Summary: Set ups for Romance! Both established and blossoming ones! Naser's is in a real pickle too! Find out in Snooter Ball Z! Amber January 5th, Year 201M2040 BC. God my fucking head hurts…Why does it hurt so much? And why am I naked? I try to find my phone but was met with a warm touch of a boob and a light groan. I yelp lightly at the intruder upon my bed, only to realize it was my girlfriend. “Five more minutes mom…” Melissa groaned. Oh yeah, last night…Fuck…Okay it’s all coming back to me. Wow I got laid huh? Wow… But man am I thirsty. I quickly throw on a shirt and shorts before giving Melissa a quick peck on the forehead, she smiles lightly. Aww that’s cute. “You’re cuter.” She whispered back. God so this is how she feels when I tease her huh? So be it, I smother her with more kisses and pecks before I immediately dart out of the room. No way she can catch up to me with the romantic revenge that I set up, especially when she has to put on clothes that don't fit her. I go downstairs where I’m met with both of my parents also dealing with hangovers, my head still hurts but I think I’ll manage. I didn’t drink that much compared to them, but jeez they look rough. “...I set the coffee maker to black, fuck I need something to wake me up. I don’t care about sugar anymore. This is rough…” Times like these I wonder why dad wasn’t doing a voice acting gig as a narrator. I sat right next to my mom where she puts a pill into water, it slowly dissolves and creates bubbles. “Hey sweetie.” Her voice was raspy. Yawning as she made two extra drinks with the same pill. “What’s that?” I rubbed my crest, it felt agonized and throbbed in pain. “Blowfish, helps you think better after drinking a while.” She gave an already dissolved drink to me, I take a sip of it and fuck that helps alot. “Ugh I don’t think I can go to work today babe, fuck…” Dad slumps his head onto the table, almost knocking over the drinks if I hadn't caught them. “When did we start drinking again? Why did we start?” Mom rubs her temple. “Oh yeah, I think Naomi brought tequila, remember?” He takes a sip of black coffee before gagging at the taste, dumping in a ridiculous amount of sugar that can kill a diabetic to soothe the bitterness. “Ah…Did you want to drink?” Mom gives an accusing look at me, oh god. “I uhh didn’t? But Dad said it was okay to drink and you were drinking too so…” Okay maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Mom then redirects her glare at Dad, who simply is too zoned out from the pain to notice. They both sigh as Dad gives her and me a cup of coffee. I immediately dump sugar and mix it until it’s basically candy, Mom just rolls her eyes in an inoffensive way. “Whatever happened already happened babe, gimme that bubbling juice thing or whatever the fuck you call it.” Mom just sighs and they exchange coffee for blowfish, gulping it with satisfaction and relief. I hear someone try to sneak up behind me but mom calls her out before she can exact revenge. “Oh hi Melissa!” Mom puts on her sweetest greeting voice she could muster at the moment. I turn around to give her a shit eating grin, that one scene from Django Unchained type of style. Melissa feigns disappointment with a cute pout as she sits beside us, she’s wearing her sweater and bra like usual. “So…How’s it feel to have a girlfriend pumpkin?” Dad asks. He’s still surprised I got a girlfriend of all things, at least I’m glad he’s supportive either way. “Dad! It’s uhh…makes me really happy I guess?” I try to answer honestly in the hopes he won’t embarrass me any further. “Well at least you’re not dating a boy.” Mom giggles while taking a sip of coffee. I didn’t really like boys or guys that much if I was being honest, never really knew the appeal. “Melissa, is Amber a good girlfriend to you?” He directs the question back to her, immediately being frozen in place. Hah, that’s how I feel bitch. “Yeah of course! She treats me alright.” She finally admits, I do the eyebrow wiggling thing and she melts in her seat as she slowly transforms into a steamy tomato. “So you two are gonna go camping?” “Yeah! Well without the headache of course.” “School is gonna start soon y’know. It’s just a week away.” She takes a long sip of her black coffee, man how does she tolerate that? “I know mom.” Mom’s now a teacher at Volcano High, getting a decent pay ever since Mrs. Roberts became Principal a few years ago. Still can’t believe how hot our principal was despite being 50 and reaching into 60. “Right. This means no more alcohol alright? This one time thing was a fault on our part but don’t drink anymore alright?” She sternly guides me. “Don’t worry mom, I don’t even wanna take another sip because of how much my head hurts.” This migraine isn’t letting up anytime soon ugh. “Good. Now here’s your breakfast.” The nuggies from yesterday, ugh why did Uncle Reed buy so many? I mean I love nugs as much as the next person but this is ridiculous. At least he was considerate enough to buy vegan ones for Melissa to eat. “We’ve got enough nugs to last us the entire month, goddamn Reed and his white elephant gifts.” Dad groaned as he struggled to shut the fridge as he gathered his nugs, microwaving them while I devoured mine. “Oh relax hun! Pteros can eat more than the average human, remember?” Mom chucks an entire 12 piece box into her gullet, I totally can beat that! “Well yeah but there’s no space left! There’s still the cake we haven’t eaten nor candled!” Oh yeah, the cake. “Can I get that for the camping trip? We’ll take the leftover nugs for our dinner.” “Nuggets for dinner?” Melissa said while chewing, she raised an eyebrow and I could tell she was getting tired of nugs already. “Oh don’t worry we can just eat something else before we leave.” I reassure her while stuffing my belly with a 20 piece box. Melissa gives a look of both morbid fascination and gay love at my gluttony. We finish our breakfast in seconds, well seconds for me and Mom but for the other two? They take a while, we casually flex our genetic superiority before they finally finish. Mom’s phone beeps as she takes a look, she then gets up and goes up to Dad. “Hey hun, I gotta get to school to check up on business. Make sure everything’s ready for the students. You know how it is.” She gives a smile. Her head is still clearly hurting despite duty calling. “Yeah alright babe, just take it easy.” He puts his hand on his head as he tries to process what she said. Mom just rolls her eyes before giving a quick smooch on his lips, he’s stunned before realizing the coffee taste. “Oh grow up.” She snarked. “I am grown up!” It’s hilarious how we both hate black coffee. Melissa giggles too before Mom leaves the room to freshen up and shower. “I’m just gonna be in bed, tell me when you’re leaving.” Dad faces us before he heads up the stairs and I hear their door get locked. I hear their TV turning on and tuning into…spongebob? Kinda based old man, perfect kino stuff. Melissa and I share one look before deciding to cuddle up on the couch, after throwing away the boxes of course. We take a comfy seat on the fine leather, Melissa spooning behind me and her arms act as pillows. “Hey babe? Thanks for last night.” “O-oh! No problem I uhh hope I did it alright-” I blush before she interrupts me. “Not that you perv! I mean just looking out for me. I don’t think I have anymore people I really trust at this point. You, My dad and Tommy…fuck who else do I have left?” Her tone became noticeably melancholy all of the sudden. “Well, there’s our other friends. Sera, Cynthia, and the Rexican twins!” I tried my best to reassure her. “Yeah but I’m not used to being with them. Compared to you at least…But I am trying so don’t worry.” She reassures me of her trying to be more social. And another reassurance with a snoot nuzzle. Memories of last night are coming back to me as well as shit in general. I remember her crying once her mom left, and me embracing her while doing my best to just be there for her. Fuck it’s so much pressure with this cheating thing that my uncle is doing, should I hate him for this? I love him like family but he’s dumb. I mean I think it’s right to hate him? But he is pretty lonely so I can’t blame him? Then there’s Auntie Naomi, I met her last year when they moved back here and live near us. That’s when I met Melissa for the first time, she was pretty distant at first and sometimes ghosted me. But I tried my best to be understanding, and I talked to her nicely. It was jarring seeing someone not used to someone else being nice for them. It’s sad but once she reciprocated the kindness, she’s actually a really nice person. And something in me clicked. Maybe that’s me realizing I’m a lesbian or something? But whatever it was, I wanted to be with her. And I’m really glad she thought the same, but man…I’m so anxious trying to be good for her. “Hey, you’re good enough for me.” I don’t know if she heard me or something but it was nice to hear. “We’re not alone in this, I’m really really glad you’re here for me and I don’t want you getting stressed out over me. Sure I know I’m codependent but like I said I’m working on it. You’re a great gf alright?” She hugs me tightly, she sure loves hugging. And damn is it infectious. “A-alright.” I take her confidence in me into consideration, this might be my first time in a relationship but I should be alright. If she believes in me, then I have to as well. I boot up Dinocord, it’s ancient as fuck but it’s pretty convenient compared to the shit there is lately. Plus it’s a better modified version that Sera made, as long as the devs don’t find out we’re good. Cynthia’s the most active on Dinocord, the little cave gremlin that she is with her shitposting on forums all the time. I swear it’s like looking into a mirror of what Dad was like when he was her age. The others not so much but they’re pretty attentive enough, I type into the group chat to start up some conversation. Sniggas in Paris Population: 7 Owner: Queen of the Humies God that server name is still really fucking dumb. [AMBER] Hey sorry guys Got caught up in bday shit Also my first time drinking! Yknow how it is :p But we’re ready for the camping trip now! No more delays [CYNTHIA] ugh fucking finally cant wait to get out of this dump what the hell took you guys so long are we still gonna do this? [AMBER] Of course! I just want my parents to be satisfied thats all I did turn 18 y'know and it was a pretty big deal for them Todays when we’re leaving btw I don’t wanna get caught up in more stuff and delay anything further @AMELIA @HECTOR you guys are still coming right [AMELIA] (Yes) “Sera’s auto translator is handy but I know what Si means c’mon.” I grumble out. [CYNTHIA] what the fuck? today?? i told my dad we were gonna leave tomorrow! what the hell am I supposed to do? [AMBER] Well you really wanted to go on this trip right? Why not just take the bus [CYNTHIA] well yeah but you know how he is! even if I do ask he would just go “oh i should check what’s up with the place” we’re just going to a park in Rexico! sure it’s a long drive but raptor jesus I’m 17 now so fucking overprotective ugh “What’s the deal with Cynthia’s dad again?” Melissa asked as she read the chat. “Alright so uhh…” “Cynthia’s dad was pretty overbearing with Cynthia being treated like a prized possession even if he meant well. He worked at a data management company where he met her Mom through an online dating thing, he then met MY dad through her. I dunno why but he was pretty enamored and inspired by dad, to the point where he lost weight cuz he used to be a huge fat dude.” Melissa nodded as she followed along the story, I think for a second to gather my thoughts before continuing. “And when they both had Cynthia, he was like really proud of her. Like he really really loves her but is too much on her y’know? Her mom seems like an enabler since she’s also really proud too, there’s supportive and then there’s those two. Like holy shit you cannot believe it.” I remember visiting her house when we were younger for a middle school project, we weren’t really friends back then. Both of the adults yelled happily when she was secretly an animator in private and they found her YouSnoot account. It was really funny and kinda disturbing to see a grown man shed tears for their daughter. I think of a rough idea on what to do. Spitballing internal thoughts before deciding on one, I’ll just improvise on the spot no biggie. [AMBER] Hey cmon Ill help you out We’ll all go there and try our best to convince your dad [CYNTHIA] alright fine but you guys better not get me into trouble already got hassled into some retarded shit for not cleaning my fuckin room [TOMMY] Hey guys. Just wanna let you know that the car is working in perfect condition. Also don’t say that Cynthia that’s offensive :( [CYNTHIA] RETARDRETARDRETARDRETARDRETARDRETARD FUCKING FAGG- [CYNTHIA] is now [MUTED] for [10 MINUTES] [CYNTHIA] wouldn’t [SHUT THE FUCK UP] I could hear Melissa chuckle behind me. Tommy was pretty socially conscious and it was fun teasing him because he couldn’t believe girls said “retard” to him. “Y’know Tommy has a crush on Cynthia?” “Really? Wow. Doesn’t seem like his type.” “Well yeah but he’s hoping he can try and make her more…sensitive? If that makes sense.” I nod as I refocus back on the chat. [TOMMY] *Sigh* …Why do I even bother? Anyways we’ll pick up Amber and Melissa, Sera, Cynthia and then the Twins. In that order like we planned. That good? [SERA] Yeah thats gud hun im just getting some shit ready Fucking wings are stuck on this damn thing You guys better get ready too or else this thing ain’t worth the time I put into it [AMBER] Alrighty then! See you guys there! “And I think that’s about it.” I turned off my phone and stood up to stretch. Oh yeah feel those wing bones pop. Gotta get ready like she said, It’s just one night so I don’t have to pack much but they did say it was far away. Suddenly I was pulled back into the couch with Melissa putting all her weight on top of me. “Where do you think you’re going~” She puts on a mischievous smirk before pelting me with the same pecks I gave her earlier, more aggressively too. Okay I deserve that, god she’s insatiable. Just hope this camping trip will be fun for her as it is for me. Me and Sera did plan this out and just wanted to show it off to our friends, plus with everything going on lately? Especially with Melissa? I wouldn’t mind doing some stress relief. “Hey c’mon, we gotta move soon.” I try to get up but she lays on top of me like a lazy dog. “Mmmno. 5 more minutes of cuddling and we’ll be even.” She pushes more weight on me, squeezing me while making sure she doesn’t break anything. “But we already cuddled last night!” She only gave a mischievous smile, biting my snoot lightly. Alright fine I guess I can deal with this, with all this stuff that’s happening I completely forgot about Uncle Naser’s thing. Wish that didn’t happen and I hope what I said to him meant well and won’t bite me in the ass. I would tell my parents but they’re hungover from last night, I should tell them when their heads are clear and they’re not busy. I wonder what the heck he’s doing right now? Naomi’s House I have such a fucking headache. The half naked milf sleeping next to me did not help in making me feel better… … …Jesus Rex Christ, Naser. Get a hold of yourself. I notice that we passed out in the throes of… Something resembling passion. Our legs hanging off the bed implied that we didn’t make it too far, but the smudges of lipstick on my neck and face didn’t help make our intentions any less subtle. My eyes darted between the orange time machine, the window closest to me, and the door to the hallway that surprisingly got shut last night. Rubbing my head, I take the first leaps to actually getting up while Naomi just laid there like a lump. Her arms spread out in a vain attempt at comfort, but I doubt she found much. I almost stumble over myself, but I manage to get on my feet. Too bad my head was pounding, this could have been the purest morning of my life… … I had to check my watch to see if it actually was morning and sadly, it was noon. Gladly, the bedroom had its own bathroom I could use to hopefully get a tiny bit rehydrated and find something to nurse this headache. Frilly little room, but spacious enough not to feel cramped. Naomi must love frilly bullshit, that’s the best word I could use to describe most of the spaces I’ve seen here. The whole “perfect housewife” thing was pretty convincingly preserved throughout the years, I’ll give her that. She even kept the cabinets stocked with… … Numerous SSRI meds that… … That explains a lot. I grab the Ibprof’ and take the doctor recommended amount of sugar pill that I think would help and head back to sleeping beauty. “Naomi. You gotta wake up.” I command softly as I shake her shoulder slightly. She just grimaces and rolls over. I would feel bad about trying to wake up anyone from a hangover but she does have other obligations to take care of that she is clearly trying to avoid. I’m trying my best not to figure out too much about myself and seeing her like this… does not help. Something about seeing her reminded me about this STUPID moment from 20 years ago… … Damn that was 20 years ago, huh? That night we spent on the beach with all of Lucy's friends was pretty cool if it wasn't for Naomi acting fucking crazy. I don’t remember the exact thing she said, but something really didn’t sit right with me after that. The fact I can not recall what she said was a bit worrying, but my feelings, like echoes, pulsated around my head, like I was still there in the moment, but the words were formless. It’s crazy, I thought to myself, that I can’t call upon the words that she spoke that made me really really angry. So angry, in fact, that after we said our goodbyes, I started thinking about how I was going to break it off with her. I was so desperate to get away that I almost didn't care about the collateral damage that the breakup could have caused if it were any messier than it was. Which leads me to believe that what she said was so horrendous that my actions were completely justified. Like people grow apart all the time, right? Maybe when I was younger I saw it as just that but now that I'm a bit older… A bit… It's been 20 years, man, get a grip… Maybe what I did wasn't the BEST thing I could have done, y’know? Like here was Naomi just trying her best to be what she thought was the best for ME. Jesus back then I was always so performance first that yeah, everything in my life had to be on the same level that I was. Anything less, then I'd just be wasting my time right? I think I got this idea from my father. The man was an accomplished police officer, With years of experience and a wife that he was probably really proud of, both back then and even now, so for me to end up like a deadbeat would be just unfair right? And I don't think I really understood that until I met Naomi. She had this cutting edge sharp wit about her that just resonated with me so well, like yeah I needed to bag her. There's something wrong with being a power couple inherently right? Like it just worked and I was genuinely in love with her. What that time spent together was actually really good, and even…Fun, I guess? I had someone in my life I could balance myself of off and they would fully understand where I was coming from when like I had these long nights of contemplation about what I actually wanted to do with my life, and she was always like, “Hell yeah, and I’ll be right there with you, Nas!” And sometimes she would evolve even faster than I was, and that would only push me to want to push myself even further and that just made me love her more. And you know what? It led to me becoming a doctor, one of the best in my field even. Having someone there who could match me, my drive, was exhilarating! And when we turned eighteen it only got better really and I think about it. What the hell was I so upset about that night? What I also remember was the turmoil that my sister was putting me through at the time. A bit more hazy in regards to details when it comes to that but I still have vague reflections of staying up all night while she and our parents hashed it out over some trivial matter such as… …My fucking sister. My lovely lovely sister. Lucy just sapped the life outta me for a good few years that it made me just…Push myself even harder. To the point of exhaustion really. I had this fucked idea in my head that I was going to have to, like, provide for her for the rest of my life because she was such a… … I can't even continue this train of thought. It just made me sick, thinking anything bad about Lucy, especially after last night and seeing how happy her family was and how… I’m here right now, trying to wake up my sleeping high school fling in hopes of keeping our affair under wraps. I can't help but compare and contrast both Naomi's and Lucy's relationship with each other from back then til’ now. Naomi fucking hated Lucy, and probably even felt the same way I did about her about the whole “providing” thing. That's probably why… … I'm finally putting things together years later, and I feel little to no catharsis right now. Actually I think I've realized this beforehand but after a drunken night of making out with her I finally realized something inherently messed up about the last few years of high school. Am- am I actually a loser thinking about high school right now? I had a pretty busy college life too. I met plenty of women in between experimentation sessions with drugs and whatnot, But why the hell did nothing stick? Maybe, just maybe, I actually did peak in high school but the peak never dipped at all, and I just rode the wave for multiple years. The only thing I never really got back was like a relationship but at the time that didn't seem like a really important thing to me. Because why would it be important to me? I'll find someone when I find someone. That’s how it works. Dwelling on it further would make me a loser, and Naser never loses. … With my head in my hands I realized that my fear of losing has sort of consumed my entire being, and the comparisons between me and Anon started to flash in front of me without my consent. Maybe I'm looking too far into this but I realize that Anon had no expectations going into the last six months and… With that he found someone who he jelled so well with that he pretty much rose so high to the occasion that he turned his misfortune into something that even my parents would be jealous of. When you start with nothing every little bit of ground you gain is like a war won, while having everything makes… EVERYTHING seems so miniscule in comparison. So small in fact, you lose the detail that makes life so beautiful to begin with. This could probably drive someone mad if they realize a little too late that… Oh God… What have I done… I never lose, I thought to myself as my nails were driven into the middle of my palm with such an anger I haven't felt since 20 years ago. Here I am sitting next to what could have been the best thing to ever happen to me while I felt the hot tears start to dribble down my face. An old man crying is not what she wants to see right now, and I would not blame her. I felt weak. For the first time in my life I felt small, belittled, I started to pace up and down the room. I hated this. I hate this. I hate this. How does anyone deal with this? HAS anyone dealt with this before? Am I actually alone this time? The knocking on the door gut punched me so hard that my nail dug a little too deep… “Uh… Mom?” A male voice called out. Shit… Tommy was home. Fear and a tiny bit of blood ran down my arm. If Tommy sees me, Naomi’s family would be shattered. I froze, in fear of making any sort of noise that would sound suspicious, but the knocks didn't subside. To my absolute amazement, Naomi’s body twitched a bit before she rolled over to her side and picked herself up. Her knee had slightly scabbed overnight but it still looks sensitive, gotta take care of that later. The bed sheet has some blood on it too. There she sat. The apple of my eye. A tiny bit of breast poked out… It would have been rude to be staring at it… “I’ll be up in a second, dear.” She said in a tired, raspy voice. “O-ok mom. Just wanted to let you know I’m going out with my friends now.” “Alright Tommy. Love you.” No response back from him, probably a nod or something. The pleasantries exchanged between the two through the door were surprisingly cordial all things considered. Here I was thinking Naomi would be in a bad mood or something… “... As for you…” Her glare shot towards me, completely alien to the tone she used last night… she sounded pissed, even when she was trying to be hushed. I have a lot to explain, I realize… Cynthia’s House Cynthia “For the last time dad….IT’S LITERALLY IN A FUCKING PARK!” I stomped my foot at this retarded moment we’re having. “Now now Cynthy, I just want to check the quality of the park, that's all.” My dad insisted. Already packing his bags with me and giving me one of his dumb backup bags. “Dad.” I took a deep breath even though my patience ran thin 5 minutes ago. I swear I felt like one of my veins popped with this amount of seething. Okay how would Amber do this…Aha! Okay c'mon try to be calm. Even though I’m NOT because I REALLY don’t want him to come with me because he’s sweaty and fat and gross all over. “I showed you the reviews already. Me and my friends ALREADY and LITERALLY went there! Yes I lied to you about me going to school before BUT that’s because you won’t stop FUCKING INSISTING!” I scream at the top of my lungs. He doesn’t seem unphased by it though, looking at me like I’m still 5 years old which just feels wrong and UGH! He did seem disappointed in me with his dumb slow disapproving nod of his. Mom steps in and at this point I just tuned them out. “Sweetie, we're only looking out for you.” Mom looks down on me with those kind eyes of hers. Ones that I can’t bear to look back at with how exhausting this was getting. God it’s so hard to talk to them… “This is the place?” A guy’s voice rang out the door. “Yeah yeah! We just gotta help her.” Another voice, one that I’m familiar with. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “Come in~” My mom tuned to the visitor at the door. I see Amber peek her head through as the rest follow inside. Oh god, people. I mean I know these guys but it doesn’t make it easier nor does it make my blood boil any less. “Hey kids!” My dad greeted everyone with his homely hospitality. “Hey!” Everyone collectively hollered back with Melissa giving a meek one at best. Oh look Sera is here, eugh. “Yeah hi to you too sugar.” Sera sarcastically greeted. We don’t get along as well as Amber would like, I don’t even know why we try to put up with each other? This bitch is SUCH a fucking hoe I’ll tell you that much, sucking skinnie cock to get what she wants. Even though Sera is a brainwashed skinnie lover, at least she's not in love with my dad, I still don’t get what my mom sees in him. Yeah walk away with your stupid fat ass, she’s smart enough to know what to do anyway than to make me more mad. Ugh my head hurts. I don’t know how much more I can take from this… “Hey Cynthy you alright?” A sweet voice spoke to me. Amber, of course who wouldn't it be? Our local therapist for everyone and everybody. “No I’m doing fine, this is the opposite of a headache where I feel PERFECTLY ALRIGHT!” I scream at her louder than necessary. She simply put her hands in her jacket pockets. Giving me an incredulous face, questioning my current sincerity. She’s not making this any easier, is she. She expects me to be calmer, I can’t be any calmer by this. But I guess this annoyance from her trying to be nice replaces my annoyance from dad trying to be there for me. I sigh, this is so fucking exhausting. “...No. I’m not okay. I just wanna go with you guys and is that really so hard to ask? Like I’m looking forward to this thing and I can’t even enjoy it without any personal agency?!” I managed to croak out, I feel so dizzy. I slump down the couch where Melissa was sitting, she jumps with anxiety and I jump back out of instinct. She then immediately stands up and goes near Amber. “...I’m just gonna wait in the car.” I managed to hear her whisper “Alright, keep the AC on for us. Hot as shit out here.” She smiles back. Amber pecks Melissa’s snout and they both giggle. Her GF then goes to Tommy, him nodding before she exits the house. Eugh, bluh. I stick my tongue out in mock disgust, she picked up on that though. “Got a problem with that?” She boasted. Targeting my predicament of having no bitches. God shes doing that eyebrow thing again, how flexible are those fuckers?! I subconsciously try them out and I think she notices, giving a guffaw at my expense. Okay I’m not even mad anymore, I’m just tired. “No.” My mom offers me orange juice but I just swat her away like a fly. Amber takes it though. “Jealous or something?” She semi-sarcastically says before taking a sip. “What? I-” I’m not really LGBT or anything like that, I mean sure I interact with them online but only the ones that pay me to work with them. I kinda don’t give a shit honestly and don’t care if I use any offensive terms to piss off people for my own fun. Amber doesn’t care and I guess I’m glad for that? She guesses I can use her as an excuse to say “tranny” or whatever but I never needed an excuse…or maybe I do? Fuck stop thinking. “Yeah you’re jealous.” She confirms. I was about to retort back before realizing…damn…I need some bitches. “Well. Who do you like?” She then tries to be helpful. It’s pretty weird seeing her shift from fucking around to being sincere, it’s weirdly natural? “I mean…one of our guy friends I guess?” I discreetly answer even though she might know who it is. “But it’s y'know one of those fleeting crush types. It’s probably gonna disappear after time moves on.” “Aww c'mon, if you’re really wanting to get a partner then you gotta take a chance at it! No more words were said from Amber, giving a friendly smug face before returning back to my parents. Talking it out as best as she can with Sera helping too, I dunno why that bitch is helping though. Must be some weird plan she’s got or something. “Hey Cynthia.” One of my only two guy “friends” speaks up. Is he really a friend if I barely talk to him? I think this is my third time talking to him, the earlier two being questions like “Hey where’s Melissa.” Tommy approaches me, sitting beside me. He seems nervous like his sister but at least he’s not that bad, in fact it's like…normal anxiety? If that makes sense? Ah whatever. “Hey.” I replied back. He wears a custom varsity jacket, his old highschool/college thing back at St.Hammonds. With a basic shirt and denim pants, big boots and all. This guy is someone who’s pretty simple at life, kinda like Saitama. He’s pretty nice looking but I’m not sure I like him that much, I barely know him after all. But I don’t mind taking a glance at his glutes once in a while. “Sooooooo…Any particular reason as to why you wanna come along?” He rubs his crest. Now that I notice it, his crest looks like it has…makeup? It’s misshapen. “Uhh…Just wanna get out of here? That’s all.” I can’t stop looking at it. He doesn’t seem to notice though. “Nice uhh anime collection?” He glances over at the TV, a whole pile of DVDs. Even though we could easily just do subscription, the one thing I can say that my parents are based on is being pirates. Most of these are pirated, more are on the family computer and I'm surprised we haven't gotten any viruses yet. But I suppose Patty dealt with that with her programming shit. “Fair enough but aren’t girls like you supposed to stay at home?” I just look at him with a raised eyebrow, he probably realized what he said was pretty fucking dumb but I just don’t care. “If you mean hikikomori then yeah I guess but I’m not THAT bad jeez. I mean c'mon I just bought these!” I stretch my black and white arm warmers that make me look neat as hell. God bless online shopping. Authentic Wapanese merch, the ONLY thing that I’m willing to not pirate. “Oh uhh sorry.” He looks away at me in shame. I just roll my eyes though. “...Man she’s cute.” I was surprised at what he whispered. Me? Cute? What? …I should fuck with him. “Tu es jolie aussi.” Finally this french is useful for something. “What does that mean?” “Oh nothing! Just saying it’s alright.” I give a smug grin at him. He might know what I said, he might not. But what matters is that he’s flustered as fuck now. “Aaaaaand I think we’re set!” Amber returns to me exhausted. "Just go with them sweetie, no buses alright?" My dad chastises. "Yeah yeah whatever!" He then nods and proceeds to fuck off back into the kitchen, I let out a breath and feel tired already. “Jeez fucking finally.” “Anything you want while you’re gone?” My mom steps in. “MO-” I screamed before I remembered something. “Actually can you get me more pen nibs, the one I have is wearing out.” “Noted!” She writes on her notepad. Finally I'm out. OH GOD THERE’S A GIANT METEOR- oh wait that’s the sun. Hah…Okay maybe I am that bad. Melissa waves meekly inside the car, it’s a pretty big family car. I’m assuming it’s from their Mom, with 8 seats in it and large trunk space. I throw in my bag at Sera who grumbles something in Trigglish as I squeeze in. Ahhh…Sweet Air Conditioning- OOF. “Pack your own shit in hun.” Sera flipped at me. I flip back, my own suitcase on my lap weighing me down. I didn’t pack anything too heavy? Just some extra clothes, some manga, my dad’s safety stuff eugh and my lapto- OH GOD MY LAPTOP! I quickly opened it, seeing that it was unscathed. I huff out an exhale in relief and groan in frustration at the trigger. At least she’s sitting in the back where it’s appropriate for her. Amber bumps my shoulder, ouch! She has this stern motherly look at her which annoys me but it’s something that she never stops doing. “Okay I’m sorry!” I groan out. Sera doesn’t buy it as she just rolled her eyes. Amber is probably gonna play therapist again, she does that to almost everyone she meets. I feel myself about to fall asleep, but I still think about what happened overall. I stare at the back of Tommy’s seat, this guy is pretty nice and cute. He definitely has mommy issues (duh) but maybe…I can fix him. But honestly whatever the fuck is wrong with him is way more hot! …y'know what. Fuck it! I'll get a boyfriend. Just wondering how I should go about it. [NOTES] Spoopy: WE'RE COOKING BABIE Jack: Real proud of this one