- Just a reminder: this is a mature fic and may contain mature content (and because I live in America, obviously I never refer to violence as mature content. By mature content, I mean that there may be suggestive content— as in sex). If you are bothered by that kind of thing, I recommend that you skip the last few paragraphs of the second half of the chapter... But I still recommend that you read it to get the full story.
Do You Have a Problem With That
(Day 99: Sunday Evening)
Evie smiles as she opens the door, "Hey, Doug."
"Oh, uh. Hey." He adjusts his glasses and clears his throat, "Mal's not here, is she?" and he notices her smile drop. "I just need to talk to her."
"It's about Ben," she assumes.
"Well, uh," Doug shrugs.
Mal opens the door wider, "What about Ben?"
When she faces him Doug uneasily says, "I just thought I should tell you." before he purses his lips at her slight change of clothes. "I don't think you should be going to Ben's family dinner tonight."
"If you're still worried about his father," Mal asserts, "I can take care of myself."
"No." Doug breathes, "It's not that."
"Then what?" Mal irritably prompts.
He scratches his head, "It's just." before he holds onto his arm. "You see, with Ben's concussion and everything…" He sighs, "French is just easier for him, Mal. And he shouldn't be stressing his mind right now."
She doesn't blink, "So, just because I don't know French I can't be with my boyfriend?"
"Please, understand," Doug pleads, and Evie looks between the two of them as he continues. "His parents know French. When he's around people who know French, he should be able to speak French."
When Mal fails to respond Evie questions, "What does Ben think about this?"
Doug looks away from her for a moment, squinting his eyes, "Ahh, he doesn't really know." and then she gives him a look. "Ben's bad at taking care of himself," Doug defends, before he turns to Mal. "He would never want to make you feel unwanted, but he's king living in what may be a dangerous situation. It's important that he recovers from this as fast as possible."
"His mother said it would only take a couple weeks," Mal sternly informs.
Doug is quiet before pointedly informing, "A brain injury is just like any other injury. The more stress that gets put on this, the longer it will take to heal." He takes a deep breath before whispering, "Please. Just leave Ben alone tonight."
"You're not worried about his father?" Evie addresses.
It takes him a moment to answer, "It's just dinner, and he's coming back to school right after. He's done this before. It shouldn't be a problem."
"Who are you trying to convince here?" Mal crosses her arms with a raised eyebrow. "You or us?"
"Probably me," he mumbles.
Mal lets her arms fall back to her side, "Okay." and then he faces her. "I'll let Ben speak French at his French dinner with his French parents." She places her thumbs in her pockets and looks at Evie, "It's not like they ever not speak French when I'm there anyway."
"I'm confused," Doug slowly comments, and then Mal looks back at him. "Are you or are you not going tonight?"
Mal frowns, "Don't worry. I won't." before she steps away to shut the door.
As it closes, Evie smiles, "Night Doug." and then Mal places her hands on her shoulders and takes a step forward, causing Evie to walk backwards until her legs hit the bed and she falls back onto the bed. She watches as Mal unbuckles the black belt at her waist, "What are you doing, M?"
She grins, "I have to get heat from somewhere." before she unzips the shirt. "And you're here, and Ben's not." Mal kisses her for a long moment before whispering, "Do you have a problem with that?"
Evie can't help but laugh, "Uh, no. I, uh, don't."
Mal slides the leather off from her shoulders, "Good." before Evie sits up for Mal to pull it up over her head and throw it across the room.
"You can't be serious," Carlos frowns, as Chad holds up the black mini dress with floral lace running down the arms.
"What?" he grins. "You don't like it?"
He gives him an annoyed look, "No. I don't."
"Come on. Just try it," he attempts to charm.
"No," Carlos loudly objects.
Chad frowns and then leans back in his chair, "I'll give you an extra ten dollars." and at Carlos's lack of response he tosses the velvet dress to him. "And give me a nice show while you're at it."
Carlos mumbles, "I'm not doing that."
"Why not?"
"Because," he immediately answers, but then his sentence drops.
"You're not insecure?" he smiles.
"Maybe," he frowns, before he lets out a frustrated breath. "I'm scrawny."
"You know, a simple diet and exercise program could help with that?" he informs.
It takes a minute for Carlos to response, "I think it's more of just diet." before he glances at the floor. "I've gone so long without having food around, now it's just…" He looks back up at him, "Even an average amount can make me uncomfortably full now."
Chad nods in thought, "The health store has stuff specifically for weight and muscle gain." before he shrugs. "It won't bulk you up that much if you aren't lifting weights, but it should help you not be so skinny. I can take you sometime."
"Really?" he surprises.
"Yeah. Why not?" Chad looks him up and down, "Now. Back to the show." He sees him frown again. "I'll give you another ten dollars for it."
"So," Carlos slowly makes sure, "I would be getting twenty extra dollars for all of this?"
"Yes." Carlos looks back down at the soft dress in his hands, before he sets it on the bed to take off his hooded t-shirt and black jeans; however, when he reaches for the dress he hears Chad make a disapproving noise and looks at him. "All of it." Carlos watches his finger point to his boxes, so he takes them off and hurries to throw them at him before taking the dress. He's able to get his head through just fine; however, his fingers keep getting caught in the lace as he tries to pull his arms through, and even once his hands are freed he finds it tight and has to straighten out the material.
When his shoulders feel less constrained he goes to pull the dress as far down as he can, but it just barely reaches the middle of his thighs and his appendage can still be seen. He looks at Chad and complains, "It's a little short."
He tries to hide his wide grin with closed lips, "I don't see any problems." and when Carlos doesn't respond he spins his finger before pointing, "The bed." Carlos looks over to his left, before he goes to lay his torso on the bed, stretches his arms past his head, and listens to Chad's footsteps coming near him. He leans over him, and he can feel the warm breath on the side of his face as Chad whispers, "You can tell me to stop at any time."
"I know," Carlos whispers back, before he hears the zipper and feels the velvet move up to bunch at his lower back.
- Does anyone know Arabic? I know that in other languages towns can have endings like: ton, ville, stead, or just have the word 'city' or 'town' as a second word in the full town's name. Does anyone know what similarities there tend to be for Arabic town names, like endings or if they tend to be named after something or someone? I know that in America a lot of towns and streets are named after people, and I assume it would be like that for most other places and/or languages; however, when I tried to translate 'town' and 'city' into Arabic, the letter version of it was really long with dashes and such. So, I probably wouldn't have asked this question, but I'm going to have to come up with some town names at some point in something else I'm writing and I don't want to seem lame or uneducated when I do.
-Also, if you look me up on Wattpad I have a story in which you can comment a creative writing prompt and then I would do my best to use that information to create a short story. Last time I checked no one has prompted me anything, so there's no actual chapters yet; however, the idea behind that is if I ever get blocked or bored, then you could comment something you would like to see me write and then I would try it to the best of my ability... Don't know if anyone is interested or not, but the option is there if anyone is... Also, I don't think I mentioned it there, but because all of the stories I have posted so far are in third person, if you wanted to see me write in first person you could add that specification to your prompt... Like I said, though. That's on Wattpad, so please prompt it there. It's not fanfiction, so I wouldn't be able to post it here.