CheekyBrunette is on a ROLL today! Not only have I updated BIDs TWICE, and now this, but I also have planned out this ENTIRE book, and the rest of Aftermath, expect an update soon if not tonight, and a new one shot! YAY!
The boys went back to 2J, and James, Carlos, and Logan plopped down on the couch, game controllers in hand. Logan rested his head and Carlos's lap. When the Latino started petting him, he arched his back, rolling under his touch. Logan started purring, shutting up his eyes in joy. Carlos giggled, and gave him a scratch behind his cat ears, laughing as his almost whimper-like sound grew louder, begging him for more. Kendall bit his lip and stood in front of the TV screen, wanting to address them before they got too into their game.
"Yo, man, what's up?" James asked, a mouthful of pie that had probably been sitting out for two days. Kendall puffed up his chest in preparation for his latest speech. As a leader, he liked to make decisions, and this was one he wanted to inform his friends on.
"Guys, I want us to act as normal as possible," he declared, and was met with three questioning looks. Carlos waved a controller in the air, giving Kendall a look.
"Isn't playing video games normal?" he asked. Kendall hesitated and gave a nod. Carlos smiled, and he leaned back against the bright orange cushions, Logan batting his stomach for more scratching, and the Latino obliged willingly. "Great, but that's sort of hard to do when you're in the way." Kendall sighed.
"I mean, we should go out, and act normal. We've been inside for, like, ever, and I don't want anyone to think anything's up," Kendall explained. And James looked at him, lost.
"But something is up!" he yelped, gesturing wildly to the stripes hidden under his shirt. Kendall bared his teeth subconsciously, but then closed his lips when he realized how insane that probably seemed.
"Yeah, but we shouldn't let other people know that!" he exclaimed, and smirked when he was met with three understanding nods. "Just don't tan, wear shorts, and try not to act… animal," he finished, then frowned. "No pun intended." He watched as his friends dropped their controllers and leave the apartment. He stood there feeling satisfied.
That's when his eyes fell on the dome hockey table. Absent mindedly, he walked over. Then, without thinking, he dropped his fly, peeing all over the edge of the table, leg lifted up, though that wasn't exactly necessary. Mrs. Knight chose that moment to walk in with a bag of groceries, which she dropped when she caught a look of her son. "Kendall Knight, what are you DOING?" she squealed, shocked. He looked up at her, eyes wide with fear. Backing away slowly, he zippered his pants.
"Oh, um, we're doing a school project about how animals mark their territory," he moved around her, flustered, "and dogs do it by, yeah. LATER!" he yelled and ran off down the hallway. Mrs. Knight groaned at her son's antics and left for a mop.
Sometimes, she just didn't know what to do with those boys.
James kicked back at the pool, happy when a new girl took a lounge chair next to him. "HI!" he chirped, and within minutes the two were on the verge of kissing. She had her lips poised, as did James, and they were leaning together when instinct took over. James tilted his neck and moved in so it was touching hers. He started rubbing the together by moving his head up and down, when she pushed him away.
"What was that?" she asked, while James looked down at himself, confused. He snorted, which she mistook for a sniff. "Oh, I'm sorry, are you okay?" she asked, thinking he was crying. He looked up at her and blew his lips like a horse.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered with an eye roll and a grin. She looked at him, furrowing her brown.
"Yep, okay, you're weird," and with that, she walked off. James called after her.
"What was your name again?"
Logan and Carlos were walking through the park, when they saw a skate board underneath one of the benches. Carlos jumped up and down, clinging to Logan's arm and drawing attention. "That's my skateboard!" he shrieked, excited. Logan threw him off, and crossed his arms.
"Nuh-uh! That's my skate board, which you lost! I've been looking for that for ages!" Carlos raised an eyebrow and put his hands on his hips as a crowd started to form around the two fighting boys. He hissed at Logan, clearly annoyed.
"As if! You gave that to me!" At Logan's incredulous expression, he continued, "Remember? I said, 'Can I borrow your skate board, and you said, "You can have it'!" he exclaimed. Logan rolled his eyes, frustrated, and let out a hiss of his own.
"I didn't mean forever!" he said, balling his fists. The Palm Woods guests began to chant for a fight while they faced off. Within seconds they were hitting each other, but not in the way you'd expect. Sure, to a lemur or a cat, it would be an all out brawl. To a bunch of people, it was more like a sissy slap fight. The two boys batted at each other, throwing in the occasional scratch, as the crowd dispersed, all feeling a little awkward and weirded out by the entire ordeal.
The two pulled away, panting. "Yo, man. Sorry for the misunderstanding," Carlos apologized.
"It's no big deal," Logan said with a shrug as they gasped for breath. I think this whole "territorial" thing is getting to us though, you know?" Carlos nodded. "From now on, we're a pack. It's all ours okay?" Carlos agreed. The two separated , and Carlos met up with James at the pool.
"Yo, dude. When'd you get the yellowish highlights?" he asked. James frowned up at him and pulled out a mirror, he always had one on his person, and checked out his reflection. He gasped at the gold streaks running though out his brown hair. They caught the light, but definitely added to the whole "zebra" thing he had going on lately.
"They're new," he answered as Carlos sprawled out on the empty chair beside him, roasting his stomach in the sun. "Uhhh… what's up with that?" he asked the shirtless Carlos. The Latino shrugged.
"Why didn't you tell me how great tanning was, James? The sun feels so good!" James leaned away from his officially mentally insane friend and looked up just in time to see a girl with a zebra strip bag walk by. He snarled at her, and she rushed away, hiding from him behind her hat.
After a long day of fighting off some more "wild" behavior, the guys went back to 2J to get some sleep. Logan had avoided the pool and all other water sources the whole day, James kept snorting and making other weird noises, Carlos pretty much tanned the whole afternoon and was now at least three shades darker, and Kendall had hung out with Jo, not able to resist jiggling his leg every time she touched him. He could feel his tail wag back and forth.
They were all relatively exhausted from not sleeping the night before, and crashed in their beds immediately. All except for Kendall were asleep at nine, shockingly.
The blonde circled his pack, subconsciously sniffing the air for predators, eyes like a hawk. Once he was sure they were all safe, he curled up in his bed, ready to sleep for at least eight hours.
"So you'll do it?" Gustavo asked over the phone, voice low despite no one else being around. He rubbed his leg nervously. He needed the answer as a yes. If the dogs stayed part animal like this, he could be in a bunch of trouble. Law suits, then jail, then death sentences… Yeah. He was pretty sure the punishment for genetic mutilation would be execution. Of course, no one had ever been proven guilty of it before, so he wasn't positive.
He pulled on the chord of the phone, biting his lip, anxiously awaiting his answer.
"Yes," came the gruff reply, and Gustavo suddenly breathed again.
"Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me!" he responded, thrilled about his new scientist. "Now, about your fee-" He was interrupted by a clicking noise on the other side of the line.
"Relax. It'll work itself out in time." Gustavo smiled, hanging up the phone. He heard what he had needed to, but he hadn't heard the maniacal laughter that came afterwards. Little did Gustavo know how over his head he was.
Okay, I was gonna do more awkward moments, but I have TORTURE planned. So I'll do some next chapter, and then I'm probably going to traumatize them all for life. YAY! I just… I need angst or obscene cuteness or I get bored.