I was yelling, and I heard the door open behind me. “Doctor, is everything alright?”
After a second, the door closed again. I didn’t even turn around, for all I knew, security was on their way to drag my crazy ass to solitary for making such a fuss.
Nothing happened, but Dr. Spaulding’s speaking. “From your friends, you have a lot of other talents that don’t involve sex. You juggle, there’s fire play, there has to be more.”
“That shit doesn’t keep you fed or warm. And who the fuck told you that, the guy I’d been fucking for a place to stay? HA! The only talents that got me anywhere were my dick and my mouth.” I clicked my tongue stud against me teeth like an exclaimation point to end my point. I didn’t want to make Jonathan look bad – he was good to me – but I had to get her to face facts. We both knew the score. No use in making it all nicey nice. I was a sex toy with legs who could eat fire.
And I didn’t regret a single minute of it.
HAPPY FRIDAY!! Yeah!
It’s been a neat week, I’m getting used to being a cat mom (oh holy fuck, so much cat hair everywhere), last week’s episode of Happily Ever After that I’ll be posting tomorrow right here, a friend introduced herself to M/M by reading (and reviewing!!) This Little Whatever, and there there was writing.
Here’s another very rough glimpse at another bit of All I Ever Wanted:
“He’s a regular superhero.” Avi declared. “You ready to be his Lois Lane?”
“What? Easy there, dude, I’m not getting into a frock. I wouldn’t carry it off as good as you do.” I added that last part quickly, so I wouldn’t earn his wrath.
Avi ran a hand through his bright red locks. “Damn right. Tucking that monster dick of yours would be a nightmare.”
“How’d you figure that? It’s not like I’ve been flashing it around you.”
“When you’re hiding it in those ghastly cargo shorts, anyone with eyes could tell not only are you packing, but you dress left.”
Okay, it was like he suddenly starting speaking Chinese or Yiddish and left me behind. “Dress left?”
That got me a sigh. “Your dick tends to hang to the left. Dress left. It’s useful when you’re being fitted for a suit to know which way you ‘dress’.”
“So left it points at Noam Chomsky.”
It was nice hanging out with Avi, as long as we avoided the subject of his lovelife. It was confirmed that he didn’t date or fuck around, but was always there for his friend Dr. Zay needed a date. Dr. Zay also didn’t date, being a doctor and running a large clinic took up a lot of his time already.
Okay, so maybe I didn’t bring it up because Dr. Carver arranged an externship with the small pharmacy in the clinic once I pasted the licensing test. Best not to piss off the best friend, right?
The house looked as pretty as ever, with only one thing not belonging there.
It was large and brown and old.
No, not just any van.
“Patch?” Avi shook me from where I’d stepped on the brakes halfway down the road. “Did you notice your phone flashing? You’ve missed some texts.”
Numbly, foot still on the brake, I took my phone out.
Kid, you gotta get over here, like now.
I’m SERIOUS, Patch. This is some shit.
PATCH. OUR PLACE. NOW.
Fuck, do you have your ringer off!?!!?
All from Jonathan, all in an hour span. Shit.
Yeah, I know, I’m sorry. I promised one every Friday and then I got a double whammy of allergies and a cold, because when my respiratory system hates me, it really hates me. I skipped a couple of writing days while I recovered.
So, here’s a bit from All I Ever Wanted, the sequel to This Little Whatever. NOTE: This is no guarantee that the scene below will make edits (mine or my editors), but I did write it with my own ten fingers, so that counts, yeah?
The nurse sighs. “Is there a reason why you’re not bathing? Do you want to talk to Dr. Spaulding?”
No, I did not want to talk to Dr. Fucking Spaulding. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to be here. I only did it because my friends, who I royally fucked over by not fucking dying, begged me to. It was damned hard to say no, looking at Lala and Jonathan’s red teary faces begging me to accept help.
I’ve never seen either one of them cry before. Way to suck, Patch.
I planned on doing the bare minimum until everyone just gave the fuck up and let me go to die in peace. The bare minimum did not involve showering regularly.
It also didn’t involve talking more than I had to. I curl up on the window sill, rested my head against the window and waited for her to go the fuck away.
She doesn’t. Fuck, she’s sitting next to me. Why? “I know it’s not easy, but I promise you if you clean up a little, you’ll start to feel a lot better.”
God, I fucking hate it when they talk to me like I’m a fucking child. I glare at her and snarled. “Fuck off.”
She didn’t look all that impressed. Then again, I probably don’t look all that impressive, skinny and smelly and tired. She’s probably dealt with worse.
“I tried to nice, but since you’re not going to be nice back, I won’t bother. Kid, you stink, and I’m this close to recommending we get orderlies in here to drag your ass outside and hose you down. The choice is yours.”