Gators – Chapter Four

The young man standing before him looked tired and... handsome. His piercing blue eyes seemed to glow at David through the untidy mop of light brown hair falling across his forehead.
"Can I help you?" he spoke softly. His calm voice was like sweet music to David's ears. The lovely blue eyes drifted downwards to the man over David's shoulder.
"WHAT THE DUCK?" There went the calm voice. "IS THAT MY DUCKING FATHER?"
The young Giggles lunged forward and dragged his father inside the house. He paused and looked back at David.
"I suppose you should come inside too," he said, his gaze lingering on the strangely dressed young man.

David ventured forward to enter the house, but his foot caught on a tiny step that was almost invisible in front of the doorstep. He went flying forwards and fell quite gracefully into Mr Giggles' son's strong arms. Gary Giggles' reflexes were fast enough to catch the falling man after his years of training as a spy. He found himself holding David for a few seconds longer than would be appropriate, and blushed as he helped him stand up.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
David smoothed his odd clothes down over his chest, feeling a little strange, almost nervous...
"Yes, I am quite well."
"Let's get to helping my father." They began to walk down the hallway. "Who are you, and how... how did this all happen?"
David sighed. "You have no idea... the day I've had..." and he burst into tears.

He sobbed and sobbed until Grandba Gibbles came shouting her way into the room.
"WHAT THE DUCK IS ALL THIS RACK-" she yelled before slamming herself into the wall. Grandma Giggles was blind in one eye, you see. She had a little accident with an ostrich one day. Grandma Giggles was happily eating her honey, beetroot, onion and swiss cheese sandwich when an wild ostrich shuffled over to her demanding a taste of her scrumptious looking sandwich. But there was no way Grandma Giggles was going to hand her lunch over just like that. She tried fighting the ostrich (which she named Barry after her good for nothing, sandwich eating husband) off. She told a kick at Barry and Barry told a peck at the sandwich, but they both missed. Grandma Giggles accidentally kicked herself in the other leg, tripped, causing Barry to miss the sandwich entirely and stab her in the left eye.
Barry the ostrich was petrified! All he wanted was the god damn sandwich. He was so frightened that the old lady would call the cops on him, he ran all the way to the forest in Wisconsin. Barry was never seen again.

Gary looked uncertainly between the sobbing man and the old woman scrambling to get up from the floor. He wasn't sure who to help first. Luckily another of Grandma Giggles' ostriches came to help her up, so Gary turned to David.
"Ah, look... why don't we have a cup of tea and put some ice on my father's nose?" He smiled reassuringly at David and placed a warm hand on his shoulder. "Then we can talk."
David sniffled gratefully at Gary. "That would be most pleasant."
Gary walked into the kitchen and brought an ice pack out of the freezer for Mr Giggles, who lay forlornly in the hallway, still too stunned to speak any sense. He was quite miffed that David's attention seemed to have moved on to his son. Clearly he was the damsel in distress here and was in need of some tender loving care from a certain ex-fictional character. His son brought back the ice bag and plonked it on top of Mr Giggles' face, before linking his arm through David's and leading him away to the sitting room. Mr Giggles felt a heart wrenching pang of jealousy. Grandma Giggles was already busy making tea for the lot of them.

Mr. Giggles was so full of jealousy and hatred for his own son he just wanted to punch him in the face. Mr. Giggles struggled to get off the ground but he couldn't make himself. Every bone in his body was hurting in pain and agony. But that didn't stop him from flopping around on the ground like a Magikarp.

Just then, Grandma Giggles left the kitchen and

paused to stare at her son performing his pathetic Pokémon impersonation.
"Donnagon Giggles, what the duck are you doing?" She hauled her son up and dragged him into the room where her grandson and the strange new boy were sitting. Considering her age and her middle aged son's weight, Grandma Giggles was surprisingly strong. She dumped him down on an arm chair and began serving the tea in her orange tea cups.
Gary Giggles looked uncertainly at his father and then cleared his throat.
"I think we have some things to discuss.
Grandma Giggles scoffed. "Count me out!" She turned to the television and powered it up, ready to watch some more ostrich racing. Mr Giggles began shaking uncontrollably but nobody took any notice.

Mr. Giggles suddenly stopped shaking. This puzzled him.
His darling David kindly poured him some tea. Mr. Giggles was again lost for words. He couldn't utter out one word. This was really starting to irritate him. What was the point in bringing his love to life, when he couldn't even speak to him? He felt like kicking something.

"Dad!"
Mr Giggles looked up.
"I've been calling you for a whole minute now," sighed Gary.
Mr Giggles tried to form a response but nothing came out. This was so frustrating!
Suddenly David jumped out of his seat. "Yoeurgoeurt!" he cried. Gary looked at him, confused, but Mr Giggles started to nod enthusiastically. "He needs Yoeurgoeurt. It's ah... it's a fancy, gourmet yoghurt. It seemed to allow him to speak earlier today..."
"I'm sure we've got some in the kitchen," muttered Gary, and he left the room, leaving David and Mr Giggles sitting awkwardly in the room together.

To be continued!

By aurorstorm & zeillusionofthenight