New chapter, though I apologize for the shortness and the fact that it's mostly filled with dialogue. And though I didn't ask for suggestions on what to do with this story...thanks? I've already planned this out after talking to my friend so I already know where I want this to go, though I will admit I like that unhappy end suggestion and might use it as an alternate, alternate end. (If I'm not sick of this story by then. xD)
Anyways, enough rambling here's the warnings: language and slight sexuality.
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Sick of sucking on the cough drop, Lifty used his tongue to push it between his teeth and latched down on it until it cracked into little pieces. Neutral face contorting into a cringe at the strong flavor that filled his mouth; he hurriedly chewed it until it was swallowable; glad that this will be the last cough drop he will have to take now that his cold was finally beginning to go away.
Making smacking sounds with his tongue and a face that looked as if he smelled something disgusting, Lifty opened the fridge and took out his bottle of water to wash down the medicine taste lingering on his taste buds.
Still thirstily chugging his bottle, the green haired teen walked backwards until the back of his knees connected with the kitchen table's chair and fell back onto it. Capping the empty bottle, he lazily tossed it in the sink - someone else can go put it in the recycling bin later.
He sighed, leaning back in the seat and throwing his sock clad feet onto the kitchen table as he stared at the ceiling in boredom. So far, nothings changed; except for the fact that Shifty and his relationship has worsened more than it already was.
They've gotten into more verbal arguments in the past week and one time where Lifty was pissed enough to actually attack his twin much to the older teen's surprise who was no match for his younger brother's strength; even in his sickly state.
It took a frantic Flaky stepping in to stop him from choking his twin to death after hearing the commotion from the kitchen. But his brother recovered after taking multiple deep breaths to assure himself that he's still alive. He managed to get up while rubbing the red handprints on his neck, the twins shared a mutual hate-filled glare for a brief moment before Shifty spit on the younger boy's feet and calling him a "fucking psychopath" before stalking off to his room.
They haven't spoken since; merely acting like the other doesn't exist when they happen to be near each other.
Flaky and his relationship hasn't changed much at all since he's been too nervous to tell her what he's seen and it's apparent from the constant guilty look that Shifty hasn't bothered to tell her about his younger brother discovering what they've been up to after school - atleast he hopes he hasn't told her. He wants her to tell him on her own.
He has made a few subtle hints about bringing up her time she's been spending with Shifty to see if she would confess and there were a couple times where she looked like she would tell him, only to quickly shut her mouth and rethink her words as she changed the subject, leaving him disappointed when she leaves the room in a hurry with the now empty bowl of food that was made for him.
But he decided he will still be patient and keep his silence until she's ready to tell him on her own.
Unless Shifty decides to ruin it by telling her himself.
The only time she's different is when all three of them are in the room together and she's stuck between the two brothers. She would become more skittish than usual, able to feel the tension between the siblings practically weighing down her petite frame and threatening to crush her under it.
Not understanding the reason why they were on such bad terms with each other, Flaky would try to alleviate the tension by putting on tv, getting them drinks or food, or by trying to tell them jokes that had no effect considering that she couldn't even say the joke with how much stuttering she was plagued with when she's nervous.
He sighed again, scratching his head irritably. He wished that she would tell him what she was doing with their teacher so he could make her see that she was merely being used by both his stupid brother and their teacher. That she shouldn't have to degrade herself for his brother's benefit.
Lowering his brows, they knitted together as he glared at the ceiling. Speaking of his twin, he was out gambling again - the stupid addicted asshole. Now that he was making big bucks from Splendid, the older thief doesn't have to worry about going broke again when he gambles.
Not that he really has to worry since he seems to be having a winning streak. Lifty's been noticing that his twin has been coming home with a lot more money than before; and he always brings it straight to his room that he locks - which he thinks makes no sense considering that they both know how to pick locks.
That just leaves Flaky and him home alone. Which ended up piquing his curiosity once he realized that he hasn't seen her yet, usually she's always out of her room and eating breakfast or lunch by this time.
Getting out of his comfy position, the green haired teen stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way to the redhead's room. Standing in front of her door, he lifted up his hand and tapped the wood lightly with his knuckles.
No response.
He knocked a bit harder. "Flaky?"
He frowned, still getting no response and decided to try the knob. Maybe she was still asleep.
Wrapping his fingers around the knob, he slowly twisted it - trying to be as quiet as he could if she really was asleep - and pushed it open silently. He peeked his head around the wood and automatically retreated with a red face. "I-I'm sorry!"
Flaky - now broken out of her lust-induced stupor, blinked her dazed eyes open to see Lifty's back to her as he embarrassedly covered his face. Her crimson eyes widened as she gave a startled cry and pulled her hand out from her panties, shamefully closing her legs. "L-Lifty, what are you d-doing in here?!"
"I haven't seen you all day so I just came to check on you...and now I know why I haven't seen you all day." He told her, gathering his composure and turning around to face her burning face - mentally smacking himself for such a stupid reaction, he's seen her in intimate positions everytime; though this is the first time that he's seen her pleasuring herself.
"S-sorry, it's just I-I had that urge and needed to get r-rid of it." She mumbled, wiping her fingers off on her nightgown.
"Wait," his eyes narrowed as he dared a step inside her room. "How come you didn't just call me to help you? You don't usually deal with it on your own if you don't have too."
She fidgeted with her nightgown and stared down at her silky scarlet colored sheet - something that Shifty decided to buy for her recently, saying that it matched her hair. "I didn't want to bug you when you're not f-feeling well.."
Lifty frowned, scanning her face, they both know that he's been fine the past couple days the only thing he has is a minor lingering cough. "I told you I feel better already."
She bit her lip, not meeting his inquiring gaze. "Oh...well, that's okay...I-I'm better now, the ache went away." But the blush and constantly shifting legs said otherwise.
"Why are you lying to me?" He asked, taking a seat next to her and watching her freeze up as she timidly glanced up before looking away.
"W-what do you mean lying to you?" Obviously she must have taken his question as a double meaning about the current situation and about Splendid seeing the guilty look that flooded into her large eyes. He reached over and tilted her face towards him, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"I can tell that you're lying to me, your disorder is bugging you right now; it's clear as day. And yet, you don't want my help, why?" She shook her head out of his grasp, breaking the eye contact as she gazed down at her lap where her hands were restlessly messing with the lacy edge of her nightgown.
"I just d-didn't want to bug you. I-I need to learn how t-to do this on my own is all." She murmured so low that he had to strain his ears to hear her.
He snorted. "Bug me? What makes you think you could ever bug me?" He chuckled, using his hand to ruffle his hair. "I already told you I want to help you; I offered to help you because I care for you."
The hands fisting her nightgown shook as the teeth on her lip tightened. "Please don't say that..I don't want your help." She told him softly though it came out in an icy tone.
He gaped at her, unable to believe what he was hearing. "What...what do you mean by that?"
Her long hair obscured her face from his view, leaving him to wonder what she was possibly thinking at that moment. He was hurt at her coldness and for a moment actually felt like lashing out at her for shutting him out but he stifled his aggravation and took a deep breath to calm down and figure out why she was acting like this. It wouldn't do him any good to just get pissed off like Shifty would.
"I...just don't need your help anymore. You don't need to s-stay tied to me anymore Lifty." She whispered, refusing to let him even have a peek at her face.
"Flaky," he murmured, reaching over and touching her arms tenderly. "Flaky, look at me."
She slapped his hands off. "I mean it Lifty. Just forget about me, I can h-handle it o-on my own." He noticed her words were coming out more shaky and unsteady by the moment.
"Flaky...what's wrong?" He reached out a hand to touch her again which she again slapped away.
"N-nothing's wrong, j-just leave m-me alone." She stammered. Hearing a sniffle, he knew right away that she was crying.
"Flaky, what's wrong? Why...why are you trying to push me away?" He persisted, this time reaching to grab her hand and keeping a stubborn grip on it despite her attempts to shake him off.
"L-let go and l-leave me a-alone." She sniffed, trying her best to shake his hand off to no avail.
"Not until you tell me what your problem is." He growled, grabbing her other hand and forcing her to face him. "I said what's-"
"I don't want to hurt you anymore!" She cried, stunning him into silence as he held her watery guilt-filled gaze. Silence stretched between them as Lifty soaked in what she just blurted out while Flaky was trying to gather her composure the best that she could.
Though she couldn't stop the few drops of tears that dripped from her eyes. "I-I don't w-want to h-hurt you more than I a-already have."
She continued when he didn't respond and merely stared at her with ridiculously wide eyes, his mouth hanging open like he was catching flies and she would have laughed if this was any other moment but now. "Y-you," she gulped, trying to force down her stutter so she can speak properly. "You..deserve better than me..so much better."
His grip loosened on her hands but she didn't pull away as she continued to speak. "You are wonderful and treat me so much better than I deserve...you deserve a n-normal woman who can give you a normal relationship with the love you deserve." She caught his eyes in hers and told him in the most sincere tone. "I don't want to keep you tied to me; I want you to find someone who could make you happy."
She smiled at him and was just about to pull her hands out when they were once again wrapped in a stubborn grip. "Flaky...shut up." Her shining eyes flitted up to catch his determined forest colored eyes. "I want to stay tied to you. I don't care about having a normal woman nor do I care for a normal relationship. I just want you."
Her eyes shifted around helplessly as her mouth opened and closed, grappling for the words that she couldn't find. "I...I.."
"Flaky, I'm staying by you, I don't care what you say." He told her determinedly, tugging on her hands to pull her closer.
Than she did something unexpected to both him and her own self, she wriggled a hand free and without thinking swung it up.
Crack.
Lifty could only sit there; stunned into silence once again as he stared off to the side, shocked that the most timid girl that he's ever known has actually slapped him.
Withholding the urge to apologize instinctively, Flaky felt a new wave of tears gather in the corner of her eyes as she glared at him through her blurry vision. "W-why are you being so stubbornly s-stupid?! Do you w-want me to keep hurting you? To keep using you? I don't deserve someone like you." Though it hurt, she wanted him to leave and go find someone else. Atleast than she wouldn't feel as guilty as she does at that moment, his undying devotion to her only made the guilt at what she's doing for his brother heavier.
His eyes narrowed, teeth gnashing together as he spun towards her, grabbing her arms and shaking her. "Does it look like I give a fuck whether you deserve me or not?! And you can use me all you like, and you know why? It's because I lo-"
"N-no! Don't you say that. H-how can you possibly say that when I'm s-sleeping with your brother. Your twin brother." She shook her head wildly, sending her wavy locks whipping around her moist face.
She stared up at him desperately, fresh tear tracks lining its way down her rosy cheeks. "H-how can you still c-care for me when you know I-I'm sleeping with our t-teacher so your brother could make money?" She nodded at his wide eyed inquiring gaze. "Yes, Shifty told me about how you c-caught us that d-day...I-I've been waiting for you to c-confront me on it to s-show your disgust with me..but you n-never did."
"Because it's not your fault. Shifty manipulated you; he took advantage of your disorder." He caught her opening her mouth, knowing exactly what she was going to say. "And don't say he didn't, I know my brother too well. I know that he always goes straight for people's weak points to get what he wants, so don't go making excuses for him."
She sniffed, dropping her gaze back down to her lap. "But I still agreed to it.."
"Like I said, you weren't in the right state of mind when you agreed to it. And I can tell just by looking at you that you regret it." He cupped her chin, tilting her head up to his, though she was quick to avoid his gaze. "Are you afraid to tell Shifty that you don't want to do this deal anymore?"
She didn't answer, instead choosing to dig her teeth into her lip once again. "Or are you afraid that you'll disappoint him by saying that you want to stop?"
She still didn't answer, merely chewed on her lip and eluded his gaze stubbornly. He sighed, giving up. "No matter what, I'm going to stay by you." He lowered his head down to bump his forehead with hers.
"I-I don't understand why you want to be by me," she murmured, turning away from him. "It's impossible to have a n-normal relationship with m-me. W-why would you want to have a relationship with someone who would fantasize about getting sexual with anybody they see? Why would you want to be w-with me knowing that I might not be able to control myself and end up sleeping with some random person? Why would you want to be with me?...I'm nothing more than a..s-slut." She whispered, choking back more tears at the last word she uttered.
His hand shot forward, grabbing her chin rougher than he usually does, getting a gasp out of her as he made her face him. His broiling gaze burned down into her wide eyes. "Flaky...I don't want to hear you call yourself that ever again...do you hear me?"
"B-but, it's true. H-how can you say I'm n-not when I can barely control myself when the urges come up?" She whimpered, touching his wrist that was gripping her chin much too hard. He quickly realized his unnecessarily tight grip and let her go.
He suddenly grinned, making her raise an eyebrow at his rapid change in mood. "Can't control yourself...what do you think you're doing right now? If you just try hard enough, than you can control yourself." She blinked, realizing that he was right, she had momentarily forgotten all about that burning urge she had earlier in her determination to break him off from her.
"If you really couldn't control yourself than you wouldn't have even bothered to try and protect me from being hurt. You would have just jumped me and used me once again." Seeing that she was processing that information, Lifty took that chance to pull her into a hug, burying his nose at the top of her head.
Her hand clung onto his vest. "Lifty...this is my last chance that I'm giving you to leave...to find someone better."
His hold on her tightened. "I don't want someone better."
She smiled against his chest. "You're always so stubborn."
"And I always will be...now what do you think about seeing a therapist if I find you one?" He doesn't understand why they never did this before; a therapist would be a perfect way to help her with her disorder and how to deal with it.
"I-I don't want to burden you with that...therapists are pretty expensive." Oh, that's right. That's why they've never sent her to a therapist...because they can be expensive as shit for just one hour.
...But Shifty has been making a lot of money...maybe if he broke into his room...or maybe he could just kick his ass and take the money...
"It's not a burden. I'll start looking tomorrow for a cheap one and don't worry about the cash, I'll handle it." He'll start stealing again and save up as much as he can, added with the money that he can steal from Shifty..he should have more than enough to pay for a therapist.
"You don't have to do it if it's too much trouble. I don't want to burden you more than I already have.." She mumbled into his vest, causing him to roll his eyes in irritation.
"Flaky...shut it already."
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Ugh, I hope it's not too cheesy. xp
So Ratty, boony...AmI and I have discussed it and we've decided that we're okay with a foursome, but there's a catch: *pulls down AmI's pants to show off her ass stamp* this is mah bitch and no one can touch her but me!...but you guys are welcome to touch each other if you like. :p *cuddles AmI*
Anyway, thanks for reading! :D
