Babysitting Blues

You Big Goof

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With Nicola successfully changed, Chris could now figure out to get the gum out of Carlos' hair. It wouldn't look very good, but his boyfriend would have to deal with it.

"Hold this," Chris shoved a bag of ice into Carlos' hand. "Hold this to the back of your head," He could hear Michael fighting with Bianca.

"Why?" Carlos called.

"Michael, drop your sister's doll!" Chris called, wondering how he could get the gum out of Carlos' hair while dealing with the kids. "Bi, come sit with me."

"What is the ice for?" Carlos asked. Chris sighed.

"It freezes the gum, making it hard." Chris explained. "You've got a lot of hair," Carlos rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's horribly obvious statement. "Where's the peanut butter?"

"Peanut Butter?" Carlito sounded horrified. Chris nodded. How could he explain what the peanut butter was for? "What are you going to do? Make a sandwich on my head?"

"The oil eats through the gum," Chris explained. "You'll have to shower afterwards, but you needed to shower anyone," Bianca handed him the peanut butter.

"What do you mean?" Carlos asked. Had Chris just insulted him?

"You didn't shower before we left the hotel room," Chris muttered, smearing peanut butter in his hair. "Give this five minutes. I'll be right back,"

Sitting silently, Carlos couldn't help but feel as if more goo was being added to his head. Why did he feel like that? What was going on?

Maybe it was just the peanut butter working.

Chris showed up close to an hour later. Carlos was never gladder to see him. That is until he saw the strange look on his face.

"Oh no!" Chris exclaimed. He ran his hand over Carlos' head. "Jelly!" Carlos jumped up. Jelly? Was Chris crazy? "There's dried jelly in your hair!"

"What do you mean?" Carlos muttered, unable to figure it out. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bianca, looking at the ground.

"I thought the peanut butter would be lonely!" she exclaimed. Slowly bringing his hand into contact with his head, he stifled a gasp.

His hair was matted with grape jelly.

"It's dry. It's sticky. We're going to have to go to town. You're going to need to shave your head"

"Shave my head?" Carlos was horrified. "Are you crazy, You Big Goof?"

"You're not going to have much choice. Why don't you go and I'll stay with the kids?"

Carlos was mortified. Why did he have to shave his head? What would people say? Would he lose his job? After all, his hair was his trademark.

"All done!" The barber exclaimed, turning the chair. Carlos faced the mirror. Horrified, he ran his hand against soft skin. "Next time, be careful."

Carlos was shocked. He was bald! What could he do? Chris was going to laugh! That would have been one shot Carlos' pride would be unable to handle.

Driving through town, Carlos was furious. His cell phone chirped. He thought it was Chris, calling to see how his haircut was, but he didn't feel like answering.

Pulling up to the house, he was mortified to see a dark red pick up truck. He knew that truck. It belonged to Paul and Kurt, their good friends who had been terrorized by the kids. Why did he have to face them now?

"Carly, you can come out now," Chris murmured, kneeling by the door. "It's just Paul and Kurt. You probably don't look that bad," Carlos stepped out of the car. Removing his hat, he glanced up at Chris. Struggling not to snicker, his eyes began to water.

"You laugh, I got a headache for the next month and a half," Carlos growled. Chris looked at him innocently.
"You wouldn't last a day!"

"Ask me the longest I've gone,"

"What? A day?"

"SIX months,"

"No way!"

"Way,"

"Not possible,"

"It was Booker! He wanted to make that horse of a wife jealous."

"By dating you?"

Carlos wasn't in the mood for Chris' games. He loved him dearly, but the other man just annoyed him. What was he supposed to do?

Then, Chris laughed.

"Consider yourself cut off Mister! In fact, you're sleeping on the couch tonight!"

Carlos ran inside, beyond furious. Tears may have been burning his eyes. He didn't know. He's didn't care. He was embarrassed. He was angry.

Most of all, he was hurt.

He and Chris were usually empathic when it came to each other. There had been times when across a crowded room, Carlos had sensed Chris' annoyance, and had pulled him away from Candice's rather graphic talks about her sex life. On more than one occasion, he had pulled Chris away from Cena's advances.

"I'm sorry I laughed," His deep voice pierced through Carlos' thoughts. "Don't be mad."

"Why not?"

"Because I love you!" Chris exclaimed. "I'm sorry I laughed at you. I love you more than you'll ever know." He sat beside Carlos and took his hand. "You don't look half bad,"

"I look like a Puerto Rican Austin!" he exclaimed. "You Big Goof, you're still sleeping on the couch,"

"Fine,"

"Aww, how sweet!" Carlos glanced up. Standing above them was Kurt Angle, holding Nicola.

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