AUTHOR'S NOTE: This Chapter starts off rather serious, but yet again the whole concept of coming out as a "totsexual" is still silly. It goes back to a comedy after the few paragraphs of introduction, I promise! Just keep reading! Enjoy!
Every knock Mrs. Jones placed on the doorframe, a tater tot would move. Every knock, a sweat would roll down Mercedes' face. Every knock, she knew she was one moment closer to telling her Mom the truth.
"Honey, please open the door!" The lovely mother of Mercedes Jones said.
Mercedes swiftly moved her eyes left to right, looking for some escape; but there was none. Her only escape was the brutal truth of being a totsexual.
"It's been unlocked, Mom," she said with a nervous tone.
The door knob slowly started to turn. Mercedes placed her left and right hands in a bowl formation and scooped one last chunk of tots to munch on.
The door slammed open. A curious figure stood there, unaware of the situation. Mercedes didn't know who it was; was it her Mom that loved her no matter what or an unknown figure that her Mom could see herself as in a just a few minutes?
"Hi Mom," Mercedes muttered, hoping she could avoid the tater tots she was bathing in. "You had to talk to me about something?"
Mrs. Jones had her face downcast. "What is this?"
Mercedes took a deep breath, and just as she was about to say something; she looked into her Mom's eyes. They were as gold as river, and only one can have such beautiful eyes. Her eyelashes curled at the ends of them, and as she took a blink her sparkling silver eyelids danced with the light. She took one last glimpse into those eyes- golden, yet beautiful. The eyes slowly transformed into a more spherical shape. This shape had bumps, and almost a round curb at the edge. She started to smell something- Chik Fil A on a Saturday morning. She gasped, and saw that her Mom's eyes were now a Tater-
"Mercedes!" her Mom screamed. "Why are you bathing in potatoes?"
"They are tater tots, Mother," she replied, in a nasty tone. How could someone not know what a tater tot is? It's like not knowing god. It's like not believing in Jesus!
Mrs. Jones snickered. "Tater tots?"
Mercedes started to shake her head back and forth.
"We don't allow tater tots in this family."
Her golden eyes turned red. Red could mean so many things- it could be passion or even courage. Maybe her Mom finally will overcome her as a totsexual! Maybe she'll finally be accepted. Mercedes bit her lower lip, and her breathing grew harder by the second. Red could also mean danger, or even shame.
"It's what have to do Sweetie."
Mercedes heard a click. All of a sudden, everything turned black, and something was being placed on her eyes. She tried to feel it- but she couldn't move her hands. Mercedes tried to wiggle her feet around, but they wouldn't move either. She tried every limb of her plump body- but nothing would move. She was trapped in this bath of tater tots, and all that could save her was a figure. Her face started to sweat. Her hands started to hurt. He feet felt warm. Smoke was in the air- and it crawled up Mercedes' nostril. Through the thin cloak that must've been covering her eyes- she saw red again. But the red grew closer, and closer- and POP! The tots started popping. Mercedes called this pure torture. The heat grew closer to her face, and with one big POP, Mercedes Jones went-
"HELP ME!" she hopelessly screamed. She tried to wiggle her feet- and they wiggled with her. She activated her hands, and they activated too! She slowly opened her eyes- and there she was in bed, with her favorite snack by her side like nothing every happened.
"Tater tots, you're here!"
Mercedes picked up the top tot on the bowl. She brought it up to the tip of her nose, and rubbed it around.
"That'll be our secret handshake," she chuckled.
She then lowered it down to her mouth. She slowly opened her two pink lips- but not to pop the tater tot in, but to pop her tongue out. With one big swoop, she licked the tater tot from the top to bottom, and then put it back in the bowl.
She looked at the orange dish the tater tots were sitting in. She lifted her hands off of the bowl, and starting rubbing them together.
She looked around for a new home that the tots would reside in.
"Hmmm" She mummered to herself. Looking around the room she saw many things- she saw a laptop case, a plastic baggie- and even a shotgun! She couldn't remember why there was a shotgun there- she just knew that it for emergencies. She moved her loves to the plastic baggie, and slowly lifted her hands upwards, offering the bag to the Tot god.
NAAAAAAAH
SEWENYA
MAMAKEE SEE BA BA
NAAAH
SEEWOOOH
MAMAKEEE SEE BA BAAAA
WHENYAAA MAAA
She repeated these phrases of the lion king to herself, knowing that she was in the circle of tater tots.
It's the circle of tots!
And it moves us all-
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
ON the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Tots
It's the Circle of-
"What are you doing, Mercedes?" a voice said from the hallway.
Mercedes trembled in the appearance of her mother.
Mrs. Jones stopped and looked at the scene for a second. She questioned Mercedes on what she was going on.
"I have to tell you a secret. A secret I've kept hidden for a long time-"
"Just get to the point," her Mom interrupted. "What is going on?"
Mercedes Price Jones took a deep breath- now was the time. Fear was gone, and love was in the room.
"I'm tater totsexual, Mom. I like tater tots. I like sucking on them. I like licking them. I like making them suck my vagin- I mean kiss them."
Silence poured a glass of itself in the room.
"Mercedes," her mom said in an unhappy tone, breaking the silence. "Something's wrong with this."
Mercedes knew what she had to do before things got ugly- she grabbed a handful of tater tots and stuffed them into her pocket, knowing that if anything goes wrong they are by her side.
"You didn't tell me sooner."
A smile was lit on Mercedes face.
"I understand where you're coming from," her mom interrupted. "You know my friend Giselle? She's whalesexual. It's okay; I understand you."
Mercedes ran for a hug from her Mom- but she put her hand over her left pocket, just to make sure the tater tots didn't get smashed.
Mr. Jones interrupted on them having a moment. "What's going on here?" he jokingly said.
Mercedes didn't know whether to tell her Dad or not. She knew that if she did tell him, she would still have her mom if he wasn't accepting. But then again-
"Mercedes is totsexual!" her mom exclaimed.
Mercedes Jones loves her mom, she really does. But when she blurts out things that Mercedes would rather say…
"A what?" Mr. Jones said, hoping he misheard her.
"I'm totsexual dad. I can only tater tots."
Her dad's eyes turned yellow.
"That doesn't exist, Mercedes."
Mercedes assured her Dad that it was who she was, and she couldn't change.
"We'll see about that," Mr. Jones said, with an evil smirk on his face.
One knock is all it took.
Thank you all who keep reading this! It's hard to make some parts not serious, but I try my best to keep it a comedy. Trust me, I have some funny things coming up!
Next chapter will be posted on:
December 18th