Chapter Eleven: #BBHMM
I'm walking through the aisles of a grocery store, picking up things I've written down on a list. I've been spending a lot of time at Nnoitra's house, and I noticed that he doesn't do a lot of grocery shopping. In fact, he doesn't do it at all. I was mortified when I opened his refrigerator and saw two Coronas and a moldy peach. Ridiculous. So I made a list right then, and headed out to the store a few blocks away, with Nino tagging along to help me with the bags.
"Hey Shin, can we get Oreos?" Nino asks, excitedly. I smile as I pick up some pasta.
"Sure."
"Yes!" Nino chants, pumping his fist into the air before he runs off to get the cookies. I shake my head and make my way to the bakery section. Nnoitra gets off work at seven, so I've decided to make dinner. Shut up, I know it's lame, but everyone gets sick of fast food at some point, and I'm sure he's no different. I pick up some Italian bread, just as Nino returns from his Oreo run.
"Aight, anything else ya want?" I ask, and Nino bounces on his feet with excitement. "No more junk food though. I'on' want yer parents tryna two piece me because I letcha eat a bunch of shit." Nino deflates, giving me the best set of puppy eyes I've ever seen. Damn it.
"C'mon, Shin, I gotta have chips. Ya know the last time there was a bag of chips in my dad's house? I was six." I sigh and nod my head, and he does a little victory dance before he runs off to grab more junk. I'll never be able to say no to this kid. I can already tell.
By the time we're heading to the checkout counter, half the cart is junk food, and I feel like a failure. I sigh and start putting the items on the conveyer belt. Nino helps, but of course he makes sure his junk is first. The cashier starts ringing up the items; when he gets to the beer, he stops.
"Can I see your ID, sir?" I smirk at him. He's kinda cute in a weird way.
"What, I don't look old enough?" I ask, and it's only mildly flirtatious. He returns my smirk with a smug grin of his own.
"Not even close. It's store policy though."
"Well, if you insist. . ." I pull out my wallet and show him my ID. He looks skeptical and I smile. "I promise it's not a fake." He does the math in his head before he speaks,
"So you're thirty?" I nod. "Damn, and I was gonna ask you for your number."
"What's stopping you?"
"I just turned twenty."
"Your point?" I ask, my flirtatious smirk slowly morphing into a full out lecherous grin. The cashier whose name tag reads "Tensa" grins back.
"I guess I don't have one. I also don't have your number, but one of those two things can be fixed, yeah?"
"Certainly," I respond, grabbing one of the pens that he has attached to his vest. I pull at the receipt tape and tear a piece of it off, writing my number down. He takes it and finishes ringing up the items. Once he's done, I pay for everything, blowing a kiss at him as Nino and I leave the store.
"Hey, Shin, you ain't think that dude looked like yer friend?" he asks, as we're walking down the street. I give it some thought before I nod. He does look a lot like Ichigo; that's why it was kinda weird that I found him attractive. Not that I'm saying Ichigo isn't attractive, because that's a damn lie, but I don't see him that way. He's like my younger brother who thinks he's my dad.
Once we make it back to the apartment, Nino helps me put everything away before he grabs a bag of Doritos and goes to the living room and turns on the PS4. I decide to wait a bit to start dinner, and I go into the guest room and dial Ichigo's number so I can tell him all about the new guy I've met. The phone rings five times before he answers,
"What's up, Shin?" he asks. I frown; he seems outta breath for some reason.
"What're ya doin'?"
"Oh, I just got back from a run. Did you need something?" That seems like a lie, but I don't want to believe that. Ichigo doesn't lie to me.
"Nah, I just wanted to talk to ya."
"Oh, well, can I call you back later? I'm gonna get a shower and some food."
"Yeah, no prob."
"Okay, bye," he says, hastily, and he hangs up before I get the chance to respond. The whole conversation seemed sketch as fuck, but what can I do? I'm not about to interrogate him like I'm FBI or some shit. He's a grown ass man. I just hope it doesn't have anything to do with Byakuya.
It's been a while since it happened, but I still can't believe Ichigo got himself into that mess. He'd never been the type of person to do something like that throughout all the time we'd been friends. He was always so sure of himself and what he wanted, but after high school when he found out about Starrk, he changed. It's like after that happened, he was only in shitty relationship, after shitty relationship until he just turned to being a hoe like me. It hurt me to watch all that shit happen to him, and when everything happened with Byakuya, it only got worse. He was devastated when Rukia decided she didn't want to listen to either of us. She knew everything that Ichigo had been through too, yet she still decided to blame him for what happened. It pissed me off so much, and it still pisses me off.
I couldn't believe she'd just turn her back on him like that. It made me wary of her; if she could just drop him like that, then what did that say about her feelings toward me? I know it's been five years, but Ichigo is still hurting about what happened. Sometimes we'll be hanging out and he'll just zone out and I know he's thinking about it. Not only that, but the other things that have happened to him too. He can't ever escape it, and that's why it pisses me off so much when he lets guys like Nnoitra's stupid friend walk all over him. I know I don't have a lot of room to talk, but at least I don't let myself get attached to the dudes I fuck with. Except one, but that's not even confirmed yet.
My phone vibrates, pulling me out of my thoughts. I look down at the screen, smirking when I see a message from an unknown number; that must be my newest conquest. I text him back as I head for the living room. Nino is playing Fallout 4 upside down on the couch while shoving Doritos in his mouth. I shake my head; I'm a terrible parent.
"Hey, Shin, guess what?" he asks. I keep my attention on my phone, but I respond,
"What?"
"Uncle Grimm got a kid."
I almost drop my phone. I suppose I should scold Nino for telling that man's business to someone he barely knows but I'm not going to; this is tea that must be spilled immediately.
"Really now?"
"Yup. Pull out game weak af."
"What do you know about pull out game?" I ask, raising an eyebrow; Nino just smirks at me from his upside down position. I rub my temple; kids are starting so young these days. Granted I was his age when I lost my virginity, but I'm gay. I ain't gotta worry about pull out game. "How do you know this?"
"I heard 'im talkin' to my dad. He said yer friend was mad as shit 'bout it."
I find that hard to believe. Ichigo ain't said nothing to me about this; if he was mad, he'd've already called me and fussed about it for an hour and a half. Nah, Ichigo ain't mad; he's hurt.
Now I'm mad.
I get up and go back to the guest room. I dial Ichigo's number and wait for him to answer. The phone rings twice before it goes to voicemail, which means he ignored my call. Fuck, this is bad. I know he's gonna do something stupid, and there's nothing I can do. I call again, and this time when he sends me to voicemail, I leave a message,
"Ichi, I know yer hurtin', but whatever yer doin', ya gotta stop. It's not worth it, okay? Please call me as soon as ya get this. Ya know ya ain't gotta hide from me."
I hang up and leave the guest room for the kitchen to get started on dinner. I can only hope that Ichigo isn't doing something he won't be able to get out of.
I open the door to my apartment, the scent of food hitting my nose and immediately making my stomach rumble. I frown in confusion, stepping into the house fully and closing the door behind me. Nino is in the living room playing video games and eating Doritos. Where the fuck did he get those? I walk into the room, standing over him.
"What the fuck are those?" I ask. Nino looks up at me from his upside down position on the couch.
"Umm, Cool Ranch flavored Doritos brand corn chips?"
"Don't get smart wit' me, boy. Where the fuck you get them from?"
"Bae went grocery shoppin'."
"Fuck you talkin' 'bout?"
"Go in the kitchen an' see."
I roll my eye and drop my keys on the coffee table before I head for the kitchen. When I get there, my mouth almost drops. Not only is the kitchen fully stocked but Blondie is there, standing at the stove, cooking and dancing to trap music. His hair is pulled up into a high ponytail and he stirs whatever he's cooking, his ass moving to the beat of Rae Sremmurd's Throw Sum Mo. Obviously this is entertaining as fuck for me. I lean on the island, watching him as he sings along with Young Thug's verse; I don't know how he knows what he's saying but he's keeping up, and adding seasonings to his food, his slim hips swaying enthusiastically.
"What'chu doin'?" I ask, and Blondie almost jumps out of his skin, turning around and glaring at me.
"Goddamn, ya almost gave me a fuckin' heart attack, Nnoi," he laments. I just shrug, waiting for him to answer my question. "What?"
"I asked you a question."
"What does it look like I'm doin'? I'm makin' dinner."
"Why?"
"Because I'm fuckin' hungry. . .?" He turns back to the stove, shaking his head as if I asked the dumbest question on the planet.
"Okay, but ya couldn't have ordered some pizza or somethin'?"
"No," he says, waving me off over his shoulder. "I've had enough take out to last a lifetime. Just go in the living room. It'll be ready in like ten minutes, m'kay?"
I'm still shocked as fuck, so I just follow his instructions, going into the living room and sitting in one of the armchairs. Nino talks to me about something, but I'm not really paying attention. I mess with my phone, texting Grimm and Nino's mom, who'll be coming later to pick him up. I don't know how she's gonna react to Blondie, but I really hope she can manage to tone it down just for today.
Soon, Blondie is calling Nino and me, and Nino hops up from his strange position and runs for the dining room, which I don't think I've used since I started living here. I get up as well, strolling to the room. The table is set for three, with some kind of pasta dish, salad, and garlic bread. I take the seat at the head of the table, and Nino sits down to my left. Blondie serves me first, and then Nino.
"What do you want to drink?"
"I'll take a Corona, thanks," Nino says, and I glare at him.
"Right, so Dr. Pepper?" Blondie responds, not missing a beat. Nino pops his lips and I almost pop him. "What about you, Nnoi?"
"You bought beer?" He nods. "Lemme get one." He nods again and heads for the kitchen, returning a minute later with two Heinekens and a glass of soda for the little nigglet. He hands out the drinks and fixes his own plate before he sits down to my right. He and Nino start eating like this is a regular occurance and I find myself wondering if it's going to become one.
"This is good as shit, Shin," Nino says through a mouthful of food. Blondie chuckles.
"Thanks, glad you like it."
"Where you learn to cook like this?" I ask. He shrugs, taking a swig of his beer.
"I'm Italian, it's in my soul."
"I thought you were Japanese?" Nino asks.
"I'm half Japanese, half Italian. Ya learned somethin' for today."
We continue with the idle chitchat throughout the meal, and I feel strange. Why is this so easy? I've never brought any of the bitches I've fucked with to my house, mostly because Nino is here, but also because I've never wanted them around. But over the past few weeks, I've realized that I like having Shinji around. We don't necessarily talk a lot, but I ain't much of a talker to begin with. Just him being here changes my mood, and I find myself missing him when I'm at work and disappointed when I come home and he's gone to Orangey's house. Shit. I'm getting attached to him, ain't I? No, it's worse. I already am.
After dinner, I send Nino to his room to start getting ready for his trip to his mama's house and Blondie and I do the dishes. It's kind of awkward because it's so quiet without Nino constantly running his mouth, so I decide to ask the question that's been on my mind since I got home.
"Why'd ya do this?" Blondie looks up at me, raising an eyebrow in his confusion.
"I told ya I was hungry and tired of takeout."
"But ya still didn't have to do this. Ya coulda just made enough for yerself or for you and Nino. Why'd ya wait 'til I got here?"
"I just. . .I wanted to do somethin' nice for ya. Is that a crime?" he responds, averting his gaze. A pretty pink blush spreads across his cheeks and I find myself smiling slightly.
"Aight, but don't get too attached. Ya know I ain't about that gay shit." He frowns and turns back towards me, glaring up at me.
"We are fucking, Nnoitra. I think ya might be 'about that gay shit', just a li'l' bit." Just as I'm about to respond, the sound of someone's loud ass system in their car interrupts, minutely shaking everything in my house. I roll my eye. I knew it was time. "What is that?" Blondie asks, going over to the window. He slides it open, and then the noise clears up into a song.
Bitch better have my money
Y'all should know me well enough
Bitch better have my money
Please don't call me on my bluff
Pay me what you owe me
Ballin' bigger than LeBron
Bitch give me your money
Who y'all think y'all frontin' on?
"She think she so damn funny," I grumble as I head to my bedroom to grab the child support check I'm supposed to be giving her. When I come back, Blondie is still looking out the window in awe. I'm guessing he saw her.
"Who is that, Nnoi?" he asks. I sigh.
"That's Nino's mom."
"Oh my god, she's glorious! Yaaassss, bitch, yaaassss! Slay my life!" he yells out the window, and I can actually feel my nerves falling apart.
"Nino! Ya mama's here so getcha ass out here!" I yell throwing the check on the counter. The door opens and Nel walks in in all her, as proclaimed by Blondie, "glorious"ness.
I ain't boutta lie; Nel is thirty-five years old, and she's still fine as fuck. Her skin is flawless aside from the myriad of tattoos that she's been collecting since she was sixteen. Her sea foam green hair flows down to her lower back, and her body is A1 like the steak sauce. Too bad she gets on my motherfuckin' nerves.
"Whuddup, Nnoi-Nnoi?!" she yells once she's entered the house fully. I frown at her attire. She's wearing a green and black zebra print halter top with tight ass denim short shorts. I ain't saying she ain't got the body for that type of outfit, because that's a lie, but I am saying she shouldn't be wearing that shit when she has a fourteen-year-old son. I keep my mouth shut, because I know saying anything about it won't change shit. Nel turns her attention to Blondie, who looks like he's meeting his favorite celebrity. "Who this?"
"I'm Shinji," he says, holding his hand out. Nel shakes it.
"Oh shit, you the one who gave ol' biscuit head in there a job?" she asks, and Blondie nods. "Thank you, fam. You the real MVP. Where that boy at anyway?"
"I told him to get his ass out here when ya pulled up, but he seems to be hard of hearing," I respond, handing her the check. She takes it and frowns, turning in the direction of Nino's bedroom.
"Nino, you betta getcho five dolla ass out here before I make change! I am not a toy on display at Wal-Mart, do not try me!" she hollers, and Nino comes out of his room moments later, weighed down with his bags.
"Sorry, Mama. I couldn't find my charger."
"Well, if ya cleaned up that goddamned room insteada bein' on that damn phone all the time, you'd be able to find the fuckin' charger," I say, and Nino makes a face at me when his mama glares at him.
"What I tell you 'bout that damn room, Nino?"
"Mama -"
"Nah, i'on' wanna hear none o' that shit. When we get to the house, what'chu doin'?" Nino sighs, looking like he wants to cry.
"Cleanin' the house."
"You damn skippy. Get ta steppin'." Nino throws a half-assed goodbye over his shoulder at me and Blondie before he heads for the door. Nel turns to me. "Every time I let 'im stay over here for too long, I always gotta get him back in line. Yer too fuckin' 'lax wit' 'im, Nnoi."
"Aight, aight. What'chu want me ta be like you?" I ask, lighting a cigarette. Nel snatches it outta my hand, stabbing it in the ash tray.
"Nah, I wantcha ta stop tryna be his friend. Yer his daddy, not his homie, aight?"
"Aight, chill, damn. You his mama, not mine."
"Speaking of, when the last time ya called ya mama or went to see 'er? I called her and told her I was bringin' Nino and she said, 'good 'cause I ain't heard shit from ol' Slenderman'." Blondie busts out laughing and I glare at him. Nel laughs too, and when she calms down she turns to leave. "It was nice meetin' ya, Shinji. Nnoi, I'ma bring Nino back in two weeks, and I swear to God, if I have ta retrain him again, I'ma dust yer lanky ass across this whole damn city."
"Yeah, yeah, miss me wit' all that," I say, leaving for the living room, dismissing her with a wave of my hand.
"And ya wonder where Nino get this shit from," she grumbles before she leaves. Blondie joins me in the living room a few moments later, settling in next to me on the couch.
"Wow, she's amazin'. I wanna be just like her when I grow up," he says, and I hit him with the meanest side eye. "It's the truth. Don't be mad 'cause ya can't handle that level of gloriousness."
"Oh and you can?" I taunt. Blondie shrugs.
"Fam, if I wasn't gay as shit, I would be tryna slide right in. I mean, ya saw 'er, right?"
"Um-hmm. I been seein' 'er for fifteen years, and trust me, it gets old."
We watch a couple of movies before I decide it's time for me to go to sleep. I get up to head for my bedroom, and Blondie grabs my wrist. I look down at him, and he's giving me the look. You know the one I'm talking about.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" I tug on his arm until he stands.
"C'mon," I reply, leading him to my bedroom.
I moan softly as Nnoi's teeth graze across my neck. I reach up, running my fingers through his hair and tugging at the strands as he bites me harder. My breath catches in my throat as he uses his long tongue to lick at the sensitive area. He moves from my neck to my chest, biting down on my nipple; my back arches slightly, the sensation sending electricity throughout my body. He gives the same treatment to my other nipple before he makes his way down my abdomen, licking and nipping all along the way and driving me crazy. Before I know it, he's tugging at the waistband of my sweats, and I lift my hips so he can pull them off. He tosses them aside before he pulls his own shirt and sweats. I sit up and reach forward, wrapping my hand around his length and stroking it. I look up at him, smirking.
"Ya want me to suck it?"
"Fuck yeah," he grumbles, his deep voice sending a chill down my spine. I lean forward, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can. I keep my hand around what I can't fit and start to suck gently at first before I add more pressure and speed up my movements. His long fingers glide through my hair and he grips it at the back, pushing my head down and forcing me to take in more. I keep going until I feel his tip touch the back of my throat. I hollow my cheeks as he starts to move his hips slightly. "Shit." I hum around him and he groans, tugging at my hair to get me to release him.
He pushes me back until I'm lying down again, and then he reaches over to the top drawer of his nightstand, retrieving a condom and some lube. I reach for it and pop the cap but Nnoi narrows his eye and gives me a stern look.
"What'chu starin' at?" I ask and he says nothing as he takes the bottle from my hands and slicks up his first three fingers. "What're ya doin'?" Instead of answering my question, he taps his lubed up fingers against his thumb like he's testing the viscosity or some shit. The grimace on his face is enough to let me know he's uncomfortable. "Nnoi, wha-"
"What it look I'm doin'?" he snaps, but with far less heat than usual. I frown.
"It looks like yer boutta put them long ass fingers in my ass." Nnoitra lets out this deep chuckle and I'd be lyin' like a muhhfucka if I said it didn't go straight to my dick.
"That's exactly what I'm finna do," he says, with a quick raise of his brow. He positions himself over me and trails a slick finger up my inner thigh before he presses the tip against my entrance and for a second, I forget how to breathe.
"You ain't gotta do that," I mumble before he pushes the tip in. I belatedly realize that this is the first time in the few times that we've fucked that he's done this himself. The very fact that it is has me harder than a lead pipe.
"You tryna say ya don't want me to?" Nnoi asks and I shake my head as he slides his finger in and out of me. "Aight then."
His fingers are much longer than mine, so it feels beyond amazing and he locates my spot in record time, causing me to moan loudly. I barely register it when he slides in his third finger; I let out a shaky breath, moving my hips as he works his fingers around inside me. A few minutes pass like this, and I swear I'm falling apart. I really can't believe this is the first time he's ever done this. He presses down a little harshly and I gasp.
"Hurry up," I practically beg and he stops his ministrations.
"Don't tell me what to do," he rumbles and I know that he means it to sound angry but that's not how I interpret it. The way he says it has my skin breaking out in goosebumps and heat pooling in both my face and my groin. I'm panting harshly and gripping at his shoulders and he starts moving his fingers again.
"Kiss me." I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper. He leans down, his lips but a hair's breadth away from mine and mutters "I ain't gotta listen to you" before he presses his lips firmly against mine. His tongue snakes into my mouth and glides against mine. I try and tamp down the whine that wants to come out when he removes his fingers but I fail when they're replaced with something way thicker, longer and fire hot.
Once Nnoi is fully sheathed, he takes a deep, shuddering breath and waits for me to adjust. His eye goes from its usual amethyst to a darker mauve, lidded with lust when he pulls back and plunges forward repeatedly. We're breathing heavily, beads of sweat run down Nnoi's temples, one hand gripping the back of my knee, the other planted beside my head.
Then the moans start pouring out with every breath I take and Nnoi answers every one with a sound of his own and it sounds like we're speaking to each other with just the tiniest sounds, guiding each other's bodies with just a simple blink of an eye, a well practiced stroke, a single breathy sigh.
I don't even think I can probably talk now, all of my energy being used to give Nnoi just as much pleasure as he's giving me. I reach up and pull him back down to me, attaching our lips once more, savoring the moment as it doesn't come often. He kisses me back fiercely as his thrusts become quicker and more forceful. I pull away to throw my head back and moan as he hits my spot dead on over and over again.
"Fuck, Nnoi, fuck. I'm almost there," I murmur and he buries his face in the crook of my neck and mumbles,
"Me too."
He wraps his hand around me, stroking me in time with his thrusts until my body quivers and my release comes. Nnoi finishes soon after, and he pulls out, lying down next to me, panting.
"Fuck, that was amazin'," I say, running a hand through my sweat-dampened hair. He grunts his agreement and gets up and to go to the bathroom and flush the condom. When he comes back, he grabs his cigarettes from the nightstand and lights one. He offers the pack to me, and I take one. Once he sits down on the bed, he lights it for me. I take a long drag and blow it out, staring up at the ceiling.
"Can I ask ya somethin'?" Nnoi says, after a long stretch of silence.
"Sure."
"What's up wit'chu and Aizen? I mean, dontcha know he got a girl?" His tone isn't accusatory; it seems like he's asking the question more outta curiosity, so I just shrug.
"There's nothin' up wit' me and him. I found out he had a girl and I never let 'im hit. I joke about it a lot, but the closest we've came is me givin' him head, and I haven't done that in ages."
"So that night in the club?"
"There was no reason for ya to be so salty, correct." He glares at me, letting his cigarette hang from his lips.
"It's just. . .he's said shit 'boutcha. He ain't the first, either."
I frown, leaning back and keeping my gaze steady on the ceiling. I know what he means, but I want him to say it.
"Oh yeah? What they say?"
"Ya know what they said."
"Nah, I don't." He sighs, turning to face away from me.
"They said yer a thot."
"You believe 'em?" He doesn't respond and I feel myself getting upset. "Everybody has issues, Nnoi. Some people are just better at hidin' 'em." He stays silent, and I try not to take it the wrong way. Maybe he just doesn't want to hurt my feelings, especially after what we just did. We've only had sex a few times, but I can easily tell that this time was different. I keep my eyes upward, and just as my vision is starting to blur, Nnoi speaks.
"Just 'cause people talk don't mean I gotta listen to 'em."
I turn to look at him, but he's still facing away from me. I sit up and touch his arm. He finally faces me again and I touch his face looking into his eye. I smile up at him and he returns it slightly.
Maybe he's different after all.
"I'm supposed to be goin' to 'er house to see 'im this weekend," Grimm says. He still looks uncomfortable, even though it's been a week since he found out about his son. "Anyway, off that. Wassup witchu and Shinji? He still here?"
"Yeah. Shit's been strange around here."
"Whatchu mean?" he asks, and I proceed to tell him everything that's happened between Shinji and I as of late.
"So yer tellin' me he bought groceries, made dinner, and put up wit'cha crazy baby mama all in the same day?" I nod in response to Grimmjow's question, and he steeples his fingers under his chin.
"Not to mention that sex. I mean, we done it before, but this time was. . .i'on' even know what to say about it."
"You think ya might be catchin' feelin's?" he asks. I shrug, but only because I don't wanna say he's right. At least not yet.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do, man?"
"There's only one thing to do, fam."
"What?"
"Ya gotta eat his ass, bruh."
I turn to Grimm, looking at him as if I'm seeing him for the first time in my life. I think I might be. I'm waiting for him to start laughing, because he has to be fucking joking. He doesn't laugh though; he looks one hundred percent serious.
"I have to do motherfuckin' what?"
"Ya have to eat his ass. It's the only way."
"Bruh you tellin' me you been eatin' ass this whole time? And you been usin' my silverware?"
"Look, it ain't that big a deal -"
"Hell if it ain't! Get'cho booty breath ass outta my damn house! And don't use no more of my damn silverware. Got my son in here eatin' Booty Pebbles, Shittamon Toast Crunch, and Dookie Crisps." Grimmjow busts out laughing, but I don't. If he was serious before, then I'm damn serious right now. "I mean it, Grimmjow. Ya ain't finna have me and my son eatin Poop Loops no more. Ya betta bring yer own shit if ya wanna eat here. Ya done gave Coco Puffs a whole new meanin'."
Grimmjow is laughing uncontrollably, and Shinji walks in, giving him a strange look. He shakes his head, before he sits down next to me on the couch, curling up and turning on the television.
"Get the fuck out, Grimm. I'on' wanna see yer face for at least a month." Grimmjow stops laughing and rolls his eyes.
"Whatever, bruh. I'll see ya tomorrow."
Once he's gone, I turn to Shinji, watching him. He's typing on his phone, looking like a fucking teenager. It's so disrespectful that he looks so young. He smiles at something on his phone's screen, and I frown. Because I'm tall as shit, I can see the screen easily. The contact is "10/10" with a bunch of emojis next to it that basically equate to "I suck his dick". I don't know why, but that makes me so fuckin' mad. He's sitting right next to me in my fuckin' house. He could've at least tried to hide it. I guess there ain't no need for me to be thinking about whether or not I have feelings for him
"What's wrong, Nnoi?" he asks, as if he doesn't fuckin' know. I just shrug, keeping my gaze on the television. He tsks, shifting on the couch so he's facing me. "Stop actin' like a fuckin' child and tell me what's wrong. I can't read yer fuckin' mind."
"Ain't shit wrong. I'm just wonderin' why yer all up in my house instead of his." Now why did I say that like that? Since Shinji is glaring a hole in the side of my face, I'm guessing he's wondering the same thing.
"What the fuck is -? Really, Nnoi? You trippin' for real right now."
Unfortunately, I'm mad, and my already non-existent filter is gone. "You right, I'm trippin'. I'on' even know why. It ain't like I ain't already know what was up." Shinji stands up from the couch, his hands fisted at his sides, his face marred with a heavy scowl.
"Why dontcha go 'head and say it, huh?" he growls. When I don't say anything, he raises his voice, "Go ahead and say what the fuck is up, Nnoi!"
"Calm the fuck down!" I say, standing as well. Shinji backs away from me, shaking his head.
"Fuck you, Nnoitra," he spits. "Fuck you. I thought you were different, but yer just like everybody else." With that, he turns and storms out of the room.
"Shinji, wait!" I call, but the only response I get is the door slamming shut.
I'm so fuckin' stupid.
Hello! I know people are more into my other stories, but I am so inspired for this, so I apologize. I just love writing for this fic so much; it's kinda like my therapy. Thanks to my friend KeeBee for her help with this chapter. If you all could tell me how you feel about this chapter and the fic over all, that'd be awesome. Thanks for reading ^_^
Until next time,
Patd06