. He refused the greaser's offer to help him stand up.
"It's nice to know your accepting your fate." Tad smirked, dusting off his clothing.
"As if, inbred." Ricky retorted, as Tad followed him into the beautiful house. It was your normal Brad and Betty house. A small house with a staircase, ancient paintings and your typical cute kitchen, dining room, and living room with a love seat. The aroma wasn't bad either. As he could recall, that was the smell of omelettes and sausages. Ahhhh, home cooked meals are the best.
"Okay, Mario and sus hijos will be arriving soon to pitch up the decorations in the backyard while some people who owe me will do the rest." Rosa explained. "Now, what I want you both to do is put fiesta bags together for the niños and carry in the extra fold up chairs when the moving vans arrive. If you finish with that and wish to do more, just ask. Is that okay with you both?"
Both Tad and Ricky nodded in agreement and soon began their work.
"I've never imagined myself putting "fiesta" bags together at all. Whatever that means." Tad said, not complaining in the least. He was quite enjoying the little work he was progressing in, and took great pride in it.
Ricky laughed. "Fiesta is just another way to say party."
"Oh? Well, I feel stupid."
"Nah, don't."
"You're way too nice greaser."
"Nah, I just like to keep the peace." Ricky said, finishing up his tenth fiesta bag.
Tad smiled to himself, glad him and the greaser were getting along lately. He found it wonderful that no arguing or fighting existed between them any longer. Instead, it was simple teasing, and pleasant conversation. It was like he was at "home" with his older brother Derek: having peace of mind knowing nothing could go wrong at all.
The joyous atmosphere of harmony, latched its touch around the whole house, his mind, his soul, and his body, wrapped up in a large blanket of pure, clean love. Though, did he feel like this greaser was like a brother to him? A comrade? That thought loomed all the while he finished up his fiesta bags.
Looking up at the clock, it read 5:45 am. He was surprised that only an hour and something minutes had passed by, and there were piles of fiesta bags all up and ready for take off. So this was what it was like when people party plan, or fiesta plan. It was a lot of work, even when just sitting down.
The mental labour was humongous but the company was quite pleasant. In all his years of snobbery, he never imagined himself chatting with someone out of his clique, even less with a greaser. With time, people really did change. A knock on the door interrupted both boy's actions and both of them looked at each other in a competitive way. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Ricky said smirking.
"Yes." Tad replied smirking for a short time, before they raced to the door, pushing and shoving each other out of the way.
"I got here first greaser, so I should have the right to open it." Tad declared, pointing to his hair.
"Just because your hair is higher than mine doesn't mean nothing." Ricky retorted, then quickly turned the knob and opened the door.
"Cheater." Tad teased, before he saw Ricky's surprised face.
"Vance! I'm glad you made it." Ricky exclaimed, hugging him and ushering him in the room where both his and Tad's work was almost complete.
"Yeah, thanks." Vance chuckled, and his gaze lingered on Ricky and "Taddy" going back to work.
"You feeling okay?" Ricky asked, concerned about yesterday's events.
"Don't worry 'bout me, I'm good. It's cool."
"I knew you'd be alright, it was Taddy over here worrying over you like he's PMSing."
"I resent that!" Tad replied, offended, hearing Ricky laugh in the background.
"So, I have a question." Vance spoke. He was itching to ask this question since yesterday evening.
"Let it ring Vance." Ricky said, smiling.
"How come you're hangin' around a prep?"
Vanilla and chestnut hands froze, and their eyes looked up at the perceptive Medici. "Don't tell no one Vance, or I'll make sure you won't be able to feel anythin' in your legs." Ricky threatened, making Vance take a step back.
"Hold up, I wasn't threatin'. It was just a question, no one will hear anythin' from me. Mah lips are sealed." Vance answered, holding up his hands in surrender and making a gesture of zipping his lips.
"I'll explain later, when it's safer, but how'd you know he was a prep?"
"You haven't heard?"
"Heard what?" Both Ricky and Tad asked in unison.
"Spencer has been missin' and his pops is gonna hand out a million bucks reward to whoever finds his lost son. So I was thinkin'-"
"No." Ricky interrupted, returning to his bags.
Tad sighed, thinking, but confusion struck him as Ricky refused. What kind of young man was this? Wasn't that much money more important to him than Tad himself?Maybe his judgement about this particular greaser was all wrong.
"But don't ya' know-" Vance tried to explain, but was cut off again with Ricky glaring at him.
"You're better than this Vance, don't degrade yourself like this over money. Remember what Gramo told us? A fool and his money soon part." Ricky reminded, making Vance rub his neck in guilt.
"Ya' you're right. Sorry, I guess my selfish side kicked in."
"It's fine, just don't do it again."
"So I see he doesn't talk much."
"Pfft, yeah right. As soon as it's just us, he's turns into a woman during her time of the month. Isn't that right, honeybun?"
Tad narrowed his eyes at the greaser but soon all of them broke out into laughter. Vance snorted, Ricky chuckled, and Tad was practically gasping for air. Why? Because even when the statement wasn't that funny, looking at each other laughing only increased it. What a delightful way to begin a morning.
"Hey...keep it down, you lumnuts, because you're seriously cruisin' for a bruisin'." a voice spoke, and suddenly Ricky was standing up with a menacing gaze.
"The heck are you doing here Alejandro?"
"Why else would I be 'ere Rickster?" Alejandro responded in a smoothe and thick latino accent. Standing before them was the tall, stereotypical, muscular, latin lover body. His blonde hair slicked back, the colour of the sun itself, jade green eyes glistening, the smug cocky yet irresistible smile, his face, angelically carved, and his skin porcelain like a dove.
"Answer the question Alejandro." Ricky demanded in a threatening tone.
"You know," Alejandro folded his arms behind his back and circled around Ricky. "Just showin' love to those who need it."
"That's a bunch of..." Ricky bit his tongue really hard and looked away.
"So, who's this?" Alejandro asked, already having Tad trapped against the wall. His left hand placed beside the auburn head and his cocky, sexy smile only three centimeters away from his small rose-tinted lips.
Tad's body went limp...Was it just him or was it getting extremely hot in there? And not in the good way.
"No one." Ricky replied, pushing Alejandro away from the blushing prep.
Alejandro raised his hands up in feign surrender chuckling and saying, "Oops, didn't mean to hit on your 'hombre aficionado'." A hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"Calm down power puff girl, I'm not tryin' to take ova the world." Alejandro smirked and looked at Vance. "Hey sexy." Vance's cheeks tinted pink and he simply looked away while rubbing his neck. Ahhh, I still got it."I still don't know your friend's, no, 'hombre aficionado's' name."
"He's no-" Ricky replied, but got cut off by Alejandro.
"Tienes derecho a estar a la...defensiva y sobreprotector de él, porque una vez que está solo él será mío "deflower"." Alejandro smirked devilishly and observed Ricky's priceless reaction. One point Alley, zero Rickster.
Ricky's face was burning red, his knuckled white from how hard he was squeezing his fist to keep in the anger. Now, you'd think he would be wondering why he was angry in the first place since there was nothing between him and Tad right? Nope, that thought didn't even cross his mind. The only thing running through his mind was revenge.
Tad on the other hand jumped at hearing the word "deflower". Was that on purpose or was that him misinterpreting something? It was bad enough, no offense to the greaser he had to come to know and begun to...partially respect, that he had gotten his mouth raped. However, another greaser saying they were going to deflower him? Ha! As if. He was gonna keep his guard up around this one. Though he wished to know what the history between those two was.
"That was too far Al, and you know it." A familiar voice said. The sound of it sped up Vance's heart in just an instant, the figure now standing beside Vance.
"Eh Lucky, it's great to see you." Alejandro greeted.
"Shut up and leave...Now." Ricky seethed.
"Fine fine fine, I'll excuse myself for now, but just know this Rickster, there's a reason why her last name is "Wiles"." Alejandro spoke bluntly, then soon found himself on the ground back first, experiencing blows to the face and his stomach.
"You son of a living, breathing viper!" Ricky exclaimed, as every syllable was in sync with every blow he gave to the pale, blonde man. How could he bring that up? That was just...inhuman.
"Stop it!" Tad yelled, grabbing Ricky's wrist to stop him from delivering anymore blows. "He's not worth it greaser."
Ricky felt himself start to relax. In all his life, there was only one person who got him to calm down: his mother. Yet, just a mere touch from Tad and his body oozed and felt like noodles. Time seemed to slow down in an instant, you'd think people could calculate the ratio of the speed of light in that room.
There was one thing for sure, the prep was something to him. Enough that he actually got up and walked away...
Glossary
Ah! My nephew! - Ah! Mi sobrino!
Es genial ver que la tía. - It's great to see you auntie.
his sons - sus hijos
kids - niños
Gram - Gramo
Tienes derecho a estar a la defensiva y sobreprotector de él, porque una vez que está solo él será mío "dethorn". - You're right to be defensive and overprotective of him, because once he's alone he'll be mine to "deflower".