After a long absence, I've decided to update this story again. I'm excited, aren't you? It seem to have gained a lot of attention and fandom, so I'm touched enough to keep going. Enjoy!

Chapter 9

"Oh Alex! She's so beautiful!"

I smot over at that Riley as she blushes ever so daintily, and I tried my best to keep my laughter to myself. I like watching her squirm, you viddy; it does serve her some justice after like messing with my personal belongings when I told her countless razzes not to do that. A part of me relishes the sight of her being miserable. Another part of me wishes I was the odin who did that to her, O my brothers. But Georgina beat me to the punch.

"You still talk funny, don't you Alex?" Georgina quips with like a girly giggle, "Do sit down, Pete will come back from his errands shortly. How is work?"

"Quite horrorshow, little sister, quite horrorshow," I reply fashionably delightful as soon as I sit down in her kitchen chair next to Riley, "They let me itty on a break now, though, so I'm staying with me parents."

"They're doing alright?"

Riley made a funny malenky noise, and I glare hard at her. She smots back at me with like some hesitation before flashing her glazzies downward, revealing me her long eyelashes fanning across them. I viddy back at Georgina to answer her that my parents are doing just fine, my papapa still being gloopy as always, but nothing worse for the wear. Georgina serves us some chai and right there, I slooshy Pete coming into the malenky flat, my brothers.

Pete is still just Pete. He is still somewhat shorter than me but he sure did matured faster than I could ever do. He was always such a calm chelloveck with a real dobby gulliver on his pletchoes, and out of all the others in our starry shaika, he was the one I respected the most. When we met long ago after my Ludovico Treatment and my suicide attempt, he surprised me with how he wanted to change and have a baby with this Georgina, O my brothers. Georgina, now about halfway through the pregnancy, couldn't be much happier with this guy. I can't help but want to smeck, though; Pete isn't exactly the most aggressive type of chelloveck, much less a sensual and luscious odin like Yours Truly. I had to keep it to myself when I messel of how horribly awkward their pol jeezny must be. Yes, Pete did raped a few cheenas back then, but now he's about as intimidating as a runaway slug in a garden.

"Well well well, who is this?" Pete smirks at Riley as soon as he spots her smottovat up at him shyly, "Georgina, you know I don't do threesomes."

"Shut up," Georgina whacks him with like a rook towel, "She's Alex's little friend. Apparently they go way back before you even came to the picture."

"Is that so?" Pete sits down next to me and slaps a rook on the small of my back, "Do tell me, brother, that you've finally settled down on a wife?"

I shake my gulliver at him politely, "Oh no, nothing of the sort. I have Bonnie and she and I had a recent conversation about our future. She wants me to marry her, Pete. I do feel sort of nervous when I think about it, though."

Georgina finally sits down with us to peet her own chai while eyeing Riley with like some glee, "Maybe Bonnie isn't the right woman for you. Maybe this little lady is the one."

"You're being a little over dramatic, love," Pete rolls his glazzies a little at her, "They're just friends."

"Yes. For now!" She giggled while watching Riley sink down to her seat with embarrassment. I smot at Riley with like some amusement before entertaining the messel of being with Riley like that; she has already revealed to me about her ultra-violence against herself, and despite that, I still find her a very nice veck to be around with. Though marriage is already something that makes me bolnoy to my brooko, maybe being with Riley wouldn't be such a baddiwad idea, O my brothers. I try to picture us being romantic, but it seems to keep ending on a rather bad note. It just keeps ending with Your Humble Narrator wanting to rape her or oobivat her off. I smot downward to myself and try to picture a more idealistic raskazz for Riley and me, but it wasn't clicking. Suddenly I feel odd and almost bolnoy. But not because of the ultra-violent endings, you viddy, but for the mere messel of being with like the same veck forever and ever.

I don't have that in me, I'm afraid. It's not so much that I want to be a bachelor of some sort, or anything like that, but truth be govoreeted, this whole "love" veshch makes me want to sick it. I never ponied romance or Valentine's Day or even why my parents are still together. I just don't get why Pete and Georgina are practically all over over each other in the eemya of love and having a baby together, O my brothers. My Bog, will that baby be a disaster! With Pete's slug-like intimidation and Georgina's annoying antics, the baby would be even worse than I was when I was fifteen years starry. I shudder.

"You alright?" My starry droog Pete asks me with like a nudge of his elbow against my arm, "You look kind of pale."

I nod slowly, and I can feel Riley's pitch black glazzies on me now. Again, I try to imagine Riley and me together in harmony and in love, and for a second there I viddied us lubbilubbing and intertwining our fingers together. We seem sort of happy, me much less than her for some reason. I can viddy us vividly try to tell each other how much we love each other, but all I can slooshy from my rot is "You're delicious" or "Lie down and spread out" and other lewd comments, O my brothers. Then I viddy myself on top of her as she struggles for freedom.

But then, Uncle Alex had that malenky light bulb over my gulliver moment. If this is how I keep thinking in terms of sladky malenky Riley, then Bonnie would be receiving even harsher treatment. No offence to my significant other, but she can be such a pain in my arse that it makes me want to hurt her in so many ways. Bonnie has never knew of my past, but of fake ones that I've made up just so I can get her to spat with me, O my brothers and only friends. It didn't rabbit, of course, because then she got attached after our first nochy of passion. She insisted that we're together, and welly welly welly welly well, to be honest, I ittied along with it. I messel that being with Bonnie could be the very veshch that can bring me down on the path of change and maturity. After meeting Pete and Georgina for the first raz after being out with my other shaika, I was really down about wanting to grow up and have my own son.

But now I'm having second doubts. Second messels, you know, regrets and everything like that. I smot at Riley and I appreciate her as my malenky toy of entertainment, and maybe even as a close droog to share secrets and body heat with, but I can't seem to get Your Humble Narrator to viddy her as an object of my affection. The future pooglies me, you viddy, and so to lose what we have now for something as gloopy as love makes myself want to bolnoy it all over myself. I just don't want to give up my freedom to do what I want, to govoreet what I want and just be by myself. I am real dobby at being independent; always have and always will be.

I'll just have to break up with dorogoy malenky Bonnie. That bitch is not going to like it one tomtick, though. I had to smirk, and Pete kind of turned his gulliver and widens his glazzies at Georgina before they smecked. Maybe I do smot kind of bezoomny and silly, so I socked that droog in the rock before smecking at him moaning in pain.


"You're breaking up with her?"

After our malenky visit to Slugman and his Blonde Bitch, Riley and I traveled back slowly towards domy again to itty to spat. Riley and I were sitting in the living room area, her bedroom for the raz being of course, and I govoreeted her exactly what I messel about Bonnie and all of that cal. Maybe I was smottovat for the easy way out, but I don't care anymore. Riley growled at me before brosaying a podooshka at Your Humble Narrator angrily, O my brothers.

"Why so very very razdraz?" I loveted that podooshka just in raz before it tried to tolchock me in the gulliver, and I haul myself up to sit next to Riley on her bed, "Lewdies leave each other all the time!"

"Are you breaking up with her because of what you read in the papers?" She lies down on her bed to stare at the ceiling instead of me, "That Casey kid will be alright, I should think. They're going to try and fix him."

I gape at her in silence, almost taken back by her rudeness. She didn't govoreet anything for a while, I suppose out of waiting for me to say something, but after a while she sort of lifted herself up on her elbows and frowns at me. I smile back before chumbling, "Perhaps."

She scoffs, "Well, what do you want to do about it? Are you going to rescue him from the government?"

I had to smile at her villainously. She turns pale and I smeck out gromky at her. She immediately puts her rook on my pletcho and tries to shush me down. It is quarter after midnight, but I'm pretty sure my parents have pyahnitsa the spatting pills again, so I don't fear myself too much over being gromky at nochy. Apparently she is still paranoid over that odin, O my brothers.

"Be quiet! Your parents are sleeping," she whispers at me with like a hiss, "Now, please tell me this: What will make you feel better about this Casey case? What do you want to happen at this point?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because you're scaring me and I want it to end, Alex. If this Casey thing is getting to you, I want to help out."

I had to sit and ponder for a moment. Truth be govoreeted, this Casey veck have been bothering me ever since I've read the papers about him, and to viddy his picture didn't make things any easier. I feel very connected to that chelloveck, because I've been where he's been. The fact that he smots so much like me also bothers me; it was like jeezny had to smeck at my prior mistakes by bringing a veck like him into this mess, O my brothers. I smot back at Riley and smirk, "You can help Uncle Alex by finding him with me. We'll shvat him away from those idiots and help him seek his freedom. What govoreets you, my malenky sister?"

She hesitates, "I've never gone against the law before…"

"There's a first raz for everything, love! And you'll have a mastermind by your side to help you every step of the way!" I point to myself with like a smile, "Come on, then! Would you help Uncle Alex and Casey out?"

She turns around to light up the room with the lamp by her bed, and she takes out the newspaper of Casey's case from underneath her pillow. She studies his picture, the one with him with the busted lip and bloody chin, and she looks back at me with slightly wide eyes. I look at that picture as well for a moment before looking back at her with a fake wimpy look. She sneers at me before putting the newspapers on my lap to keep once more.

"We'll do something about it in the morning." She simply govoreets before turning off that lamp, "Good night."