Trust on you.
So this is the thing: Lacy and I have to walk along the wide alleys of the mall buying the stuff my stupid father wants for the party. Lacy walks at my right while I push the stupid shopping cart, and I wouldn't mind, but this bloody thing keeps leaning to the left every time I push it, thanks to that I've crashed with the shelves more than once, and thanks to that we can't go any faster. I can't remember where I read this, but some people found out that, indeed, they do this on purpose so people take more time and buy more stuff. And that's just one little thing, those bastards do a lot of things so you buy their products, and I don't want to sound like one of those idiots who believe in conspiracies, but truth be told we're just their lab rats, dancing at the sound of the government and the corporations. The other truth is that, even for lab rats, we're too spoiled. Tell me something: would you change your videogames, the fast food and the internet, for total freedom? Hell no. Those pro-lgbt, vegans, feminist, red-pilled, they're all hypocrites; complaining about slavery through their brand new IPhones, or protesting against climate change while going from city to city, state to state on their fossil fuel consuming machines.
And why I'm thinking that pseudo-philosophic shit? Because is either focusing on the illuminati/reptilian conspiracy (Lizy would love that), or focusing on the beautiful girl walking with me.
We haven't say a single word since aunt Lynn pushed her against me… that was awkward, it really was.
Because…. You know what? It's time to play my cards, it's time to be honest, it's time to… accept the reason why my sisters hate me is because I don't want to fuck them.
Well, there is it, It's finally off my chest, and it feels good man, but you already knew that, don't you? My elder sisters wish to take me to their beds, and not precisely to sleep.
There are only two possibilities: you can be happy for me for being strong, or you can make fun of Lemy, the big gay idiot, because I know what you're thinking: Who in their right mind would reject an harem full of beautiful girls who only want you to fuck their brains out? We both know the answer: a faggot.
And, I'd rather be gay, honestly; that way I would have a valid reason, you know, Sorry Lupa, but I like to swing for the other team. Damn, I'm sure if I was gay they would adore me; they would drag me to their talks and their girls meetings, and they would even get me a boyfriend or something. Besides if I was gay it would be easier to reject them, because man, if my mind want to see them just as my sisters is one thing, but my body… I've told you, it is like a whisper, and do you know what it says? It tells me to do it, it is screaming to me to fuck Lacy, to have sex with Lupa, to make love to Liby and to punish Leia for being a bad girl.
That's the truth, the fucking truth, I have to tie myself so I don't give in, and it's hard, but I've found things that help me; weed is one of them, fixing old stuff is another. However Lizy and Lulu are the strongest reason; they really help me to focus, and like every teen I can trust on the old reliable: a good fap, that's what internet was made for. Connecting people? Pff, that's bullshit. Internet exists only and just for porn and everyone knows it. And yes, there are some ways to keep that little voce inside me shut.
But who helps me the most is Lyra; she's my stone, my light in the dark. She understands me, she knows I don't want to give in because I deny the pleasure, and she supports me and she's with me in this rebellion against our nature. Her reasons to not fall in the claws of incest are different than mine; she's refuses to add more sins to our existence and clean the Loud name before the eyes of god. She really believes in him and… I've told you, I believe in Lyra. Yes, our reasons are different; our strength comes from different places, her conviction holds to an invisible and merciful god, mine holds to a brown haired goddess who plays the cello.
That's how it is. Now I'm walking with my sister and instead of laugh or argue like normal siblings would, we have to resist the silence. I'd like to talk and fool around like we used to do in the past, before the summer started. It was so funny man, you should have seen us; we all were so close you couldn't tell where one ended and the other started.
I miss that, I miss it a lot. I could try to talk to her and fix everything, but… even the most loyal dog can get tired of being abused, so fuck it. Let's play a game: The first one on talk loses, and you know? I don't like to lose.
Lemy pushed the shopping cart, rushing his pace so they could finish this quick and he could go and see Lina; maybe this time he can say hello and kiss her cheek and-
I know man, I know I won't do it, but a boy can dream.
He observed the food on the shelves; they all were spices; looks like the tribal chief is making Italian food, and that shit need a lot of them.
"We need black pepper, and something called turmeric." Lacy said. Her voice was soft and sounded nervous, something really weird if you take into account she's a cheerleader at school.
Score for Lemy.
He stopped the cart and searched among millions of jars full of colorful powders. This place was known because it had some of the strongest spices; some of them had to be contained on a special shelf with glass doors and if you wanted one, an employee had to pick it for you with latex gloves and a mask over him, then he'd place it on a Ziploc bag for you.
Damn, there are a lot of jars and… Oh look, there's the oregano. Lemy could tell the difference between weed and oregano a mile away without even smell it; he's been fooled a thousand times in the past he was now an expert. There's nothing worse than paying twenty bucks for a few grams of oregano.
Now he just buys his stuff by nickels, dimes and dubs, that way he can choose the quality of the weed and not be fooled. It usually was a dime of Blue Dragon, and Lupa loved the White Widow. But man, for a dime of Blue Dragon you could get five good grams, and for one of the precious White Widow or the Mythic Critical, they barely give you a gram. No chance in hell man, Lemy liked good shit, but money doesn't, like, grow on trees, you know?
Speaking of… yesterday he smoked his last joint, so he would have to buy some more supplies soon. Well, there you have another reason to finish this as soon as possible.
Lemy found the black pepper easily, just a few more and...
What was the other spice?
That's why you don't think about weed while doing something that requires your attention, and when looking among thousands of colorful jars, it's easy to grab the wrong thing thinking you have the right one.
He turned to ask Lacy, but what he saw instead left him speechless; Lacy, his big sister, jumping to reach an orange jar from the top shelf but failing every time. He couldn't help but smile, and decided to enjoy the view. It was funny to see her fighting against her short height (thanks a lot Aunt Lynn). Lacy can jump really high, she was chosen to be part of the cheerleader club for a reason, yet she couldn't reach a jar from a shelf.
Lemy walked and reached the jar with ease, and gave it to his sister.
Lacy looked down with a noticeable blush on her face. Brother, he looked cute.
She looked up just to see him, just like she's been doing for six months. Maybe smoking weed makes you taller, and I'm really tall, you know?
For a moment they gazed at each other, her beautiful brown eyes beamed against his deep green eyes…and then looked away. They weren't oblivious to the horrible truth that raised a wall between them.
Lemy decided to stick with his plan of finishing fast so he can leave. He took the cart and started to walk.
"Remember when we used to ride on the cart and Lyra and Lupa pushed us around the place?" Her voice sounded regretful and nervous, she's pushing herself just to talk with him; she's throwing a lifesaver though, and Lemy have to take it, or maybe it's the other way and she is the one who must take it.
"Of course I remember, it was the funniest thing; Aunt Lori and Aunt Lola would always get mad at us, mom liked to bet with Aunt Lana, and your mom always yelled Lupa to go faster…"
Lacy looked up, and Lemy could swear she had tears in her eyes. She quickly looks away and starts laughing. Lemy does the same, and she laughs even harder. Suddenly both of them burst in laugher. The people around looked at them as if they were crazy, and you know what? Maybe they are.
"Careful! Step aside! Excuse me!" Lacy yells to the people in the supermarket as she grabs thing after thing. The people just let them pass; she was on the cart, and Lemy pushed her.
Lemy looks happy; he going so fast his hair is revolting as the air hit his face. Lacy laughs as she holds to the cart approaching a turn; her short height allows her to fit inside even when it is full of groceries.
"What's next?" Lemy asked.
"We need tomato sauce and pasta." Lacy responded. "Turn left!"
"Then there we go, hold tight!" Lemy hit the gas and ran even faster; the people around jumped and took their carts out of the way, some of them even tripped to the floor.
Lemy eventually stopped, the reached their destination.
"Alright lady, here we are. Would you like to get out the vehicle?" Lemy offered his hand and bowed in front of her.
"Why thank you. You're such a gentleman."
She took his hand and in one jump she gets out of the cart.
"You know if we keep playing around we're gonna be kicked out of the store, don't you?" He said while looking for the pasta to make lasagna.
"Are you scared?"
"Of course not, but I don't want to ruin Loan's dinner, tell me where to get that thing or else we're going to be kicked out."
"Loan doesn't care about the food; all she cares about are her videogames."
"Maybe you're right, but I don't want to risk it."
Lacy smiled; her face blushed.
"Alright, we're going slower, but don't think I don't want to ride on the cart again."
They both laugh happily.
Suddenly, a dead silence fell upon them; this time it is not awkward, this time it's melancholic.
"So… How are you?" Lemy asked nervously.
"Good, I guess. I been practicing and training in the mornings with mom; I want to be named captain this year. Since Rochelle left there's a vacant.
"Come on, your mom is the trainer, isn't that cheating?" He teased her.
Her face blushed harder; it grew redder that it was before.
"Ha, you know how demanding she can be; she makes me work two times harder than the others. Besides, I want to earn the right to be captain, not get it by someone else."
"You're the best; you'll do it for sure."
Her face was as red as the tomato sauce jar in the cart.
"And you… how've you been? Well, I know we've been a little… I mean…"
"I'm okay, don't worry."
"How's your arm?"
He lifted the sleeve of his shirt, showing his white skin wound-free.
"Lulu licked me and the wound healed. That girl is full of surprises."
"Yeah, once I saw her walking on the roof. It scared me."
Again, a silence fell upon them.
"Well, let's keep going, I want to finish fast, I'm hungry." He said, breaking the silence.
A few minutes passed and they arrived at the fast food section; they sat on a table and waited for their food. The warm august sunlight fell upon them warming their skin; his hair shone bright, while hers floated with the breeze.
The groceries rested on the floor near their table; all they had to do to was buy the cake and that'd be it, he would have the rest of the day to himself, and he knew exactly what he wanted.
A couple of minutes passed again and none of them said a single word, they just sat in silence looking for the first thing they could find to avoid talking.
It is hard man; we haven't talk to each other for a month except for arguing or making fun of each other, so don't expect us to magically talk as best friends. Don't get the wrong idea, I'm happy Lacy is talking to me again, and that's something I must celebrate; for this time the food's on me.
Lacy is looking at her hands while play with her fingers.
"So, are you ready to go back to school?"
"I guess. It will be hard without Lupa."
"I know. I will miss her too. But on the bright side, now she will take care of Liby at high school; one less reason to worry about."
"I know, but… Liby must learn to take care of herself."
"Why are you all mad?" He asked, getting her attention.
"We're not." Lacy looked away. This is getting long man, soon he will forget his sister's eye color if she keep evading him.
"Seriously Lacy, you three are always together, and today you didn't even sit in the same row. You think I'm a fool?"
"I don't think so; I know you're a fool." She teased. He didn't notice, but she was dying to change the topic.
"Come on, you can tell me."
"No, I can't."
Lemy sighed.
At least he tried.
"Fine, don't tell me. But whatever it is I'm sure it's not worth it to be mad at them. You're sisters, and remember; we are everything we have."
"I know, and I know we've failed you, but you've failed us too." Lacy looked at him longing.
"I know… I know I let you down but… I can't, Lacy."
"Why? Are we not beautiful enough?"
"It's not that Lacy, don't ever think it's that; you all are beautiful, anyone would be lucky to be with you."
"Then, why you don't want?"
"Because you all deserve better."
"There's nobody better than you; you know how everyone see us. The boys who don't think we're gross think we're whores they can use whenever they want."
"But it won't be like that for ever, just look at Lyra or Leia; they study away from here. We will leave Michigan and we will meet people who won't know who we are. You will meet other boys, nice boys. The world can't be full of assholes."
"But it is, they all are the same, they all are bastards trying to hurt us. Just you and dad love us for real, only you two deserve us."
Why did she have to mention him…?
"Lacy, if there's someone in the world who doesn't deserve you… is him."
Lacy frowned and looked at him.
"Don't say that about dad, he's good and he loves us."
"That's not love, Lacy, it is not. You shouldn't… not with him…"
"I shouldn't… what?" Lacy challenged him with her stare.
"You know… You shouldn't… sleep with him." Lemy feels like he bit a lemon. The taste in his mouth is so bitter he thanks he didn't eat this morning because if he had he'd throw up. Thinking about his father raping Lacy made him sick.
"Why not? You don't want to do us, so…"
"Come on Lacy, you're better than this… I don't want… He shouldn't…" Lemy choked with his own words.
"You don't want… what? You don't want him to touch me? Are you jealous?"
"Of course not, it's just that you're so young…you are so important, so special to me…"
Lacy is taken aback, her cheeks blushed fiercely.
"So if it hurts you that bad that… I do that with dad… then why don't you take me?"
"I can't." Lemy looked at the sky, using everything in his will to keep his tears from coming out.
"Yes, you can."
"No Lacy, I really can't."
"It's Lyra, isn't it? You and she have already…." Lacy's voice broke down just by thinking about it. "Only she's enough for you...he, I don't blame you, she's Miss perfect, it's only normal that you choose her."
"Lyra would never do something like that! And I would never do something like that to her!" Lemy snapped. He smashed the table with both fists, and everyone around them turned their heads.
What are you looking at idiots? Go back to your food, bunch of retards. Lemy kill them with his glare, some of them get the message.
Lacy cringed, surprised for her brother's suddenly burst. That's one part of Lemy, a part only the bullies at the school have seen. A cold, fierce Lemy defending what he loves the most.
She recovered and tried to respond when a young woman interrupt them with fear, and give them their food. Hamburgers and fries for everyone.
They ate in silence; Lemy lost his appetite a few minutes ago, but he ate anyways because if not he will pass out. Remember the migraine I talked about this morning? Well, here it is with its full power.
They finish eating. Lemy paid the bill and took the bags.
"I'll take this to Vanzilla, and after that I'll take care of some business."
"We still need to go for the cake, or you don't want to do that with me neither?"
"I'll see you at the bakery in one hour."
"But mom said…" Lacy lift her hand trying to hold Lemy's shirt. The boy moves away, and the little brown haired girl looked down defeated.
"I said, I have things to do."
Lemy storms out of the place.
Arriving to Vanzilla, he looked for the extra key hidden under the vehicle, and left all the groceries inside. He closes the vehicle and lay against the door. He covers his face and let out a heavy sigh.
Shit shit shit! Why did everything have to go that way? We were having fun and look at me now. I shouldn't have said those things. Lacy was right; what right did I have to tell her not to give herself to her father when I rejected her? What right did I have to make my sisters jealous when I can't return their feelings?
But man, the sole thought of that guy having sex with his sisters was eating him alive.
Remember when I told you I've spent the vast majority of my life running away? Well, whenever my sisters "get in the mood" and look for dad, whenever they get into his private studio all dressed and ready to have some action, I run away, I can't stay… I can't… I can't resist when they scream his name. I've heard my aunts screaming his name… Fuck I've even heard my own mother scream his name while cumming hard in his fucking arms. But come now, I'm not the only one who have heard his parents having sex, I can't change that.
But I could never resist hearing Liby, Lacy, or even Leia screaming his name, and definitely not Lupa. Hear him making them moan and screaming his name… That would hurt.
Lemy holds his head; it feels like it is about to explode, the migraine is so strong he can feel his brain palpitating, and he's starting to see tiny dots of light in the air. He's really angry.
Man, I regret all the things I said to Lacy, I've told you it is not her fault, but she shouldn't have said those things about Lyra, she shouldn't have messed with Lyra, not with her, Lyra is…. Lyra is sacred, untouchable. No one, and I repeat, no one can mess with her.
I'll tell you something man, and please don't tell the others, okay? You and I have met for quite some time now; I think I can trust you.
Lincoln Loud can have his harem composed by his sisters and his daughters and he can spend the entire day fucking them; you know something, they seem to want it too. Well, he can have them, but he can't have Lyra; if he ever touches her, if that guy ever dares to touch a single hair with lewd intentions...I'll kill him. I'll fucking kill him. That's why I run away when Lupa, Lacy and Leia play with daddy, because it's better them, (don't get me wrong, it hurts too), than Lyra.
I'm pathetic, I know.
He watched the parking lot; his breath was slow and huskily. There weren't too many cars in sight. Good.
Remember I said something about refilling my weed supplies? Well, in certain basement of certain mall there's certain person who sells certain product.
So let's go for it man, I'm about to have a stroke.
Lemy descended using the elevator; the pain was too much to bear, if he didn't smoke something soon he'd have a real stroke, and the elevator music wasn't helping either. After reaching the basement, he walked to the farthest corner; the place was exclusive for staff: managers, security, employees, so it was kind of empty.
As he walked further the light dimmed, getting almost dark at one point; there were lamps, but none of them worked. What a coincidence.
He waited a couple of minutes, until a girl with pale skin, short blue hair and tattoos all over her arms and legs came out of nowhere. She was damn sexy, wearing a very short mini skirt and a sleeveless blouse that showed her belly.
This girl is new, last time it was a big, black man so fat needed a whole parking slot just for his ass.
"Hello kid, are you lost?" she mocked.
Lemy is not in the mood for that shit.
"Gimme a dub of Blue Dragon and a dime of Critical Plus."
"You want a dime of twenty or ten?" she looked at him, suppressing a chuckle.
"The fuck are you talkin' about? A dime is a dime. If you don't how much is it, then it's obvious you don't have what I'm looking for."
He was about to turn and leave, but the girl stopped him.
"Wait kid, I was testing you. You look young, but you seem to know what you're talking about. Gimme the money."
Lemy annoyed handed the money to the girl.
Our boi lies against one of the cars and watches as the sexy girl takes something out from a black Mustang; he wants a Mustang like that, but in red. Maybe once he moved out of this city and the demons that haunt him, he'd have one.
The girl comes back and gets so close to him he has to take step back, cornering himself against the car. She stared at him, so close Lemy thinks she's counting his freckles.
"You're cute kid, and you have fine tastes." She lifted the bags with the magic plants. "Fat Mike will arrive in one hour, why don't you wait for me and we can go to my house to blaze some?"
Lemy snatched the stuff and put it into his pocket.
"No thanks, I have things to do."
"Come on handsome, have you ever had a taste of angel powder? Those are the major leagues, or we can smoke some crystal, that'll be on the house."
He felt a shiver down his spine, and that tickling on his groin again. He felt hot, as if his heart was pumping fire instead of blood; one part of him wanted to do it, he wanted to see how far she was willing to go. The girl must be around twenty-four so that's not bad, and hey, she's hot.
But as you know, I'm not new at this. This was obviously a bait to take me into stronger shit like coke, crystal, or the boogeyman of the drugs: heroin. No way, I'm loyal to Mary Jane, our relationship is serious. We're not married, but we live together in the same apartment, something like that.
Now, let's say this woman actually wants to take me to her bed, so… what now? Should I play lottery where I could get Gonorrhea or AIDS? No thanks.
But above all the things, above everything, was Lina, remember; the girl with silver hair who trusts me? The girl I promised to see this afternoon? And I swear man; I'll go to that date even if I have to crawl my way over broken glass and molten steel.
"I really have some business to attend, but I'll go next time, I promise." He put his hands over her bare hips and gently pushes her away.
She looked at him with surprise, refusing to believe she was just rejected. A shadow of anger takes place on her face, but soon it was replaced by a predatory smile.
"Alright, cute boy, I'll let you go this time, but next time you will not escape. Besides, you owe me a date."
She put something in his pocket, but she's taking too long. She's looking for something, and it's not money.
In other circumstances I would be melting and maybe talking like an idiot, but I'm still angry man, and anger is like a shield. I can't feel anything; this girl could be naked and I wouldn't react.
He smiled at her and walked away. In the elevator, he took out his wallet, and then a peace of rolling paper from it. Today's special was Critical.
Nice name, isn't it? Don't be scared, Critical is more of a medicinal thing than recreational, it's really soft, but perfect to get rid of this migraine. In fact, it is one of Lupa's favorites. That girl has expensive tastes.
Hmm. Does she smoke a joint when she's done having sex?
Come on Lemy, stop thinking about that. Stop liking your wounds; you're just worsening the damage.
He walked to the third floor; he wanted to smoke before going to the music store. It was called "M is for Music". Didn't I tell you before? It is funny, isn't it?
Lemy lights the blunt and takes a drag as he watches the landscape; people getting in and out the mall unaware of the pain and the problems of the others. They say every mind is a world; well, my world is falling apart, but fuck, this shit is good. Soon everything will be okay and I will no longer feel pain. And this time I'm not talking about the migraine.
Lemy is getting into the zone: a state of calmness and serenity only weed can provide. Everything is perfect until his phone starts ringing.
He answers, this time not checking who is calling. Not that it matters.
"Hey."
"Hey Lemy Loud, are you close? We're waiting for you. Well… Mom is waiting for you, I don't…" Her voice is sweet and happy as always.
"Lina Sharp, just what the doctor prescribed. Yup, I'm close; I'm just taking a break."
Lina must have detected something in his voice.
"Lemy, are you okay?"
"As good as can be." His voice sounds sad and distant.
"Where are you?"
"Calm down, I'm okay, I just…"
"Where are you, Lemy?" Her worried voice broke his heart.
"The parking lot on the third floor. Just give me five minutes and I'll be there."
"Stay where you are, I'm going there right now."
"Okay, I'll stay here."
He ends the call and takes his phone to the pocket. Now he looks at the sky while the sweet, hypnotic smoke fills his lungs and his mind. For a moment, he wishes to transform into a bird and fly towards the blue summer sky as the sweet essence of autumn gets closer each passing day.
He's taken back to reality; the sound of footsteps coming from the entrance calls his attention. The door opens and Lina watches with horror at Lemy leaning too close to the edge; she ran and got close to him.
Lemy look at her with a stupid smile and offers her the cigarette. She snatches it from his hand and throws it to the floor. She looked at him for what seemed to be an eternity, and then hugs him, really, really tight.
Lemy froze, not knowing how to react. Maybe the weed hit harder than he thought, or maybe it is the scent of her hair what got him high.
"What's wrong, Lemy?"
"Nothing, I was just smoking…"
"Lemy, do you trust me?"
And Lemy finally breaks down. The last thing he wants now is look like a softie in front of Lina, but he can't help it. He felt something inside breaking down, and then he returns the hug, really, really tight, and starts to cry.
"I trust you."
Trust on you.
Raspberry Rock.
Trust on you.
So this is the thing: Lacy and I have to walk along the wide alleys of the mall buying the stuff my stupid father wants for the party. Lacy walks at my right while I push the stupid shopping cart, and I wouldn't mind, but this bloody thing keeps leaning to the left every time I push it, thanks to that I've crashed with the shelves more than once, and thanks to that we can't go any faster. I can't remember where I read this, but some people found out that, indeed, they do this on purpose so people take more time and buy more stuff. And that's just one little thing, those bastards do a lot of things so you buy their products, and I don't want to sound like one of those idiots who believe in conspiracies, but truth be told we're just their lab rats, dancing at the sound of the government and the corporations. The other truth is that, even for lab rats, we're too spoiled. Tell me something: would you change your videogames, the fast food and the internet, for total freedom? Hell no. Those pro-lgbt, vegans, feminist, red-pilled, they're all hypocrites; complaining about slavery through their brand new IPhones, or protesting against climate change while going from city to city, state to state on their fossil fuel consuming machines.
And why I'm thinking that pseudo-philosophic shit? Because is either focusing on the illuminati/reptilian conspiracy (Lizy would love that), or focusing on the beautiful girl walking with me.
We haven't say a single word since aunt Lynn pushed her against me… that was awkward, it really was.
Because…. You know what? It's time to play my cards, it's time to be honest, it's time to… accept the reason why my sisters hate me is because I don't want to fuck them.
Well, there is it, It's finally off my chest, and it feels good man, but you already knew that, don't you? My elder sisters wish to take me to their beds, and not precisely to sleep.
There are only two possibilities: you can be happy for me for being strong, or you can make fun of Lemy, the big gay idiot, because I know what you're thinking: Who in their right mind would reject an harem full of beautiful girls who only want you to fuck their brains out? We both know the answer: a faggot.
And, I'd rather be gay, honestly; that way I would have a valid reason, you know, Sorry Lupa, but I like to swing for the other team. Damn, I'm sure if I was gay they would adore me; they would drag me to their talks and their girls meetings, and they would even get me a boyfriend or something. Besides if I was gay it would be easier to reject them, because man, if my mind want to see them just as my sisters is one thing, but my body… I've told you, it is like a whisper, and do you know what it says? It tells me to do it, it is screaming to me to fuck Lacy, to have sex with Lupa, to make love to Liby and to punish Leia for being a bad girl.
That's the truth, the fucking truth, I have to tie myself so I don't give in, and it's hard, but I've found things that help me; weed is one of them, fixing old stuff is another. However Lizy and Lulu are the strongest reason; they really help me to focus, and like every teen I can trust on the old reliable: a good fap, that's what internet was made for. Connecting people? Pff, that's bullshit. Internet exists only and just for porn and everyone knows it. And yes, there are some ways to keep that little voce inside me shut.
But who helps me the most is Lyra; she's my stone, my light in the dark. She understands me, she knows I don't want to give in because I deny the pleasure, and she supports me and she's with me in this rebellion against our nature. Her reasons to not fall in the claws of incest are different than mine; she's refuses to add more sins to our existence and clean the Loud name before the eyes of god. She really believes in him and… I've told you, I believe in Lyra. Yes, our reasons are different; our strength comes from different places, her conviction holds to an invisible and merciful god, mine holds to a brown haired goddess who plays the cello.
That's how it is. Now I'm walking with my sister and instead of laugh or argue like normal siblings would, we have to resist the silence. I'd like to talk and fool around like we used to do in the past, before the summer started. It was so funny man, you should have seen us; we all were so close you couldn't tell where one ended and the other started.
I miss that, I miss it a lot. I could try to talk to her and fix everything, but… even the most loyal dog can get tired of being abused, so fuck it. Let's play a game: The first one on talk loses, and you know? I don't like to lose.
Lemy pushed the shopping cart, rushing his pace so they could finish this quick and he could go and see Lina; maybe this time he can say hello and kiss her cheek and-
I know man, I know I won't do it, but a boy can dream.
He observed the food on the shelves; they all were spices; looks like the tribal chief is making Italian food, and that shit need a lot of them.
"We need black pepper, and something called turmeric." Lacy said. Her voice was soft and sounded nervous, something really weird if you take into account she's a cheerleader at school.
Score for Lemy.
He stopped the cart and searched among millions of jars full of colorful powders. This place was known because it had some of the strongest spices; some of them had to be contained on a special shelf with glass doors and if you wanted one, an employee had to pick it for you with latex gloves and a mask over him, then he'd place it on a Ziploc bag for you.
Damn, there are a lot of jars and… Oh look, there's the oregano. Lemy could tell the difference between weed and oregano a mile away without even smell it; he's been fooled a thousand times in the past he was now an expert. There's nothing worse than paying twenty bucks for a few grams of oregano.
Now he just buys his stuff by nickels, dimes and dubs, that way he can choose the quality of the weed and not be fooled. It usually was a dime of Blue Dragon, and Lupa loved the White Widow. But man, for a dime of Blue Dragon you could get five good grams, and for one of the precious White Widow or the Mythic Critical, they barely give you a gram. No chance in hell man, Lemy liked good shit, but money doesn't, like, grow on trees, you know?
Speaking of… yesterday he smoked his last joint, so he would have to buy some more supplies soon. Well, there you have another reason to finish this as soon as possible.
Lemy found the black pepper easily, just a few more and...
What was the other spice?
That's why you don't think about weed while doing something that requires your attention, and when looking among thousands of colorful jars, it's easy to grab the wrong thing thinking you have the right one.
He turned to ask Lacy, but what he saw instead left him speechless; Lacy, his big sister, jumping to reach an orange jar from the top shelf but failing every time. He couldn't help but smile, and decided to enjoy the view. It was funny to see her fighting against her short height (thanks a lot Aunt Lynn). Lacy can jump really high, she was chosen to be part of the cheerleader club for a reason, yet she couldn't reach a jar from a shelf.
Lemy walked and reached the jar with ease, and gave it to his sister.
Lacy looked down with a noticeable blush on her face. Brother, he looked cute.
She looked up just to see him, just like she's been doing for six months. Maybe smoking weed makes you taller, and I'm really tall, you know?
For a moment they gazed at each other, her beautiful brown eyes beamed against his deep green eyes…and then looked away. They weren't oblivious to the horrible truth that raised a wall between them.
Lemy decided to stick with his plan of finishing fast so he can leave. He took the cart and started to walk.
"Remember when we used to ride on the cart and Lyra and Lupa pushed us around the place?" Her voice sounded regretful and nervous, she's pushing herself just to talk with him; she's throwing a lifesaver though, and Lemy have to take it, or maybe it's the other way and she is the one who must take it.
"Of course I remember, it was the funniest thing; Aunt Lori and Aunt Lola would always get mad at us, mom liked to bet with Aunt Lana, and your mom always yelled Lupa to go faster…"
Lacy looked up, and Lemy could swear she had tears in her eyes. She quickly looks away and starts laughing. Lemy does the same, and she laughs even harder. Suddenly both of them burst in laugher. The people around looked at them as if they were crazy, and you know what? Maybe they are.
"Careful! Step aside! Excuse me!" Lacy yells to the people in the supermarket as she grabs thing after thing. The people just let them pass; she was on the cart, and Lemy pushed her.
Lemy looks happy; he going so fast his hair is revolting as the air hit his face. Lacy laughs as she holds to the cart approaching a turn; her short height allows her to fit inside even when it is full of groceries.
"What's next?" Lemy asked.
"We need tomato sauce and pasta." Lacy responded. "Turn left!"
"Then there we go, hold tight!" Lemy hit the gas and ran even faster; the people around jumped and took their carts out of the way, some of them even tripped to the floor.
Lemy eventually stopped, the reached their destination.
"Alright lady, here we are. Would you like to get out the vehicle?" Lemy offered his hand and bowed in front of her.
"Why thank you. You're such a gentleman."
She took his hand and in one jump she gets out of the cart.
"You know if we keep playing around we're gonna be kicked out of the store, don't you?" He said while looking for the pasta to make lasagna.
"Are you scared?"
"Of course not, but I don't want to ruin Loan's dinner, tell me where to get that thing or else we're going to be kicked out."
"Loan doesn't care about the food; all she cares about are her videogames."
"Maybe you're right, but I don't want to risk it."
Lacy smiled; her face blushed.
"Alright, we're going slower, but don't think I don't want to ride on the cart again."
They both laugh happily.
Suddenly, a dead silence fell upon them; this time it is not awkward, this time it's melancholic.
"So… How are you?" Lemy asked nervously.
"Good, I guess. I been practicing and training in the mornings with mom; I want to be named captain this year. Since Rochelle left there's a vacant.
"Come on, your mom is the trainer, isn't that cheating?" He teased her.
Her face blushed harder; it grew redder that it was before.
"Ha, you know how demanding she can be; she makes me work two times harder than the others. Besides, I want to earn the right to be captain, not get it by someone else."
"You're the best; you'll do it for sure."
Her face was as red as the tomato sauce jar in the cart.
"And you… how've you been? Well, I know we've been a little… I mean…"
"I'm okay, don't worry."
"How's your arm?"
He lifted the sleeve of his shirt, showing his white skin wound-free.
"Lulu licked me and the wound healed. That girl is full of surprises."
"Yeah, once I saw her walking on the roof. It scared me."
Again, a silence fell upon them.
"Well, let's keep going, I want to finish fast, I'm hungry." He said, breaking the silence.
A few minutes passed and they arrived at the fast food section; they sat on a table and waited for their food. The warm august sunlight fell upon them warming their skin; his hair shone bright, while hers floated with the breeze.
The groceries rested on the floor near their table; all they had to do to was buy the cake and that'd be it, he would have the rest of the day to himself, and he knew exactly what he wanted.
A couple of minutes passed again and none of them said a single word, they just sat in silence looking for the first thing they could find to avoid talking.
It