Belt Loops of Love

Chapter 4: Big Papa and a Major Freak Out

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Robin's POV

A week has gone by since Daryl fixed my windshield wipers. I haven't really talked to him but I've certainly seen him going to and from work and going to the diner. I didn't talk to him there since every time I was walking in, he was walking out or vice versa. I always smiled at him and he'd either smirk, nod, or glare at me. Occasionally he'd ignored me altogether. It was like he couldn't make up his mind if he liked me or not. I still smiled and waved anyway.

I got up for another day of work. I've been up almost all night because of my man-whore brother. It seems like my brother could not sleep unless he was whoring himself out to some poor girl who probably has feelings for him. I went into the kitchen pouring myself some Lucky Charms and ate them dry since the thought of milk was disgusting to me.

"Good morning." Jacob walked in wearing only a pair of sleep pants low on his hips.

I gave me a small wave and ate the rest of my cereal. Jacob and I still avoided each other and rarely talked unless necessary. My search for a new place has taken up most of my time lately. I was tired of living with Jacob, I loved him but I needed a new place where I wasn't kept up at night with the sounds of him banging his chick of the night echoing through the house and into my room. I prayed that I'd find a place that was cheap or someone needing a roommate.

"You still not talking to me?" Jacob asked.

"You still being a man whore, judgmental head?" I asked. I wasn't still just going on about a fight a week ago. Jacob was furious at me when I came home from Daryl's shop. He called him white trash and other terrible things. The worst thing he said was that I was acting just like our mom when she saw her next boyfriend. I left and went to Sunni's again. I've been ignoring him since then.

He knew that talking about mom was a no-no and comparing me to her was the cruelest things he could do to me, but it brought it up. He compared me to the person I hated most and have avoided for four years. It definitely affected me; it ruined the few chances I could have taken to talk to Daryl.

The day after he fixed my windshield wipers, we were both at the diner waiting for our food. He took the place to stand right beside me. I noticed him giving me several looks, maybe hoping for me to start a conversation since he was terrible at it, but all I did was give me a simple yet friendly smile. Daryl just huffed and snatched his food away from the lady.

Yesterday we both were waiting in a long-ass line at the grocery store, but I was still freaking out about being compared to my mom that all I did was smile at him. Once again, Daryl was not pleased…

"Robin!" Jacob frowned, "You ignoring me just because I don't want you to talk to some redneck?"

"No, I'm ignoring you because you're an asshole." I hopped off the stool, "I got to go get ready for work."

I changed out of my pjs into some light faded jeans and into a blue tank top that said, 'if you can't be a unicorn, be a mermaid'. I put on some light make up, I avoided talking to him, but I still wanted to look good for him. Aren't I messed up in the head?

Never before was I worried about what a guy thought about how I looked, but with Daryl around I was always wondering if I smelt bad. Should I wear this shirt? What kind of message would it send to him? The still rational part of my brain knew that Daryl wasn't the type to read messages from women's clothing. It also told me to stop acting like a teenage girl.

Right now I was pulling into work, I looked over across the street, Daryl's trunk wasn't into of the garage in its normal spot. I guess I can't look forward to seeing what look he gives me today at the diner. Stalker-ish I know, but I liked seeing him. If only I could think of something to talk about when I see him, I had to think of something fast before Mickey starting ripping things off my car again.

Speaking of my car, I think Mickey jinxed it so made it mad by her brutal desecration. The past three days, it takes it forever to start. Maybe I could go over to Daryl and see what's happening. I finally had money to check it out, but I prayed it wasn't anything too expensive to fix. Apologize to him about how weird I've been acting around him. Too bad Daryl wasn't even at the shop.

Inside was Blair, my other coworker and new best friend. He was leaning on the checkout counter looking depressed which was odd. Everyone thinks goths was always depressed about something, but Blair rarely ever was, he was just like any other guy except he wore all black, as pale as a sheet, and painted his nails black. He was any girl's dream, he was tall and handsome with long black hair and the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. His Christian Bale voice only made him hotter. But alas, Blair was gay. It's always the sweetest and the hottest that are gay.

"What's the matter, my love?" I asked. I always referred to him that way and he always called me his lovely little lark. That man knew how to make my heart swoon.

He looked up at me, "My faith in humanity has dwindled into nothing but embers that was once the flame of a great and mighty empire."

I looked at him confused, "You lost me there."

"Take a look." He pointed over to the lingerie and naughty costumes. Browsing amongst the shelves racks was an older man; I'd say in his late 60s and a girl who looked 16, of course she had to be older since Blair cards everyone who doesn't obviously look over 19.

I realized what he meant by his faith in humanity dying. I believe love doesn't have an age limit, as long as the person is legal, but it was still odd to see. It was even creepier when she called me Big Papa. Oh, that's just wrong! Why did older men always want to date girls old enough to be their daughters?

"When they walked in she was having a tantrum because she only got her two rings instead of three." Blair frowned.

"How dare he?" I said in mock anger.

"I know. The nerve." Blair smiled, "Anyways, you look very lovely today." He gave me a charming smile. There he goes again, making me swoon.

"Thank you." I smiled with a blush. Blair was always like this; whenever we came in he'd tell us how beautiful we looked. He brought Sunni her favorite flowers on her boyfriend. He could always read when we were upset and then did everything he could to cheer us up even if it was running to the store to get us chocolate. Why didn't straight men be like him?

"Are you trying to impress someone?" He asked with a smirk.

"No, I don't need a man to make myself pretty." I smiled coyly. I was so lying and he could see it.

"Well, any guy that sees you is going to fall head over heels in love." Aw, Blair winning over my heart even more. Stop it, you handsome rogue.

"Why must you be so perfect Blair? It's illegal you know to be so perfect and so unattainable." I blushed.

"My dear, if I were a straight man, you'd be my forever girl." He wiggled his eyes brows.

"Oh, don't tease me." I laughed, "Any way, how's Jet? You too still talking?"

"No, he only wanted love for one night." Blair sighed.

"I'm sorry." I patted him on the back, "You'll find you a man, look at you, what man or woman could ever turn you down. You sweet and have the soul of a poet." I kissed his cheek.

"Thanks, my little lark." Blair gave me a kiss on my forehead, "Same goes for you."

"Come on, Big Papa! You said you would buy me everything I wanted. And I want some crouch-less panties to go with my nipple piercings! Don't' you want your sexy little kitty girl to match?" The young girl screamed.

"There it goes, the rest of my faith in humanity dying before my eyes. I have none left." Blair said dramatically.

I looked away from the couple speaking baby to each other, "Mine too." The two forgot we were even in here, because Big Papa picked her up and started making out with her.

"Go Big Papa." I cheered silently.

"I can't take anymore." Blair groaned sickly, "Excuse me." He raised his voice slightly and cleared his throat stopping the mating ritual in front of us. They looked at the both of us unfazed, "You can't be doing that here."

"This is an adult store." The girl replied smartly.

"Yes, it is a store, not your bedroom." I replied back equally as smart.

They grumbled about rudeness and other things.

At that moment my phone started to ring. It was the hospital where Jacob worked. Why on earth would they be calling? I answered anyway, "Hello?"

"Hello, this is Robin, Jacob's sister?" The woman on the line asked.

"This is she." I frowned; I thought Jacob would be on the phone.

"Your brother did not show up for his shift, is he alright?" She asked.

"Ummm…" It was all I could say. Jacob was a lot of things, but he was never late. Jacob was crazy punctual to everything. Oh God, panic filled me. A thousand images filled my head of Jacob hurt or dead.

"I don't know." I finally answered, "I'll check to see if he's at home." I hung up the phone.

"What going on?" Blair asked as I hurried to grab my keys and phone.

"Jacob didn't show up to work today." I said shakingly.

"What?" Blair jumped off his stool.

"I'm going to go check his place. I'll call if anything comes up." I heard him say ok before I dashed out of the store, almost knocking over Big Papa.

I sped all the way to his place. Thank God, there was no police there because I would not have pulled over. As soon as I pulled in, I didn't even turn my car off or close the door. I ran up the steps to his apartment, it took me a minute to put the key in the lock because I was shaking so bad, I threw open the door screaming, "Jacob!"

Not a second later, "Robin! Help!" I heard Jacob's frantic and slightly muffled voice coming from his bedroom. My stomach dropped when I heard the desperation. Without hesitation I read to his bedroom. I let out a loud gasp when I entered and saw my brother…

A cliffhanger, already? Yupe, so what do you think's happened to Jacob?