Chapter 17: From The Gallows

Warning: (M) Rough Language, Dark Humor/Offensive Jokes, and possible Suggestive Content.

Rating: (T-M) Not for Kids.

Pairings: Clementine/Louis, etc.

A/N: I can't even function anymore, y'all. I'm over here thinking I'm going to finish this in a month with no problem, and then it's like I teleported to the future a whole damn year later. Da fuck goin' on?

Anyway.

Hope y'all like this. I'm so sorry I took so long. This was originally supposed to be posted back in April, but I had too much going on and I kind of got obsessed with DBZ and Naruto. Sorry. Sincerely.

Only five more chapters left after this one!

Well, let's say six if I include an epilogue.

Also, this is a two-parter. The next chapter will be rated Explicit MA, (maybe) so... Y'all can take it how y'all want it.

[. . .]

February 21st, 9:00 AM

[. . .]

"On me."

"On it."

Sounds of furious clicking and vicious typing followed.

"Good shit," A voice complimented.

"Thanks. Now kiss me."

"Shut up, Louis."

A brief pause.

"Mitch." Someone said.

"Hn."

"Sauce me."

Precious greens, browns, and yellows passed quickly by in the screen, hiding the black and grey that moved along with it.

"This is stupid." A voice said from inside a headset device colored black and green.

Someone snorted. "Why?"

"None of y'all revived me yet!" The voice hissed.

"Give us a minute, stupid fuck." Another piped in. "Your fault you went head-on when there was a shit-ton of zombies right in front of you."

"I was distractin' them so that y'all could run off! We were all low!"

"He has a point. Duck shot them so that we could dip. We're all good now."

"Y'all are ungrateful sons' a bitches." Duck huffed, "The least y'all could do is group up and kill the rest 'round me!"

"Literally what we're doing," Marlon spoke.

"Do it faster!"

"Uh, so where did you die again Duck?" Louis asked, pressing the letter 'm' on his keyboard. A small map appeared in front of his screen marked with various x's on it.

There was a groan. "Louis. I'm right next to ya." Duck replied bitterly.

Louis blinked, put the map away, and made his character step out of the house he was taking refuge in. "I don't see anything," Louis said honestly, "Just a bunch of trees."

"In the trees," Marlon told him. If I was in this universe, I would've face-palmed so hard I would've shit myself.

"Wait, though. I gotta kill some of these fuckers." Mitch alerted.

"I think we got it," Marlon said, "Louis has his bazooka-shit. He could just blast them once and we're good."

"And it'll revive him for the next round."

"No shit." There was a sound of a bang, "Duck, you're stupid."

"Shut up, it's borin' bein' dead!"

"Suck it up."

It went silent. There were a few clicks here and there, and certain moments of swift button pressing, but nothing too dangerous. In his quiet room, the sound of gunshots could be heard almost clearly from his headphones.

Clementine, to be specific, could hear them. In fact, because she was sitting right next to him, she could hear them so well.

"Watch out," She informed him, and though she knew he couldn't hear her, she was glad to see he had already noticed the creature approaching the character he was playing as.

Her eyes followed his movements.

"Back it up," He said, and Clementine saw another soldier enter the screen, going against what her boyfriend just said, "Marlon, back the hell up!"

There was a mumbled reply that she could hear.

Then, she saw how her boyfriend, in a panic, rolled the middle of his mouse and began clicking quickly.

She could hear the shouts in his headphones and she winced when she saw the edges of his screen turn red, indicating that his character got hurt in the process.

"I told you to back up!" Louis hissed, glaring at the screen.

Clementine blinked. That was new.

After only a week of being officially together, Clementine was immediately introduced to Louis's more intimate life. After Valentine's day, Louis had the bright idea to avoid her for a full day, thinking that he somehow made her feel uncomfortable. She had to go the day after to confront him about his odd behavior and demand him to tell her if there was an issue.

It started with her being slightly hurt and furious, strolling past the students greeting her warmly in contrast to her first time here. Of course, she couldn't ignore their polite salutations, so it was a safe bet to say she was practically furious when she saw Louis standing beside his car, scrolling through his phone after a while of dealing with people.

He didn't immediately see her at first, far too distracted with his cellular device—which was all fine by her. She wanted to catch him by surprise and scare him into giving her the answers to the torturous questions she's been asking herself today. Unfortunately, her walking resembled that of angry stomps, so when approaching close, she saw his head snap up and flush at the immediate sight of her.

He opened his mouth to say her name followed by a very weary hello, and she hated it.

"Why are you avoiding me?" She demanded as soon as she got up to his face, brows furrowed and mouth uncharacteristically set in a hurt pout.

Louis looked conflicted. "What do you mean?"

"You've been avoiding me," She said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow, "Why? Did I do something wrong?"

Louis was flushed. He stared, gripping his phone, unsure of how to respond. He... hadn't expected her to come to him, and especially so forward. Though he shouldn't have thought about anything else, this was Clementine. The girl he was in love with. "You didn't—"

"Cut the shit, Louis," She huffed, unable to hold back the resentment and ache in her voice, "I did something wrong. You didn't talk to me, or hang out with the group today." She looked away, slightly upset despite the training she did in front of the mirror yesterday to show no emotion, "...Was it the kiss?"

Her voice almost shook. It was slightly higher-pitched, and only now that he was up close could he see the despondency etched so commonly on her pleasant features. Louis softened. "What? No, don't be ridiculous," He shook his head, seeing the actual pain set in her eyes. It shocked him, to say the least, and he suddenly felt like the biggest jerk ever. He fucked up again.

"Then what?" She asked, twirling the button of her rolled-up sleeves with her finger, "Did..." She cleared her throat, attempting, "Did I say something wrong?" She asked, knowing she hadn't. There was no way she did, not with how she was taking a striking adoration for the boy recently.

"No, Clementine," He said firmly, quick to turn down her accusations. "You didn't do anything wrong. I was just..." He tinged a darker shade and rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly, "I was just... doubting myself again," He muttered honestly. He cursed himself for laughing. What if she thought he was making a horrible joke!? Just what was wrong with him!?

Clementine tilted her head. "Why?" She asked gently, baffled that he was. "You didn't do anything wrong." Except avoid me.

Louis looked into her eyes, sweating slightly. "You... You make me nervous," He swallowed, thick and feeling panic rise within when she saw her eyes widen, "N-Not in a bad way! Nope, nada. Nothing like that," He held his hands out, almost putting them up to save himself from an odd sensation of being hit, "Um... Give me a second, I'm... I'm not too good at words," He said, sighing, and Clementine was not sure how to react, "Just... You..."

Clementine was growing irritated. If he didn't want to continue anything more with her, he could've told her this so many times before. She... would've understood. He was telling her this now, of all times, after she shared—

"Do you like me?" He questioned, inclining his head in melancholy.

Everything stopped.

She blinked.

Then, without meaning to, she whacked him hard on the head. "Are you kidding?"

"Okay, ow!" He cried, rubbing his head, "And no, I'm—"

She was sneering. "Was the kiss not enough?" She stepped closer, trapping him onto his car, "Did I have to—"

He burned with the heat of a thousand suns when she grabbed his shirt and brought him to her eye-level, "—Do I have to tell you?"

Louis saw her blush then.

"Do I have to tell you I like you? That..." I love you?

When Violet stated Louis was an idiot, Louis would never disagree. Maybe out loud he'd voice his egotistical superiority but inside his head? He didn't argue. Especially now.

Now he felt like the biggest idiot.

She looked so hurt. And this was Clementine, the girl who gave nothing away. The girl he had grown to love, the girl he knew he wanted more than anything in the world. Someone who could share his jokes, someone who could tolerate him, someone who was more than just a friend to him.

Someone he hurt.

He felt... horrid. Broken.

And strangely the happiest he'd ever been.

A sad grin came on his face. "You like me?" He asked again, this time teasing, for good measure, hoping to coax a smile out of her.

Clementine saw the mirth light up in his eyes, and she didn't know whether to kiss him or hit him again. She was blushing lightly.

"I thought it would be obvious," She said, letting the tough grip of his clothes go.

Louis captured her hands in his.

She felt herself warm further. She sighed at her pathetic behavior. It took more than that to make her blush, really... Not.

"Okay," She saw him pause, "Before I say what I say..."

She glared. Menacingly.

He laughed at that. "I want to say I'm sorry. For well, being an idiot," He let his smile slip, sincere, "I may be a perceptive guy, but Violet doesn't lie when she calls me an idiot."

She stared. Hopeful.

"So... Um... Jeez, this apology is terrible," He frowned, thinking. Then, he brightened, "Well, I know words are just words," He pulled her closer, "But I hope this makes up for it!"

And like the goofy motherfucker he was, Clementine felt him kiss her cheek, light and warm and full of fuzzy liquor-induced butterflies.

Her anger was rid of instantly.

When he pulled apart, she saw he was, yet again, blushing. "...and yeah..." He looked off, unconsciously pulling at his coat in his usual Louis way when he moved away to give her space, "I do like you. Too. You know. Because," He clenched the leather, "You're pretty. A-And not just pretty," He chuckled impenitently, "You're... very smart. Very kind. Super brave, not to mention fair. You're also very pretty. Oh—wait," He stopped, "Already said that! Ah. Louis, you're rambling..." He face-palmed.

When she figured out that it was entirely the opposite, she made it her personal desire to ask him out on the spot. Right after bringing him in for a deep kiss, of course. She hadn't been thinking, really, but at the moment, she didn't really care. Fuck being careful, she liked him, loved him, more so. So to hell with being cautious.

Needless to say, his response was immediate.

And now, she was here, enjoying his presence and remembering the one kiss they shared, learning many new things. Such as his collection of baseball gear, his grand rows of flowers in his backyard garden, and the little puppies he takes care of in a section of his large home. There were a lot of places to see, a lot of things to get to hold.

And many things he liked to talk about, which, cutely, was mostly about her.

He had yet to kiss her again. And it wasn't because he didn't want to, no, really, he was just shy.

Today... She would attempt.

She figured it was a perfect time. Within his home, quiet, with no one to surely disturb them.

Though, she would make sure to do so after his little game.

"Louis," Marlon called, "Get your ass over here and help me revive this fucker."

"I'll have y'all know this fucker gave his damn life for y'all!" Duck exclaimed.

Louis chuckled, "And we thank you for that, Duck."

"Y'all better."

"Duck, shut up before I steal your gun."

"As if ya haven't done that shit already."

"Tch."

While Louis held the 'F' key, he glanced at Clementine shyly beside him, checking to see how she was.

She stopped staring at his screen with intensity to regard him, sensing that he was looking at her. When she found that she was right, she issued a kind smile at him.

Louis blushed and grinned in return. Satisfied to see that his girlfriend was vibing along with him, he went back to his game.

"Finally!" Duck's outrageous cry spoke, "Alright y'all, let's finish this damn thing."

"Keep your balls in check, Duck. We still gotta fry that big buff motherfucker," Marlon stated, sighing, "Mitch, you got any guns?"

"I have fucking 10."

"Then ram some up my ass since you have so many," Marlon barked.

Louis shook his head, "Alright, cool it guys. But the guns?"

"Yeah, yeah, keep your dick limp Lou."

"You know damn well his dick is as hard as a rock right now. Clementine's with him."

As soon as Marlon's words reached their destination, there were immediate whistles that came from the two other boys.

Louis blushed, and his once mirth gaze became intense with embarrassment. He kept his eyes glued to the screen when he felt Clementine shift beside him, not daring to see if Clementine heard what his best friend just said out of fear of how she would react.

Needless to say, they both knew she heard everything.

"Louis, I swear to god if you fuck up this game for us all because you were busting a nut, I'm personally coming to your house and eating your ass," Mitch hissed, making his character stop in front of the frozen man to wiggle his gun in his face.

Duck's character began crouching up and down feverishly. "Don't ya mean, beatin'?"

"Same thing."

"It really isn't."

"As if you're one to talk, Marlon."

In reply, Marlon shot Mitch.

Mitch, of course, laughed, knowing that friendly fire had been turned off.

Meanwhile, as the boys threw their temper tantrums, Louis remained as quiet as a mouse. Perfectly still, he didn't move, wasn't even sure if he was breathing, actually. No, he sat as tranquil as a rock, even when Clementine moved closer.

Far too busy overthinking, his mind was occupated with the unforeseen embarrassment and fear of possible scenarios. And a particular scenario that he shamed himself thinking about. He tried pushing himself to move, but he couldn't. It was an impulse that was starting to eat him alive.

However, he did move when she pecked his cheek, causing him to snap his head in her direction and flush. The butterflies increased in confusion when he saw her lightly tap his lips with her index and middle finger.

Staring at her, he completely ignored his comrades yelling at him from the screen to 'move his ass' away from the oncoming wave of zombies, following the words she mouthed with her lips.

"Kiss me," She beckoned him, innocent as can be with only the rosy blush of her cheeks as a dead giveaway.

Louis stared.

Clementine stopped doing that when she saw his screen was becoming red, "Shoot, Louis!" She urgently spoke, turning his head to the screen, "Your character..."

Louis immediately began to scramble away, suddenly aware of the screaming and yelling from his comrades.

"Were you getting your dick sucked!? Come on man, homies before thotties!" Marlon yapped.

Clementine narrowed her eyes dangerously, "What did he just say?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Aw shit, can she hear me? Uh, nothing!" Marlon's voice came from the device, "I was saying how good the weather is today!"

"Who the fuck talks about the weather?" Mitch asked.

"I do!" Duck piped in, and as Louis was being saved, Duck continued, "Sophie likes it. She said it makes me a classy man," He harrumphed.

"Sure," Mitch said sarcastically, "And Sarah thinks I'm ugly."

"Ya are ugly."

"Shut up, kiss my ass."

"Yes, Papi Chulo."

Mitch grumbled unintelligibly.

"Anywho," Marlon said, coughing, "You alright now, Lou? Don't get distracted, we gotta finish this. It's the last mission."

Louis chuckled nervously, "Yeah, sorry... I got..."

"Pussy, yeah, we know." Marlon waved off, "Brody doesn't like it when I play. She claims, and I quote, 'You bust a nut in me and then play league of legends!?' End quote."

"Boohoo," Mitch snickered, "Sucks to suck, skinny penis. Sarah plays with me. A gamer girl, if you will."

"Shut up, Sophie rides me! She's riding me right now!" Duck exclaimed, and screeches followed by punching resounded in the background.

Louis and the boys winced. "Oookay... Did not need to hear that," The dreaded boy mumbled and returned to Clementine, who was gazing at him. He blushed slightly, "Well, mine—"

There was the sound of a door crashing open. "Marlon! Where the hell is my dick I asked for!?" Brody's unmistakable voice shrieked all of a sudden, demanding and, in the boy's ears, scary.

"Babe, wait—" Louis and Mitch, the only two who were functioning since Duck was still getting his ass handed to him, remained quiet, hearing the commotion, "Hold on, give me—Babe... Babe. BABE—"

There was a loud resounding thud and what could only be described as a manly screech before Marlon left the call abruptly. Mitch and Louis sat still, waiting, and soon, Duck shrieked and he too fell into the doom of his girlfriend.

Clementine blinked.

Simultaneously, Louis and Clementine looked at each other.

Then, Clementine received a text.

As she read through it, Mitch spoke, "You know... I'm sort of glad my girl isn't as scary as those two. Could you imagine? Sarah's already scary when she's stern, I'd shit my pants if she got angry."

Louis chuckled. "Heh... No kidding. I'm a constant dead man."

"Oh shit... You're with Clementine. Well, GG man. I'll make sure to keep your money safe for you," Mitch joked, and Louis rolled his eyes.

"Haha, Mitch. I think—"

"WHAT THE FUCK."

Louis jumped in his seat. "What? What happened?"

Just like with Marlon and Duck, Louis heard the sounds of rolling around in the ground from Mitch's microphone. "Sarah, wait, WAIT, SARAH—"

Giggling overran the muffled yelling and Louis's blood ran cold. Just what the hell...

"Is that Louis? Hi Louis! Tell Clementine we're meeting in an hour!" Sarah's innocent tone drawled out, and Louis could sense she was waving at the microphone, thinking it was a camera.

Louis laughed uneasily, "Alright, will do!" He answered, and immediately, Mitch left the call. The match they were battling in the middle echoed a loss in his screen, indicating that they all died. All two hours of hard work... gone. He sighed. He would be furious, as any guy would be losing progress in a game, but he had his girlfriend with him, which was far better in his opinion. Ignoring the loss, he took off his headphones and brightly turned to his girlfriend, "Clementine—"

His smile fell when he saw the smirk on her face.

He sweated. "Uh... S-Sarah said hi," He cleared his throat, grinning sheepishly.

Clementine hummed. "I know," She glanced at her phone again and typed something down before tossing it off to the side.

Louis swallowed when she stood and stopped in front of him. "You owe me something," She went close, "Wanna know what it is?"

Please don't be a strap-on, please don't be a strap-on. Okay. Maybe a strap-on?

And then he flushed when she pounced on him.

[. . .]

11:00 AM.

[. . .]

The boys sighed as they changed.

"You know," Marlon began, grabbing their attention as he lifted his shorts, "They could've just asked like normal women. But no," Marlon ran a hand through his growing hair, "Kidnapping was their most logical solution."

"It wasn't so bad," Duck said, lifting a tired hand from where he lay on the bench, "The straddlin' was nice."

"Speak for yourself," Aasim grumbled, tossed into the mess just as they were, "Ruby suplexed me and dragged me into her Aunt's car."

"You think that's crazy?" Willy asked, looking spooked, "Mariana grabbed me by my hair and spinning tossed me into her dad's trunk. Tossed!" Willy shuddered, "It's like she had superhuman strength!"

"You're exaggerating," Mitch scoffed. When Willy gave him a haunted look, Mitch bit his lip, doubting. After all, Sarah had drugged him. Sweet, innocent Sarah... Well, with the outfit she was wearing. Who knew she rocked a maid look...

"Why are we here, though?" Gabe asked as he took off his beanie and ruffled his hair.

Omar set his phone aside and put on the unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt Ava got for him. "Are you all dense? Brody's Birthday celebration is today. I brought the food," He answered for them, making them all gasp.

"Ohh," Duck fell from his bench, "That explains Sophie's insistin' to hurry!"

Marlon blanched. "I thought her birthday was tomorrow," He murmured.

The boys issued frightened looks in his direction. "Please tell me you got her a gift," Gabe squeaked, closing the duffel bag.

Marlon winced.

"Bruh," Mitch crossed his arms over his exposed chest, "You've got to be kidding. We're all dead now!" He exclaimed, slightly panicking.

"Perhaps Clementine can distract her while you quickly go and look for one," Omar suggested, shouldering his duffel bag.

Marlon placed his hands on his hips, heaving a sigh. "I doubt that." He felt sweat forming.

Louis strolled in with three bottles of lotions in his arms just then, looking a tad disoriented. Just as all the other boys, the poor main character was subjected to merciless manhandling.

Everyone turned to him on instinct, and the deathly silent changing room erupted with a bellow of whistles. "Damn, how many pictures did Clementine send?" The shaggy-haired boy asked, snorting.

He got smacked in the head by Aasim. "Louis," Aasim stepped forward and took the pink lotion bottle from his hands, "You're the only one who can stop this mess from happening." He deadpanned, thumbing over at a panicking Marlon.

Louis blinked. "What?" He asked, perplexed. He tossed a small yellow bottle over to Duck who's hand was up all for grabs, "What are you talking about? Oh god, did Mitch blow something up again?"

Ignoring the way Duck missed the catch, Mitch narrowed his eyes dangerously at him. "That was one time."

"Several," Aasim corrected.

Mitch rolled his eyes.

"Thankfully, no," Omar replied, pressing send quickly to the group chat of girls he had been invited to, "We need you to help Clementine keep Brody busy."

Louis opened the blue bottle of lotion and tilted it over onto his hand, "Say what? Why would we need to keep Brody busy? Not that it'll be an issue, anyway... But...?"

Marlon sighed. "I fucked up, man."

Louis squirted the white liquid onto his palm. "Oh." Louis immediately realized, "I'm going to assume you didn't eat her ass."

"What."

"Huh?"

"AYO?"

Gabe rose an eyebrow at Aasim, Mitch, and Willy. Specifically Mitch. "Didn't you say you were going to sniff Sarah's ass, Mitch?" The shy boy asked, crossing his arms.

Mitch's confusion delved further. "What!?"

"That was me with Brody," Marlon corrected, "Also, shut up, Gabe. What we say in the homie group chat stays in there."

Willy lifted a finger, "For example, FanBoy and Chum Chum hentai."

Marlon eyed him for a moment, intense. Upon the entire room going silent and intimidating Willy into shutting the hell up, Marlon decided not to comment and continued, "We have vowed in our big dick honor not to tell anyone."

Gabe looked at him dryly. "It's just us in the changing room. Everyone's out on the beach."

"Shut up, Goofy." Willy yapped.

"Anyway..." Aasim grumbled, regarding Louis yet again, "You think you guys can keep her busy for thirty minutes?"

Louis put the lotion bottle down and applied the lotion to the remaining exposed parts of his body. "Can do, my friend," Louis grinned, shuffling his hands.

Aasim nodded, pleased. "Alright, we've got thirty minutes," He opened the pink bottle of lotion and put the same creamy substance before passing it onto Omar, "All of you, put this on, and let's go to that convenience store by the parking lot."

The boys let out exasperated sighs.

Then, "Hehe, look guys, I have cum on my face—"

"My fault. I busted all over you."

"Dawg?"

"Shut up!"

[. . .]

As the boys set out on their little crisis adventure, Louis took his time rearranging the items inside his personal white bag, conscious enough to fix the other bags the boys left behind due to their hurry.

He took out his cellular device and quickly sent a text to Clementine, letting her know vaguely of the issue they were faced with. She answered the moment he sent it, and his eyes read the words lovingly across his screen.

'Got it. Meet me by your car?'

Giddy, Louis grinned and replied with a formal 'yes' before tossing his phone into the bag full of towels and small treats. Swiftly, he grabbed onto the soft handles of all the bags and hurried outside, off to search for his girlfriend.

He stopped momentarily once outside of the building. Girlfriend...

He forgot Clementine was his girlfriend! And they were out—on, well, what he considered a friendship day out, but supposing it was going to be only Clementine and him for the time being, it brought unnatural butterflies to his stomach.

Brody had taken most of the crew in her Aunt's car to the beach. After all, the women had insisted they'd abduct the boys and force them on their day out. According to Clementine, she did it for fun. Brody... not so much.

Anywho, because their destination was the beach, Louis had to do last-minute shopping for some trunks. And he offered to buy things for his friends, even his dear, lovely girlfriend, Clementine. Everyone liked his idea but the girls refused. The guys were all for it.

The thing that set him ablaze was his girlfriend's reluctance, however, and how if he bought it for her, the secret would be out.

A secret that confused him momentarily before immediately becoming a dirty thought. He was clowned for the rest of the trip by his dude friends when they saw the look he gave Clementine.

According to her, it was a bikini.

He blushed and shook his head. He... really needed to get his act together.

Other people stopped to regard him peculiarly.

Sensing this, Louis straightened and stepped outside of the sand, aware of the heat bustling onto his skin. It scorched the pavement he was now walking in, and from a distance, the ground looked like it was below wavy lines of radiation. Yep. Definitely hot.

And speaking of hot...

His eyes met that of Clementine's, who, leaning onto the car, looked radiant. Her hair was down and she wore sunglasses, and if he wasn't going ape-shit for her before at the party, he certainly was now.

Wearing an unbuttoned white shirt, she wore white bloomers that hung to her figure nicely and a bow-like bikini top that exposed her cleavage for all to see. Needless to say, by the time he arrived, he was unhelpfully staring and a mess.

"Excuse me," She spoke up to him, clearing her throat mockingly as he looked back up at her face, "As much as I'm flattered that you're looking at my body, I think we need to take care of something first," She waved her phone.

Louis swallowed. "Shoot, right," He chuckled, looking away and clicking on his remote to open the trunk of his car, "I... completely forgot about that."

"I noticed," She hummed.

Louis sighed. "Unfair. Why don't you get flustered?"

"Maybe because I know what I'm doing to you later."

Louis blinked. "What?" He looked at her.

Clementine blushed and shrugged. "Nothing. Come on, we gotta go talk to Brody."

Louis closed the opening and leaned on it. "Now hold on," He stopped her, "What about later?"

Clementine glared when she saw that ear-splitting grin of his. "You'll know when the time comes."

"Why not right now?"

"Because we're in public."

Louis, if he were in a cartoon, would have a buffering wifi signal beside his head.

Clementine sighed. She forgot that Louis was dumb as a brick at times.

"Let's go, Be-lou-ga," She joked, and he sighed.

"You're terrible with jokes." He deadpanned.

She glared. "Say that again, and your mouth will be missing."

He sweatdropped. "Was that a lewd comment or a death threat?"

"Neither. That was your fate."

Louis wondered if God was merciful.

[. . .]

They saw Brody impatiently perched on a towel beside the girls out on the open sunny day.

"Where's Marlon?" Brody asked Louis immediately, glaring through her sunglasses as she stood abruptly from her place on the ground.

If she had powers, Louis was sure she would melt them off. "Uh... He's still changing. He'll come out in a bit," He answered as less intimidated as possible.

She narrowed her eyes further but didn't say anything.

"Your dick is hard," Violet commented out of nowhere, not looking at him at all. In fact, her eyes were closed and her hands floundered behind her head, body hidden beneath an umbrella. She lay next to Minnie, who snorted at her fake observation while she scrolled through her phone.

Louis colored and looked down, "Huh!?"

Ava whistled. "That's what it looks like, hard?" She asked, shaking her head. She turned to Clementine, "You got a small one."

"Duck has an average penis," Sophie unhelpfully chimed in, messing around with the sand that Sarah was desperately trying to rebuild.

Ruby made a noise. "Can y'all please not talk about them doo-hickeys? I ain't got time to share 'bout my experience... I haven't seen Aasim's yet!"

"Poor girl," Ava tsked.

As Louis narrowed his eyes at them with flushed cheeks, Clementine laughed. "Guys, stop teasing him."

"Dick!" Mariana exclaimed, "I remember now!" She rolled onto the sun and jumped to stand, "We have to schedule a dick appointment for you, Clem!"

Clementine blinked down at the girl jumping up and down. "Dick appointment?" She asked, unsure of where she was going.

"Yes," Mariana nodded.

"Oh yeah," Ava hummed, reading the nude magazine displaying male and female attributes, "We're staying over at a hotel tonight. Two-day stay, as they say."

"That's neat," Louis gleamed.

Clementine opened her mouth.

"Before you say anything," Violet put up a finger, shushing her, "Paige paid for it. She said it was another gift. Don't know why she wants to give us so many, but I guess it's fine."

"Don't complain," Minnie ruffled Violet's hair, "She's just being nice."

"And I'm being cautious."

"You love Paige, though," Sophie pouted.

"Yeah, and I love Minnie. Do you see me trusting her with my bras? Hell, the fuck, no."

"Yes you do," Minnie snickered, "They're so small I can wear them as goggles."

"Which is exactly why I don't let you touch them!"

"Anywho," Ava interrupted, fixing her rambunctious C-cup out of mock, "We're staying here for the week."

Clementine rose an eyebrow. "And how exactly are we going to get to and from school?" She asked them, which proved them silent.

It was then when Brody threw her phone on the ground. "That's it!" She hissed through clenched teeth, standing angrily, "I'm going to castrate that man, I swear!"

"He still hasn't answered?" Violet asked.

"No!" Brody yelled, and both Louis and Clementine sweated, "He's been ignoring me! And it's my birthday! He knows he's supposed to leave me seeing god today!"

"Aw hell naw," Ava growled, "Sister, let's rip that flea-bag he calls his hair and then chop his dick off."

"Language!" Ruby hissed.

Sarah continued to build her little castle.

"Yeah!" Mariana cheered, "Willy hasn't let me see his peepee yet, and I want answers!"

"Honey, you're fourteen," Sophie cooed, brushing Mariana's sand-filled hair away from her face.

Mariana huffed and continued playing in the sand with Sarah. "Whatever..."

"Once I find him, I'm never letting him walk again!" Brody hissed, gripping her hands tight. "Hand me the strap!"

"Woah there," Louis said, slightly shaky, "Don't pull out the nine..."

"Not a gun, idiot," Violet muttered.

"...Then what..."

"Marlon is so dead!"

Clementine stepped in front of her, "I need girl talk," She blurted, and everyone could've sworn the entire beach went silent.

Brody blinked, holding onto her sunhat. "...Huh?" She noised, and her sunglasses almost fell from her face.

Clementine rubbed her arm. "Girl talk," She repeated, and she glared at Louis who started whistling, "...About..." Clementine closed her eyes, "...Sex," She whispered.

Brody mistook her anxiousness from the topic rather than the horrid way she drove Brody out of her enraged state. "Oh!" Brody brightened, "About time!"

Clementine held back a yelp as Brody grabbed her arm and began dragging her away. "Girls!" She yapped, and everyone looked up at her, "Code S, A, B are an order!"

Violet groaned.

The twins both sprang into action.

Sarah yipped in surprise, and Ruby gave a firm nod.

Mariana began kicking Louis out of the premises, and Ava stood, pulling out a butt-plug.

"Keep that hidden, Ava, not yet!" Brody hissed, and Ava straightened with a salute, following her commander's orders.

Clementine had no idea what was going on. "Wait, what—"

"Babe! I'm being sexually assaulted!" Louis whined, covering his butt as Mariana continued to kick and poke behind him with a stick she mysteriously pulled out of her ass crack.

"Get out of here you dumb animal! Shoo, shoo! We are going to talk about the sex, and you can't know the secret helicopter technique!"

"The what!?"

"Onward," Brody pointed to the hotel area, "Screw my birthday, we're helping Clementine get laid tonight!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Everyone chorused.

Violet rubbed her temples, grumbling obscenities.

Meanwhile, stalked away and with a stick given to her by a now retreating Mariana, Clementine pondered, wondering if today was her death day.

"Alright, Clem," Brody smiled at her, freckles straining in red from the sun, "First thing's first. Nice bikini."

The group of girls voiced their agreement.

"Secondly," Brody cleared her throat, "You're getting laid."

Clementine choked.

"Tonight."

"You guys are mean!" The girls all heard from the back, a voice distinctly like Louis.

The girls turned. "Shut up! Make me a sandwich!"

Louis meeped.

Here we go...

[. . .]

"Dude..." Mitch placed both hands on his hips. "The hell happened to you?"

Louis rubbed the red welts on his side, pouting. "Got harassed by a fourteen-year-old..."

"Harsh," Aasim put in, disinterested.

"What happened to the girls?" Gabe asked, looking around anxiously.

Omar pulled out his phone. Skimming his eyes as he thumbed the screen, he set down his basket hiding Brody's birthday cake. "At the hotel," He answered.

"Why?" Willy made a face, "We're not goin' there 'till later, right?" He looked over at his brother who shrugged.

Duck groaned. "Again!? I wanna see Sophie! This is damn stupid!" He complained, rolling over the pink towel he knew belonged to her.

Marlon breathed a sigh of relief. "Not that I'm complaining... But why?" He asked his best friend, wiping his sweaty brow with his free hand. His other hand carried a gift rather too large, and nobody dared tell Louis what it was. Louis would be scared shitless.

Louis sighed. "Girl talk."

"Girl talk?" Aasim wrinkled his face.

"Of course," Omar nodded. "We did ask them to distract, did we not?"

"I mean, yeah, but... Girl talk?" Mitch gagged. "I'd rather put my dick in a chicken."

"That's hella sus."

"You'd put your dick in a chicken regardless," Marlon deadpanned.

"No cap," Gabe said.

Aasim glared at his book. "You guys can't ever go a day without talking about your dicks, can you..."

"Maybe if you guys butt-fucked me as I wanted, this conversation wouldn't be happening," Mitch joked.

"Just ask Sarah."

"I could do it."

"Duck, no."

"Anyway," Aasim closed his book, glaring at the poor idiots he called friends, "They're gone. We have the gift. And everything's settled. There isn't anything else we need to do?"

"Nah," Marlon said.

There was relief among the men.

"Thank god," Willy grumbled.

"You said it," Gabe agreed.

Louis fiddled with his fingers. "Maybe one," His tiny voice pitched, and the boys swerved at him.

"Now what?" Marlon whined, falling on the sand as Omar reached for the gift in time before it got smooshed by Marlon's carelessness. Not that it could, but it could do without the sand.

Aasim narrowed his eyes. "You didn't do anything to upset Clementine, did you?"

Gabe swallowed. "Oh god..."

"No," Louis said. "I'm too pretty for that!"

"Okay good," Mitch nodded. "Because if you did, you're on your own. She'll murder us in one second."

"I give it one nano-second, tops."

Willy threw sand everywhere, annoying Omar who bonked his head. "I give it a microscope." He said, rubbing at the skull.

"That's an object, Willy," Aasim grumbled.

Marlon lifted his sand-covered face to look at his brother. "So what is it, then?" He asked, rubbing off the specks.

Louis blushed a tad, and the boys all looked at each other knowingly.

"Apparently," Louis began, rubbing his head with a nervous chuckle, "I have a dick appointment."

Ah. There it was.

[. . .]

A/N: SONG TIME! Candy Paint by Ty Fontaine really got me groovin' while I was writing this! It was just so good... Ugh, it was like opening my eyes for the first time. I feel like Candy Paint would be something Louis would sing if he were a popular pop star seeing Clementine in the crowd. Now, wouldn't that be a cool story... I mean huh?

Not me listening to Lil Nas X. MONTERO? The song is bussin'.

Toodles~

Ana.