There was a knock on the door.
"Hey, dude. I'm here." the English girl said.
Justin opened the door and saw Ashley standing there. She was wearing a sexy outfit, revealing more skin than covering it.
"Ashley! Why are you naked? Get inside." he screamed.
"Relax, bro. Nobody's around. Even if somebody was, who cares?"
He frowned. As much as she liked to turn everything into a joke, she was a bit naive about the crime that went on in Commotion City. She would be an easy target for abduction.
"W-Whatever! Just come inside before someone sees you."
She walked in. He was happy about tonight but still, walking outside with not enough coverage was a bad idea in that place.
"What? No flowers? No candles?" she said, slightly taunting him.
"This isn't a funeral, Ashley." he said, joking back.
"Ha! You're such a weirdo. So, are you ready to have one last sexual release before you throw it all away?"
This kind of aggravated him. "Ashley, I'm not throwing sex away. Me and Tiffany will have sex every now and then."
"Nah, bro. She'll only have sex with you to make a baby and dump your ass. Then, you'll be stuck paying child support for 18 years."
It was kind of obvious she wasn't joking this time.
"Ashley, did you come here to fuck me or fuck with me? It's hard to tell."
"A little bit of both. You're giving up the playboy lifestyle for some random blonde girl that wants your money."
He was starting to get very aggravated. "Either we can do it or you can get out."
"Chill the fuck out, dude! I'm not trying to be toxic. I'm trying to save you from the burdens of marriage."
"Marriage isn't a burden. You almost got married but turned it down. You wouldn't know what marriage is actually like."
"Whatever. Do you want me to beat your ass? Or do you want me to violate your ass? Pick one."
She went from irritating to flirty. He chose the second option.
"Let's just get it over with. Satisfy me, bitch!" he said, completely embracing the sex he was about to have.
They got into bed and started. There was nothing but the sounds of a bed squeaking and moaning throughout the house. Lailani and Momo heard it, getting the feeling of disgust and discomfort.
They kept on for a good hour. They finally got done and cuddled for a bit.
"I'm so glad you came by, Ashley." he said, admitting his emotions.
"No problem, dude. Glad I could be of service." she replied.
He then started to think about his decision. Was being committed really the best choice?
"So, do you think showing commitment is really that bad?" he asked in a sincere tone.
"Honestly, don't ask me. It varies with different people. And even if I did taunt you about it earlier, I'm actually happy for you. I just hope you and Tiffany stay together until you're both old."
He smiled at this. Reminded him of those movies where the couple stays married for 60 years.
"Do you respect my decision, at least?" he asked.
"Justin, I respect everything about you. You're a genuine guy and can take a joke, most of the time, at least. I've met many snowflakes that get offended by every joke. I could say turkey breast and someone would assume I'm being sexist."
He chuckled. This was definitely relevant to him. It's happened before.
"Tell me about it. I could sing a song about putting my penis in the toaster and people would think I'm being homophobic."
She laughed. "You've got a crazy imagination, bro. That's what I like about you. Some people would think you're mentally insane, but I don't. You're just overly eccentric."
She was right about that. People have made accusations about him and his personality. But, he wasn't mentally insane. Yes, he had mental issues but if he said he would beat up a child, he would never act on it.
"So, would you ever reconsider commitment?" he asked.
Ashley paused. This was a big question.
"Uh... Why?" she asked, feeling a bit of discomfort.
"I don't know. I just feel like you'd make a great wife and perfect mother. With the jokes you make and charming attitude you have, you'd be the perfect woman."
"You're getting a bit too comfortable, man. Chill out with that." she said.
Justin felt discouraged. But, he figured he'd drop it before she got upset.
"So, who else do you bang every week besides me?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
Ashley laughed. "Oh fuck off! You don't need to know that."
"Ha, yeah. I don't. I'm just curious of who the other lucky bastards are that get to experience your pussy every other week."
"All you need to know is that they're all different races. One is from Spain, one is from the hood, and the other is a complete nerd. I only fuck him to make him feel wanted."
He paused. The vague descriptions of those guys sounded familiar.
"Can you give me a description of these men?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure. The Spanish guy has blonde/tan hair, cross-eyed, and has insanely red lips. The guy from the hood is a bit fat for me, wears black glasses, and has a beanie on his head. And the nerd is also kinda fat, covered in pimples, and has very thick glasses."
"Uh.." he said, kind of knowing who these guys were.
"What?" she asked.
"Are these guys named Pablo, Simon, and Jeremy?" he asked.
"Holy shit! Yeah. Well, I know Pablo and Simon. I'm not sure who Jeremy is though."
"He also goes by the name Biggie J."
"Ah, that's it. Do you know these guys?"
"Yeah. Pablo is my friend Vinnie's adopted brother. He's kind of a prick and is actually from the UK. He just poses as a Spanish person. Biggie is my friend Earl's brother. He's always involved with gang wars and eating fast food. As for Simon, he's an acquaintance of mine. He's autistic and gets bullied at his office job."
"Bro, this is so weird. I guess the world is small, isn't it?"
"Yeah. But, I'd be careful around Pablo, if I were you. He's a master manipulator. He tried to talk his way into Kyanna's heart. Thankfully, Nora knew he was a hoax and they split up."
"Oh damn. When did that happen?" she asked.
"A couple of months ago. He was literally trying to be a smooth talker but ultimately failed."
"Really? Me and him have been banging each other for almost 8 months. He tried to get married behind my back?"
"That doesn't surprise me. He's the type to get married to a woman but have a second life with another woman behind her back."
"Weak, dude. I think I need to have a chat with him."
"If you do, don't tell him that I told you that."
"Don't worry, I won't. But, what about Biggie or Simon? Is there anything I need to watch out for?"
"Not really. Biggie likes food too much but wouldn't offer any to anyone else. He wouldn't make you fat. And as for Simon, just be nice to him. It's hard for autistic people to find a decent woman in their life."
Ashley nodded. It gave her a lot to think about.
"Well, thanks for the info, Justin. I'm glad you at least told me that you were planning on being committed to someone else before and not during."
"He didn't tell you, period."
"Yeah. True. But, I need to get going. Even if you and Tiffany become soulmates, don't be a stranger. I don't just give my number out to anyone, ya know?"
He smiled. "Of course, Ashley. I'll keep in touch with you. Heck, even if things don't work out between me and her, you'd be the first person I'd call."
"I appreciate it. Later, Sweet Cheeks." she said. She kissed him on the cheek and left. This was a great last time with him and her. But, December 22nd was near. He would admit his feelings for Tiffany that day. Yeah, it was kind of cheesy showing commitment on the girl's birthday, but who cares?