A/N: Monday is
my birthday. I think I should be more elated. Ah, well. At least I
get stuff. So far my parents have gotten me a new stereo (no more
Hello Kitty!), a new lamp that looks positively awesome (light in my
room! Yeah, my fan light got…broken…), an entertainment system
that isn't falling to pieces, a couple of new books, my hair got
dyed (violet red! It looks kick ass), X-Men Evolution Season 1 DVD,
and two RvB shirts: "That's right, I'm a gay robot" and "I'm
scared of myself". Totally. Fucking. Awesome. However, next
Sunday's update might be a bit late on account of I have to take
everything out of my room and rearrange it. But we'll see. I'll
still be using up all my school time to write. And they think I'm a
good student. XD
And now, on to the
show! Oh, by the way, there is going to be more Lopez and Sheila
action in later chapters. And advancements in everyone else's
relationships, too.
Oh, and if any of you
are religious, happy Easter.
Genre: Some
humor mixed in with teenage romance, and a hint of drama.
Pairings: So far
there's Grif/Simmons in abundance, Donut/Caboose one-sided
Caboose/Sheila, Church/Tex, Kerry/Doc and slight one-sided
Kerry/Tucker. Also, a bit of one-sided Tucker/Church is starting to
spring up. Not to mention Church is really starting to notice Donut.
Rating: T,
though it might change. I'd say fourteen and up would be
appropriate.
Summary: AU
Donut's a cheerleader for the Red team, who just happens to fall in
love with a Blue team football player, Caboose (who's badly
crushing on Donut's rival, Sheila). Grif just wants sex with
Simmons and for Sarge to stop trying to kill him. Kerry wants
overprotective Grif to let her sex up Doc. Lopez is trying to get
over his nervousness around the Blue cheerleader. Tex, who's
haunted by a troublesome ghost named O'Malley, has a rocky
relationship with her on-again off-again boyfriend Church, who can't
help noticing the Red cheerleader. Tucker and Andy want to be in a
relationship, too. But they have no one. And no one can find it in
themselves to say those three magic words that make or break a
relationship.
Warnings: Cursing
in abundance, slash, het, mentions of sex, morning afters, hangovers,
games, confrontations, malls, power drills, waking up, phone
conversations, IM, screen names, blackmail, pain, nervousness, hidden
meanings, unsurity (not a real word!), lack of remembering the night
before, Oreo pancakes, meditation, nerves, butterflies, laughter,
cheating, guilt, clearing things up, cooing, not admitting defeat,
and the usage of first names.
Chapter 8
Waking Up
is a Hard Thing to Do
Or
These
You/I/We-Did-What! Moments
Simmons awoke with a groan; his head was pounding in an inane rhythm and his throat was burning and sore. Curling up in his blankets, the previous night flashed in his mind. He remembered drinking the Jack Daniels, but the rest was a blank.
The dark haired boy quickly shot up in bed; a bad move as he was over come with a wave of nausea. Clutching his head with both hands, he swallowed back down the vomit that threatened to rise. When the feeling had passed, Simmons looked around his floor. Spotting his cellphone, he crawled out of bed and to it. He picked it up and speed dialed Grif's number. He put the phone to his ear, cringing at the loud rings. On the fourth one, Grif answered.
"'Lo?"
"What. The. Fuck. Happened last night?" Simmons growled.
"You got drunk," Grif replied casually. Simmons' eyes clenched shut as he tried to stifle the ramming pain in his head.
"What else?" he demanded accusingly.
"That's it, basically. I mean, you really wanted to fuck me, but you ended up falling asleep before ravishing me," Grif told him with a snort.
"That's it? Wait, where'd I fall asleep at?"
"Lopez's car." He left out the part about his lap. "You stole his keys."
"Holy shit, did I? I can't remember anything," Simmons groaned.
"Hey, man, don't worry," Grif said sympathetically. "Happens to everyone."
"Not to me! What if Sarge…" A scene from last night popped into his mind: his father walking in the front door. "Oh. My. God."
"What?"
"Sarge came home last night. He saw me drunk! Oh, holy fucking hell," Simmons moaned, putting his throbbing head between his knees and closing his green eyes as if it would make the horrible realization go away.
"What happened?" Grif asked, feeling guilty for tricking him into drinking the whiskey in the first place.
"Oh, god. I…I can't remember," he groaned for what seemed the umpteenth time in the past five minutes.
"Listen, Dick, don't worry. It's Sarge; it's not like he's gonna disown you just because you got drunk," Grif assured. "Now, just take a deep breath and calm down." Simmons obeyed. "There. Feel better?"
"A little bit, the other boy admitted, voice a mumble. "Thanks."
A minute passed in relative silence; Simmons used it to fully regain his composure while Grif mentally cursed and kicked himself. Finally, the smaller teen spoke again.
"I need to go talk to Sarge. See you later, Dex," Simmons told him soberly (oh, the fucking irony).
"Okay. Later, Dick. Good luck."
"Thanks. Oh, and Grif?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't think this means you won." Grif smirked, and they hung up.
XXX
Church opened his eyes slowly. He then groggily rubbed the sleep from them, grumbling to himself about how damn bright lights shouldn't be in this his face early in the morning. He looked at the alarm clock next to the bed, one he never remembered owning, learning that it was actually after noon.
"Sunuvabitch," he griped. Next to him, a body stirred.
"'Swrong?" a voice next to him yawned.
"Already after twelve," he replied, turning around. "Sorry if I woke you up," he apologized, too tired yet to be his usual, non-caring self.
"'S fine," was the mumbled response.
Church looked at the waking teen next to him, admiring the smooth skin that was revealed as the black body shifted to rub his eyes much as he had earlier. Church didn't know the reason why, whether it was because he'd gotten little sleep the previous night or if he was still a bit drunk, but Tucker looked…Damn, for a lack of a better word, he looked beautiful…
Tucker…
Simultaneously, the two boys looked at each other's bare forms incredulously. They stared like that for a full minute, neither one quite sure of just what the hell had transpired early that morning. Finally, the smaller teen remembered how to speak.
"Did we…?"
"We're both naked…"
"We couldn't have…"
"I can see your cock."
"Oh, my fuckin' god. We had sex last night," Church realized.
"…Wanna go back to sleep and deal with this later?" Tucker suggested, hopeful for a chance to put off the inevitable, even if it was for only a few hours.
"Oddly enough, that sounds like a really good idea, Tucker."
As it was decided, the boys snuggled back under the warm covers and closed their eyes. After a bit of comfortable silence caused by denial, Church asked, "So, you know I was probably top, right?"
"Prolly, ya commanding whore," he mumbled. They shared a laugh before both fell back asleep.
XXX
Simmons went into the hallway, silently closing his door behind him. With light footfalls, he walked down the looming hallway. He paused as Lopez came out of his room.
"Hey, I was just wondering-"
"Pendejo," Lopez interjected, slamming the door shut in the younger boy's face.
"…Nice talking to you, too, cockbite," he grumbled under his breath. Shaking his head, he continued walking, descending the stairs.
Simmons didn't see his father in the living room nor kitchen; he assumed Sarge was in his workshop, then, and was proved correct as the sound of a power drill could be heard. The dark haired teen gulped as he gathered his courage. He walked outside and to the side door leading into the workshop. He tentatively knocked, though he knew it couldn't be heard over the clanking and sawing and other loud noises emitting from behind the door.
After a minute, and several deep breaths plus a mini pep talk, Simmons banged harder on the door; this time he was heard. The door swung open, revealing his father: graying dark brown hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, teeth gritted into an angry scowl, eyes stony. Simmons visibly gulped.
"Uh, h-hello, sir. I, um, just wanted…to talk with you. Um…" he mumbled in a slight stutter, eyes downcast in shame.
"Boy," Sarge said, the sound of his voice making the teenager jump. "Yer ou'side without a coat. Are ya tryin' ta catch cold?"
"Uh, um, I…" Simmons congratulated himself on his complete and utter lack of nerves.
"Come on inside."
He took a deep breath then said, "O-okay."
Sarge side-stepped out of the way so Simmons could enter. he shut the door behind the boy and went over to his worktable. Tentatively, the teen followed him.
"I, uh, just…just wanted to say-" Simmons began.
"Hand me th' wench ovah there," Sarge's gruff voice interrupted.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure," he mumbled, handing him said wench. He than tried again after another deep breath. "A-about last night…I, um…I just…"
"Hand me tha' hammer ovah there," Sarge ordered as he set the unused wench down, again interrupting his son.
"Er, right." Simmons went over to where Sarge pointed, coming back with the desired hammer. He took it, not looking up from whatever he was making. With a small word of thanks, he started hammering.
"So, um, about last night…" Simmons cleared his throat before continuing, louder this time so he could be heard over the loud banging. "I, I just wanted to say…"
Sarge seemed to hit the hammer harder against the wood. Simmons gave up trying to speak, opting instead to sit on a stool and watch his father work. With every band of hammer to wood, he cringed; the sound was only intensifying his headache.
About ten minutes passed before Sarge's hand stilled. He glanced sideways at his son, taking notice of his pain.
"Why don'tcha go on back in th' house if th' sound hurts yer ears?" he asked, voice softer than normal. Simmons shook his head in the negative.
"No, I'm fine." Sarge went back to hammering while Simmons watched, headache a dull throb.
XXX
After hanging up with Simmons, Grif had thrown his head back on his pillow, eyes closed as the guilty feeling wouldn't go away. Next time, he was going to take the other teen's advice and start thinking before he acted. Not that he'd act on those thoughts. Or even think about the consequences. Or care.
Suddenly, there was a knocking on his door. Then, his cousin's all-too-cheerful voice rang through the room. "Hey, Grif! I made pancakes."
Enticed by the offer as he was, he still only grunted in reply. He jumped up, however, with Donut's next words.
"I made a stack with Oreos in the batter for you."
Grif ripped open the door and glared at Donut. "Don't play on my weaknesses, bitch." The blonde simply grinned widely at him. With a huff, he started down the stairs, the blonde at his heels.
"Morning, Grif," Kerry greeted pleasantly, smile on her freckled face, as her brother sat down at the table. She laid a stack of the promised Oreo pancakes down in front of him.
"Mornin', sis. Why the hell are you both so cheery?" He took his fork and stabbed it into the pancakes. Tearing some off, he hungrily shoved it into his mouth.
"Doc'n me are going to the movies next Saturday!" Kerry announced giddily. "It'll be our first date."
Grif literally choked on his Oreo pancakes. The fork fell to the table as his hands frantically grabbed his neck. He started choking and sputtering; that's when the other two teens decided to do something…Which was helpfully handing him a glass of water. Grif took a long drink, and soon he was able to breathe again.
"Thanks…for…the help," he snarked spitefully, glaring at his sibling and cousin.
"Welcome," they chimed in unison.
"It probably would have helped if you didn't smoke; then your lungs could be healthier and you could hold your breath for longer," the blonde pointed out.
"Asshole…That's it, someone go find me an Indian pipe."
Grif took a deep breath, another sip of water, blinked furiously, then spoke again.
"The fuck? Who said you could go on a date?"
"Myself," Kerry replied stubbornly. "Stop babying me, jackass."
"Kerry-"
"At least Doc's really hot," Donut mused. Kerry nodded enthusiastically while Grif stared, mortified, at him.
"You know what?" he finally said. "I don't care. You two do what you want, who you want, when you want. I quit." Grif stood up and left the room. Kerry and Donut exchanged a similar look.
"About time, goddamn," the girl commented.
Grif came back into the kitchen, sitting down at the table. He picked up his fork, again tearing into the Oreo pancakes. He glared at their humorous looks saying, "What? I'm still fuckin' hungry." He shoved the food into his mouth, ignoring the younger teens' matching grins.
XXX
Church nudged the slightly younger teen. Tucker shifted slightly, mumbling, "Leggo my num-nums…" Church blinked down at him as he started to wake up.
"Okay, I'm not even gonna ask, man."
"Mm. Wha's tha'?" Tucker mumbled, rubbing his dark eyes. Church shook his head.
"Let's leave it a mystery."
The two boys just laid there for a minute, neither moving nor speaking. Then, Church decided to break the cozy silence.
"Should probably get dressed," he said, getting out of Tucker's bed. The darker boy did the same.
As they searched around the room for their clothing, Tucker asked, "So, how the hell'd we end up at my place? Last think I remember was Tex comin' into the kitchen and kickin' mine and Andy's asses."
"Yeah. Then I recall saying I was going to take you home…Then Doc drove us both over here because I had over three Jack Daniels..." Church informed.
"Mm."
They continued searching for their clothes in silence. Tucker's shirt and one sock were under his bed next to both of Church's shoes, the older boy's shirt was on the ceiling fan, Tucker's underwear and his other sock were in a corner, and his pants were tangled around Church's pale blue boxers. As they both began getting dressed, Church putting on his shirt and Tucker going commando with his legs in his pants first, paused and looked at each other.
"Doc drove us here…" the smaller teen mumbled.
"Holy fuck, he knows!" the dark skinned boy exclaimed.
"We…It's okay. We just need to tell Doc nothing happened and he'd better keep his mouth shut," Church assured shakily.
"Right."
Both boys finished getting dressed, then Tucker went into the kitchen. He found a note from his mother saying that she had gone out with a few friends and would probably be back the following day. It went on to say that he'd die if he broke anything or used her car. He simply crumpled the note, tossing it to the side as Church came in.
"Let's go drop by Doc's, then, um, I guess I'll drive you home," Tucker mumbled, not looking at the smaller boy.
Ignoring what the letter had specifically advised against doing, he took the keys from the counter where his mother had unceremoniously left them. Church followed him out the door and to the run down pick-up truck he couldn't help but be amazed still ran.
He crawled into the passenger seat while Tucker took the wheel. The younger boy inserted the keys into the ignition, turning them. It revved, then died. He attempted this about four more times before it finally started up. He pulled out of the driveway and took a left.
The drive was silent; Church stared out the window and tapped his fingers impatiently against the door handle, though instead of watching the scenery go by like a quick slideshow he gazed at Tucker's reflection in the window, while Tucker kept his eyes straight ahead, except for about three-fourths of the trip where he glanced at Church out of the corner of his eyes. Much to their relief, they finally arrived at Doc's whitewash house.
Getting out of the car as soon as it stopped with an unnerving rattle, Church went up to the front door. He knocked as Tucker joined him. The dark skinned boy gulped as Church adopted his usual, hate filled, everyone-is-a-moron scowl. Something told him things weren't going to end well; then again, Lady Luck did not fancy the teen, so the possibilities were endlessly bad, Church was pretty sure.
XXX
Doc "hmmed", his eyes closed, hands palm up with thumb and pointer finger touching, and legs crossed. He sat on the floor, doing his daily meditation. Doc had finished his morning yoga about an hour ago and, after meditation, he was going to call Kerry. Eventually. When his nerves weren't so numb and the butterflies flew out of his stomach.
Suddenly, a banging on the door disrupted his actions. He glared at the offending door for a split second before taking a deep, calming breath; it was never good nor healthy to get angry.
The pacifist got up and answered the door. The scowling face of Church and Tucker shifting from foot-to-foot nervously greeted him.
"Oh, hello, guys," Doc said, moving to allow them entrance. Church came in first, followed by Tucker.
"Okay, Doc, we need to talk," Church began.
"Oh, sure. But first, may I ask who won?" The other two stared blankly at him.
"What?" Tucker asked at last.
"You know, the video game you two were going to play. That is why you staid over at Tucker's, isn't it?"
"Oh, uh right. The game…" church mumbled unconvincingly. Luckily, Doc wasn't the suspicious type.
The two shared a look and in unison answered, "Tie."
"Oh, okay. So, what did you guys need to ask me?"
"Uh, that's not really important…" Church trailed off.
"Yeah, I, um, kinda forgot? Yeah…" Tucker added, equally weak.
"Oh, okay. If you two are sure," Doc said.
"Yeah. Well, um, we've got to, uh…"
"Go. We've got to go, um…" Church interjected.
"Do something," Tucker finished. "Well, see ya, Doc."
"Yeah, bye."
"See you guys later," Doc said, seeing them to the door. He closed it behind them and went back to his meditation. The butterflies were almost gone.
XXX
The ride to Church's house was filled with more noise. As an added bonus, said noise was not just the care sputtering like a dying man's last attempts at life, nor Church's drumming of fingers on the door, nor even Tucker's tight gripping of the wheel and forceful pressing of sticking pedals.
"So, we played a video game," Church commented.
"And then we fucked? What the hell? Aren't you getting any from Tex?" Tucker asked.
"Our clothes might have just ended up coming off…somehow…for no real reason. We could have been really hot. And no, not really," Church replied.
"That's a really good reason for our clothes to come off. You know, minus the fact that it's winter and my house is fuckin' freezin'. Not as much as this damn piece of shit, though," he growled, hitting the dashboard. "If we got really hot, it's 'cause we decided to play the virtual game 'Hide the Dick'…Bow chicka bow wow."
"Whatever. It really doesn't matter what happened, just that no one finds out about this," Church said.
"Yeah. It'd really suck since Tex could easily kick both our asses," Tucker agreed. "Hey! I just realized something; this is the first time in your guys' relationship where you're the one who cheated."
"Wow, Tucker. Thanks for that great observation," Church congratulated dryly.
"Heh. Man, your girlfriend's hot, but she fuckin' sucks. And not just in bed. Bow chicka bow wow.
"Tucker!" the other teen exclaimed, glaring at the taller boy. He only laughed harder.
Thankfully, because Church couldn't take it anymore, Tucker pulled into his driveway, He got out of the falling-apart truck, giving Tucker a half-wave as he opened the unlocked front door and went inside.
Tucker sat there for a minute, mind going at a breakneck speed. A minute later when he pulled out again, however, he had no idea what he had been thinking about.
XXX
Kerry picked up the bottle of what Donut had told her was yellow nail polish. She unscrewed the cap and put the first layer on her pig toe. Before she could move to her other toes, however, her cellphone rang; it was the ringtone she had set for Donut.
She picked up and greeted, "Hey, cuz. He on?" Donut had received Caboose's IM screen name at the party, and had been online for a little over an hour waiting to talk to him.
"He's on!" Donut confirmed with a squeal.
"That's awesome! I wanna come in and see your conversation," Kerry told him. "Unless you guys are gonna cyber."
"Kerry! We're not gonna cyber…yet."
"Jus' kidding. But that'd be hot. I'll be there in a sec."
Kerry hung up and put the phone in the pocked of her purple shorts. She gathered up her nail polish and walked down the hallway to her uncle's study; her gait was awkward as she tried not to mess up the cotton balls between her toes. The girl opened the door and walked over to where her cousin sat at the computer.
"Hi, Ker," the blonde greeted without looking up from the screen. The girl leaned over his scrawny shoulder to read the conversation so far.
teamkillingfucktard:
hi, muffins!!!1!
PinkFrosting: hi
Caboose!
PinkFrosting: wats up?
teamkillingfucktard:
nuthin much u?
PinkFrosting: just
talking 2 u
"What's with his name?" Kerry asked.
"Don't know. I'll ask." Donut started typing, then pressed enter, his comment appearing on screen.
PinkFrosting: wats wit
the name??
teamkillingfucktard:
tuker changd it cus i killd church on a video game wen we wer on the
same team.
teamkillingfucktard:
a lot.
PinkFrosting: oh, ok.
That's coo. ;)
"You winked at him?"
"Shut up."
Before Kerry could taunt the blonde any further, her phone rang. Putting down the nail polish, she checked the caller ID, letting out an excited squeal of joy when she saw who it was: Doc. Flipping the phone open she said, "Hey, Doc."
"Uh, h-hello, Kerry…"
"What's up?" the girl asked, sticking up her middle finger at Donut as the boy puckered up his lips while making kissy-kissy sounds.
"Oh, um, nothing…much…"
"That's cool." Kerry peered at the computer screen, a fourth of her concentration focusing on the virtual conversation while the rest was purely on Doc.
"So, how are you doing, Kerry?" he asked back.
"I'm okay. Donut's chatting with Caboose on IM," she told him.
"That's great! They're really hitting it off, aren't they?" he mused.
"Mhm." Both teens were silent after that. Doc gulped and wished Church was still there to give him advice.
teamkillingfucktard:
we shuld go sum where 2gether this weekend
PinkFrosting:
sounds fun. :) Where?
teamkillingfucktard:
ooh! How a bout u cume over 2 my house n we can play video games? Or
have a tea party?
PinkFrosting: that
sounds awesome Caboose. I'll totally b there.
"Aww, that's so cute," Kerry cooed. Donut stuck his tongue out at the brunette.
"What is?" Doc questioned.
"Oh, Caboose just asked Donut over to his house next week," she informed.
"Wow, those two sure are moving fast…" Doc repeated with a nervous chuckle.
"Yup," the girl agreed. "They've already made out."
"Really? Oh, um, wow…"
"Mhm. Some relationships just move really fast," she told him. "Especially if Donut's in them."
The blonde mouthed the words "screw you" to her. She whispered back "can't, you're gay."
"And other relationships are slow. Really slow," Doc added.
"Some relationships shouldn't be that slow," the girl commented.
"Well, I guess some people are just too shy to move things along…"
"It's a good thing I don't let things get too slow, then," Kerry said.
teamkillingfucktard:
hav 2 go now. By by muffins.
PinkFrosting: see ya
Saturday, Caboose
Donut logged off and swiveled around in the computer chair. A big grin was plastered across his face as he watched his cousin finish up her conversation with Doc.
"Sorry, Kerry, I have to go," the teen told her, reluctant to end the conversation yet reluctant to stay on.
"See you later, Doc." They hung up simultaneously and Kerry matched her cousin's grin.
"You're going to the movies."
"You're going to his house."
"Making out in the dark surrounded by random strangers."
"Wild hot sex on his bed, floor, in the kitchen, and maybe getting caught by his parents."
In unison they exclaimed, "Hell yeah!"
XXX
Grif, form his position flopped face-up on the couch, groaned; not only was he still feeling guilty from getting his boyfriend drunk and caught by Sarge, but also he was powerless to stop Kerry from , essentially, growing up. His arm, flung over his eyes, reached down to his pocket as it started to vibrate. He took out his cellphone and flipped it open. Bringing it to his left ear he asked, "Hello?"
"Hey, Dex. Mind picking me up?" Simmons' voice came from the other line.
"What?" Grif asked stupidly.
"Let me rephrase that; come and get me, Grif," the other boy ordered.
"What's up with Sarge?" he asked, sitting up.
"We really didn't talk about it. Everything's fine, though. I think. He got a phone call not too long ago, and it put him in a really bad mood. He…he actually suggested I go over to your place," Simmons told him, disbelieving his own words.
"Oh, god. I knew it."
"What?"
"Sarge is the Zombie King and he's gonna raise his undead army," Grif replied matter-of-factly. There was silence at Simmons' end. After along pause, he finally responded.
"Grif, that is positively the stupidest, the most moronic thing I have ever heard you say."
"I should get a trophy."
"…Just come pick me up."
"Demanding, aren't you. Fine, I'll be there in a couple of minutes. I will speed," the brunet vowed, as though he were a knight and Simmons a damsel-in-distress. "And I won't stop, no matter what any sign tells me, or whatever color the light is, nor will I pull over for the cops."
"Just get your ass over here," the boy replied, shaking his head in exasperation.
"Right away."
They hung up and Grif went to his room to grab his keys. Glaring at the noise Donut and Kerry were making in his uncle's study, he went downstairs and out the door to his car, grabbing his brown jacket on his way. He started the engine and pulled out of the driveway, wondering if Simmons still had a hangover.
Grif pulled into Simmons' driveway. Spotting the smaller boy sitting on the stoop. The dark haired teen came over and crawled into the passenger seat with a simple "Thanks".
"No problem," the brunet told him, pulling back out. "So, how's your head?"
"Throbbing slightly. But I'm fine," Simmons replied, hand subconsciously going up to his temple. Grif glanced at him from the corner of his eye but didn't say anything.
They arrived back at Grif's. Turning off the ignition, both boys got out of the car and went inside. Simmons shook his head to get the snowflakes off of his hair; sometime during the short drive it had started to snow, though neither had realized it.
"So," Grif asked, removing his jacket and hanging it up on the coat rack. "Whatcha want to do?" Please say sex, please say sex, please say-
"Besides study?" Simmons replied, taking off his maroon and black stripped scarf.
"Yeah, besides that," the brunet said dryly.
"Video games?" Simmons suggested as he took off his coat and hung it up next to Grif's.
"Sure," he agreed. "I love virtually kicking your ass."
"Oh, I'd like to see you try, bitch," Simmons said with a cocky smirk.
"Ten minutes is all I need," Grif promised, both boys running up the stairs and to his room.
XXX
Kerry threw the yellow (by what the tag said) tank top down to the ground in disgust. She grabbed another shirt from her closet, a light pink short-sleeved baby doll shirt with magenta roses going across the front diagonally. She contemplated it for a few seconds before it met the same fat as the other shirt.
The brunette made a sound of impatient frustration, pulling out yet another shirt, his one white with a gray kitten sporting a big red bow tied around its neck batting a blue yearn ball. It, too, fell to the floor in disdain.
The girl took no notice as the door opened and Donut walked in. the blonde looked at the mess of clothes strewn around the floor as he side stepped over everything to get to Kerry's bed. He sat down on the edge and addressed the girl.
"Found anything good to wear Saturday?"
"Ugh. No. damn it, I don't have that perfect outfit. You?" The blonde shook his pg-tailed head no.
"Uh-uh. I saw when we went to the mall the other day these cute pants that'd be perfect. They're a light pink with darker pink and white hearts on them," he told her.
"We should get Grif to take us," Kerry suggested, letting a light blue shirt with a yellow duckling on the front fall down in the pile closest to her.
"Ooh, good idea," he agreed.
They both left the room, careful not to step on anything, and made their way down the hallway to the older boys' room, pausing at the door. They knocked, knowing Simmons was in there and not wanting to interrupt anything. (Because they knew the two boyfriends were as hormonal as rabbits in heat who've downed a whole bottle of Viagra.)
"What?" came the response form Grif, seemingly distracted.
"Can we come in or are you guys naked?" Donut asked. There was a growl and a muffled, "Fucking kill him."
"Make it quick; we're busy," the brunet answered.
Kerry and donut opened the door, revealing the two boys on the floor, eyes glued to the television screen and fingers furiously pressing buttons on their controllers as if stopping or slowing would mean disaster. Neither looked up as they entered.
"Whadya want?" Grif asked.
"Take us to the mall, please," Donut requested.
"No."
"Why not?" Kerry whined.
"Dude, we just went Tuesday. Not going again," he said in his end-of-discussion voice.
"Hey, Grif, remember last summer when you had been drinking and we started talking? Remember how you said-" Before the blonde could finish his sly blackmailing, Grif sprung up and turned to the younger teen.
"Okay, let's go to the mall!" he announced.
"Thanks, bro!"
"Yeah, thanks, Griffy," Donut said with a grin. They turned and bounced out of the room triumphantly.
"What the hell?" Simmons asked, looking up with raised eyebrow at his boyfriend.
"I don't wanna talk about it," he replied, looking away from Simmons. He followed his cousin and sister.
Simmons got up as well, making sure to pause their game. Not before first landing a powerful attack on Grif's character, of course.
XXX
"So, what is the blackmail on my brother?" Kerry asked.
The group had split up into two smaller groups and Kerry and Donut were making their way to a new store that had opened up about a month ago. That was where the blonde had seen the pink and hearted jeans.
Donut leaned in and whispered something in his cousin's ear. The girl burst into laughter as he pulled away, grinning broadly.
"Good, huh?"
"Awesome," she agreed. "That big softie."
Suddenly, her hand flew to her head. It was literally throbbing and she thought she might burst. Her honey colored eyes clenched shut and she gritted her teeth subconsciously.
"Kerry, what's wrong?" Donut asked in concern, his voice coming through as a whisper. A minute passed before she could answer.
"I…I'm fine…" she gulped down the wave of nausea that threatened to overtake her. "Just…hurts…"
"Here, sit down," Donut suggested, leading her over to the one of the conveniently nearby water fountains they had all over the mall. He sat her down on the ledge, rubbing the girl's back. She didn't realize what he did, however. All Kerry could focus on was the growing, grating laugher in her mind.
