Chapter 80 - Harley-Davidson
"You want to go out on a walk with me, and see where thigs turn up?", I asked. My jelly boyfriend quickly smiled, sniffling the last of his tears. "Sure thing!", he happily replies. "Let's go, Mark!", he said, standing up, beginning to walk out of the bed. "Wait a second, Jelly...", I tell him. He stops in the open doorway, and looks back at me. "What is it, Mark?" I rubbed the back of my neck, explaining, "Look, I know you're free now, but could you put some clothes on anyway?"
"What's wrong with going out like this?", he asked me. "Well, I mean, look at you! Your wang is still hanging out, and I'm willing to bet that people would like to know more about you if you wear something they can relate to...", I told him. He looked down at the ground, rubbing his chin as he thought of what he would wear. Quickly, his rod quickly shot back up into his crotch, being absorbed as he hid himself. "What clothes do you have available?", he eventually asked me, looking at me. "Well, I'll let you see what we have to work with.", I told him, opening the closet.
My jelly boyfriend walked over to the closet, picking through each of the clotheshangers, all riddled with different varieties of T-shirts. As I sat up in the bed, I looked at my jelly boyfriend, just thinking about how cute he looked, and how much he meant to me as a person. Suddenly, my phone started vibrating, as it received another phone call. My jelly boyfriend looked back in surprise as I picked up the phone. "It's alright, I'll handle it. Just pick out some stuff, alright?", I told him. He nodded his head, going back into the closet.
I looked at the phone. Again, an unknown number was calling me. I pressed the 'answer call' button, and held it against my ear. "Hello?" This phone was very, very low in quality, as if it was a really old cellphone. In the background, I could hear some loud chuckling and motorcycle engines. A voice replied back, "Hey... *burp* Mark!" It sounded like Matiro, except he sounded like he was incredibly, incredibly drunk. "...Matiro?", I asked. My jelly boyfriend looked back, wearing a look of confusion.
"Mark... Yous a such pretty guy, you know?", he grumbled. "Matiro, are you drunk right now?!", I asked in shock. "Whaaa? Naaaah... You's the drunk... *burp* guy here...", he mumbled back. "Matiro, this is the one time you get to be free, and you spend it like this?!", I yelled. Then, immediately, I heard a smaller, younger voice reply, "That's what I've been trying to tell him all day!" My jelly boyfriend walked up to me, mouthing, "What's going on?" I covered the microphone with my left hand, keeping the speaker to my ear. "Matiro's drunk, and he brought Karito...", I whispered. "What?!", he asked me.
"Hey, *uuurp* Mark...", he groaned. I uncupped the microphone, replying, "What do you want, Matiro?" I heard Karito in the background saying, "Dad, just leave him alone already!" I heard Matiro groan in a very drunken nature, "Hey, you know.. err... You know, I knows I likes the ladies, but..." My jaw dropped, as I begged to him in my head, 'Please for the love of god, don't say anything else' Then, like a guardian angel, I heard Karito say, "Give me that already!", as I heard the phone shaking. "Sorry about that...", she explained.
"It's... fine, Karito. Thank you for taking care of him...", I said. "Ugh... he's been like this for the past hour!", she complained. In the background I could hear Matiro yelling, "Hey, give it back, prin...*uuurp* princess!" I could feel my jelly boyfriend's look of concern drill into my head as he stared deep into my soul. "Uhh... Karito, what's been going on with you two?", I asked. "Well...", she explained, "After we left, it didn't take long for him to discover somewhere with a lot of nastry drinks..."
I nodded my head, listening deeply to her. "It's actually kind of impressive how quickly he got alone with a biker gang. He just walked up to one of them, asked for a cigarette, and, before you know it, they were buying him practically the whole bar!", she said in frustration. "So... so he's with a biker gang now?", I asked. "Yeah, that's one way you could put it... I talked to them about us, and they said they had a place for us to sleep for the night.", she told me. "Wow, that's great!", I said in a burst of excitement. "I don't trust them though, these guys smell like tobacco, beer, and sweat... It's so disgusting!", she shouted. "I'm sure you'll get used to it eventually...", I told her, trying to cheer her up.
"Oh, hold on a second!", she said, pausing for a minute or two. "Mark!", I heard my jelly boyfriend talk through his teeth. I cupped the microphone yet again, asking, "What?" He looked over to his arm, where he was carrying one or two coathangers. "What do you think of these?", he asked me. "Alright...", I heard Karito say. I brought the microphone back, asking, "What is it, Karito?"
"We have to go right now, Mark. Thank you for everything... really...", she said, as I heard Matiro grumble, "Ughgeehe, yeah..." Then, the line was cut, with them hanging up before I could say anything.