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Chapter 16: Or Dare
It was complete darkness on Halloween. I guess, some people may say this was poetic. I wouldn't be one of those people though. It was a coincidence. It was also a coincidence that Shane and Sampson had decided to stage a sleepover on tonight. Now that Byron and T-Boy were blindly upstairs looking for candles, Shane and Sampson had decided to talk. What they didn't know was that I hadn't gone upstairs as well. Sampson had started talking some weird stuff. He was saying that he had a brother (a real brother). His real brother was in love with T-Boy. I had always thought that I was the only guy that had ever been with T-Boy. This was definitely some weird news. The past life of T-Boy was always a surprise. I thought I knew everything about him. We used to hang out all the time, but he always kept his home life secret. I thought it was just caused he was embarrassed, but maybe it was deeper. "Quick, be quiet," Sampson's voice whispered in the pitch black room, "I hear them coming back." I heard T-Boy and Byron as well. They were loudly coming back down the stairs, stomping each step to make sure where they were. I decided to crawl back to where I had been sitting before and pretend to walk in as well. The dark room was murky and I found myself tripping all the while. Something slipped under my feet. It had to be a slipper or something. Whatever it was had caused me to slip and bust my ass on the middle of the floor. "Syn is that you?" I heard Shane ask. "Yeah," I said, "I'm just tripping over something." "Don't worry, we found candles," Byron boast, like he was a holy savior of some kind. There was a light suddenly and I saw Byron put his candle on the table. I would have given him a mean look but I couldn't even see him. He had walked over like he had a stack full of candles. He had one fucking candle in his hand. The little light barely radiated anything, but then T-Boy brought a couple more. He lit them all around the table in a circle. The group of candles helped a little. They made the room seem like a dim kind of room, but not completely pitch black like it was before. I had to squint, but I think I would be able to make my way to the door just in case of an emergency. The candles were better than nothing. There was no television and for a little while we just sat there. Byron had tried to get a little closer to Sampson, while T-Boy gave me awkward looks. Shane was tapping his foot and he looked like the most impatient out of us. I knew how he felt. He had been enjoying his great movie and now it had been interrupted. I wanted to laugh a little because he deserved it for taking every scary movie so personally. "I'm hungry," I finally said, breaking the silence. I seriously was. It was Byron who opened up a cabinet and threw me some alligator cookies. They looked familiar. I knew they were my alligator cookies. He had fucking hidden my alligator cookies. I was going to say something about it but then Shane came in with his own little remark. "We should play Truth or Dare," he said. I had expected it, "Why? Aren't we a little too old for this?" Half of me was hesitating because I knew Sampson said he only wanted to play truth or dare because he wanted to kiss me. I didn't mind him kissing me but it made me mad that he was thinking more on the game instead of telling Shane about the past. I'd come so close! Now, it was payback for Sampson not sticking to the subject. "I don't think we are too old," Sampson said, looking around the table. The light flickered over from face to face. I didn't care about this fucking game. I wanted to know why Sampson and T-Boy hated one another. I had to know about what happened in the past. "I want to play!" Byron said, looking over at me, "Syn, why don't you play?" I looked over at T-Boy, "I'll play if T-Boy plays." It was sort of my attempt to let him know that I was still his boyfriend even though we were going through these little issues. "Ah yeah ok. I'll play." I could tell T-Boy really didn't want to play, but we both knew that if he denied playing, it might rub off the wrong way. He might make it seem like he was being bitter or something. T-Boy rested his arms on his knees and looked deep into the flickering candle. I did the same thing in imitation. I smiled, "So who goes first?" Shane all but jumped at it, "Since I suggested it, I should go first. Sampson truth or dare." It was just as I had suspected. I rolled my tongue to make sure my breath was good. It definitely would be weird kissing Sampson. The last time we kissed had been a life-changing experience. I found both T-Boy and Sampson had gay tendencies of some kind. I wonder if this would have the same dynamic outcome. "Dare I guess," Sampson answered, acting like he was surprised, "I'll start this off in a high note." Byron let out his little "O's" while T-Boy gave both Shane and Sampson a suspicious look. I knew what he was thinking. Shane did a lot for Sampson lately. Shane had helped Sampson give me all those notes. Shane was probably going to be helping Sampson do a lot more as well. "I dare you to kiss Syn," Shane commanded, causing Sampson to give me a quick flirtatious smile, "But wait not on the face." "What where?" "On his buttcheek." "What?" T-Boy asked, looking suddenly irritated, "What the hell kind of dare is that?" Shane gave T-Boy a challenging stare, "Hey, you said you wanted to play it. We are all playing fair here. You don't talk about my dares and I won't talk about yours." "Fair, my ass " T-Boy muttered, so lowly that I barely heard him. Sampson gave me a look. I laughed. I laughed hard as hell. Shane was hilarious. Byron started laughing (probably just cause I was laughing so hard). Sampson had a smile on his face and T-Boy looked irritated. It was just a weird thing for Shane to dare someone to do. I knew Sampson had not expected it too, which made it even funnier. "Um you were serious?" I asked, noticing he wasn't changing his dare. "It's a dare," Shane stated, continuing to defend his crazy request. I looked at Sampson and he gave me an innocent shrug. He definitely hadn't planned for this. I let out a laugh and got up. I went over to Shane and turned my back towards him. I struggled to lower my pants and suddenly I found out that I had lowered my pants to my knees. I could imagine how it looked like to see my ass out in the open like that. I was staring into the darkness and then I felt something on my right ass check. It was a hand. I looked back to see Sampson's hand. He wasn't squeezing it. He was just resting his hand on there. "Do it already," T-Boy demanded, sounding really pissed that Sampson was touching my ass. It was the first thing that he had said to Sampson the whole night. Playing this game would definitely just turn out bad and I already knew it, but I hung to the little hope as Sampson breath was felt on my skin. "You ready?" he asked me, politely, "I'm about to do it." "Yeah." I felt his lips on my ass cheek. I let out a deep sigh that I didn't expect to let out. It felt so fucking good! His lips parted and I felt his tongue starting to roll around the same spot. It was like he was tongue-kissing my ass cheek. He was flicking his tongue back and forth against the skin. My skin was so sensitive to his touch. "It tickles!" I laughed, trying to pull away. He kept kissing for a little while more, despite my attempts to pull away. He waxed the skin of my ass leaving this wet spot on my ass that was the size of a fist. Suddenly he pulled back and then it was over. Byron and Shane were laughing hysterically at this. T-Boy was staring at Sampson and Sampson looked like he was trying his best to ignore T-Boy. I pulled up my pants immediately. I sat down and tried to look like I wasn't fucking humiliated. "I'll get you back for that," Sampson promised Shane and pushed friendly, while wiping his lips. I couldn't believe he had just kissed my ass. I mean, what the fuck? I gave Shane an appalled look because I wanted to hit him in his face suddenly for making Sampson do something so stupid. "Well it's your turn," Shane told Sampson, "But you can't pick me because I picked you. It's the unwritten rules don't you know how to play truth or dare?" Shane was making it up. I had never heard that shit before. I didn't say anything though, because I was busy comprehending if it were possible to sneak into the darkness before anything embarrassing happened again. I mean someone kissing my ass did feel good, but it was just embarrassing especially in front of my boyfriend. Sampson wasn't smiling when he suddenly said, "Tommy truth or dare." "No. Shut up, bitch," T-Boy said in an abrupt expression of his feelings towards Sampson. I saw that Sampson was going to say something back and then I knew that T-Boy was going to say something back to him. They would be fighting back and forth. They would probably make it physical. It would have been funny to see if the lights were on, but I wasn't going to get anything out of it if the lights were off. "Tommy you got to play," I said, looking at him, "Why do you always have to act like that?" "Ok ok, fine," T-Boy muttered and turned to Sampson, "What, bitch?" "Learn to listen," Sampson said curtly, "I said, Truth or Dare?" "Truth " I looked at Sampson. The apprehension between the two was clear. It was no secret that Sampson didn't like T-Boy. So why had he pick him? "Is it true you been exaggerating your injury lately because you like the extra attention?" Sampson asked. T-Boy said something under his breath and then said, "Why would you even ask such a dumb ass question?" "Are you going to answer the question or not?" I looked at T-Boy. He was hesitating. I could see he was hesitating. My mouth dropped open in shock. Why the fuck was he hesitating? "Maybe a little," he finally said and bit his lip. "What!" I roared. I couldn't believe him. All the stuff that I'd been doing for him had been for nothing. He was just too fucking lazy to do shit himself? I folded my arms. This game was just making me feel bad. "I only been doing it for the last 2 days," he pleaded, almost apologizing, "When I found out my leg was fully recovered, I thought I wouldn't be able to always have you next to me. I just liked your constant company." I smiled, "Aw I'll always be with you. You don't need an injury to get my attention." "Ok enough mushy stuff, your turn T-Boy," Shane interrupted. T-Boy looked like he was kind of enjoying this game too, which was kind of weird because the whole night he had been acting distant and anti-social (probably because of his tension with Sampson). T-Boy bobbed his head at Shane, "How about you? Truth or Dare?" Shane looked just as scared at T-Boy did when he said, "Truth." "What is your reason for helping Sampson?" T-Boy inquired, giving Sampson a smile, "I mean when you helped him at trying to convince Syn about how I wasn't treating him right." T-Boy sounded bitter, but still confident. I looked at Shane. He looked self-conscious being put on the spot like that but I felt he deserved it after having Sampson kiss my ass in front of everyone. Shane was looking anxiously at Sampson as though wanting him to help him out with an answer, but Sampson just lowered his eyes. "Truthfully, originally Sampson asked me for help," he rapidly said, "I have nothing against you, Tommy. I was just trying to give Syn the choice." T-Boy looked confused and irritated, "What choice? Man, don't act like you don't know Sampson didn't like him before I did." "Stop bitching. He chose you, right?" Shane replied, returning the irritable theme. "Can we move on " Byron interrupted, saving any further interruption, "Why doesn't someone pick me? I just been sitting here this whole time watching you guys get serious over a game." T-Boy rolled his eyes and sat back. He sighed loudly as though no longer interested in the game. Sampson was looking real silent and reserved like he had a lot on his mind. I was noticing everything. I noticed the thunder rolling outside. I noticed the way Shane was slowly opening up, especially around Sampson. I guess Sampson influenced him to talk more. I I should have been the Shane's best friend and I should have been the person Byron had a crush on, but now everything seemed to revolve around Sampson. I guess in some ways, his personality collided with mine and he just filled up the positions where I lacked. Unlike me, he was inviting of Byron's flirts and he was supportive of Shane becoming chattier (as well as annoying). "Ok, truth or dare, Byron?" Shane asked. Byron giggled loudly. He was the oldest one in the room, but sometimes he acted like the youngest. He seemed like one of those people who always had to have something around them to entertain them. "Dare!" Byron shouted as though suggesting he was something special because he was brave enough to choose dare. "Why are you so excited?" I asked, looking at him sideways. I guess I was just irritable since I had been embarrassed with Sampson kissing my ass. I still hadn't been able to look Sampson in the eyes after that. I was on edge and I was high-strung. "Syn hush. Byron, I dare you to " Shane said. Did he just tell me to hush? Was he disrespecting me in my own house? " make-out with T-Boy!" I rolled my eyes and Byron did his little "I want attention" laugh. He smiled over at Sampson as though attempting to grab his attention before he got up and made his way over to T-Boy. I didn't want somebody over T- Boy, especially a lunatic like Byron. He could taste T-Boy's goodies and get hooked. Byron put his hand on T-Boy's shoulder blade. He leaned into T-Boy with animation. T-Boy kissed onto Byron's lower lip. Then Byron kissed T-Boy's upper lip. Then I watched as T-Boy opened his mouth. Why the fuck was he opening his mouth, first! Then I saw Byron move in for the tongue kiss. Byron's tongue slid in T- Boy's mouth overtly and the two started a slow tongue lashing process that went back and forth. I blurted out, "Damn shit fuck---ass---crap---bitch!" I hadn't known what I said until I said it. I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to curse. The kiss was so passionate and it just caused me to curse. I guess it was some deep jealousy that was buried in my undertones or probably protectiveness that I didn't know I had. I immediately cuffed my mouth to shut it up. Everyone laughed. Everyone laughed but me. I guess they found it funny. T-Boy was laughing probably hardest. My cursing had caused him to break out of his kiss with T-Boy to start laughing. He slid across the couch he was sitting on to sit beside me on the floor. He hugged me tightly and laughed, "Don't get mad, baby, its still all about you." Great. I had been embarrassed twice. Now everyone thought that I was jealous of the T-Boy kissing Byron. That wasn't the part of Syn that they should of known. To them, Syn was supposed to be unmovable and cool, not some emotional kid. "Regardless, Byron its your turn," I suggested quickly trying to change the subject. It was getting late and I was ready to go sleep, but I hated to be the one to leave first. It seemed like everyone was having fun except me. They were having a fucking riot. "Syn, truth or dare." Great. How did I know that my night could only get worse? I was scared of what Byron might ask me if I picked truth so I just said, "Dare " I regretted it as soon as I said it. For a moment I had forgotten that Byron was the sex-fiend ex-male escort that had the mind of a teenager who just hit puberty. Everyone started to laugh at me, almost seeing my stupidity from the gate. "I dare you to strip, full monty on the table, with some whip cream!" My mouth dropped open. He couldn't be serious. "No!" "Do it!" Sampson cheered. Then there came a band of "Do it!", "Do it!" cheers from everyone except Shane of course who seemed as freaked out as a newborn in a titty bar. I couldn't believe T-Boy was cheering for me to strip. I mean, he was my boyfriend. I didn't have to do a striptease for him to see me naked. Maybe it was some kind of fetish I don't know. Maybe it was the whip cream that got him excited. Either way, he was worked up with the idea. "Ok shut up," I said looking around, "You guys will wake the neighborhood." "Fuck the neighborhood. Take it off!" Byron roared. They were acting real childish and even though Shane was straight he had gotten into it just so he wouldn't feel left out. I guess I would have been into it, if it was someone else embarrassing themselves. No, but it was me. "Ok, fine, but you guys are just picking on me." It was true. They were giving me the hardest dares just to get that extra kick out of it. I prayed that I had my good drawers on as I took a candle and went to find my hidden stash of whip cream. I came back and by the time I had come back, they had cleared the table of the candles and had all crowded around the table as though I was going to do some real strip dance. "Well, somebody beat-box or something," I said and laughed. It felt weird dancing to no beat. Shane, after taking his time to laugh at how gay this all was, started to beat-box. It was the same exact beat that he had been doing for all his talent shows. The beat was slow and kind of stupid, but it was the only one he knew how to do. He made little grunts from his throat, followed by knocking on the table, following by him making a short 'ping' noise. I started to take off my shirt, with a button at a time. I couldn't stop smiling and it wasn't because I was happy, but because this was so fucking stupid. I should have just said, "Fuck you all, I'm going to sleep." Too bad, I didn't. I just took off my shirt completely, hoping that my abs portrayed nicely in this dim lighting. "Ha, look, his nipples are hard," Byron pointed out. I threw my shirt at Byron. It wasn't a tease. I launched it at him. It was his horny ass that had me dancing like this now. It only caused him to laugh even more though, which caused T-Boy to laugh, which caused Shane to laugh, which caused Sampson to laugh. They were enjoying themselves. I started to take off my pants afterwards and it wasn't long afterwards before they started shouting out some humiliating things. Most of the sex talk was coming from Byron, but T-Boy offered his own little dosage. "Get on the table!" "Take off the boxers!" "Use the whip cream!" I rolled my eyes, trying to tell one to shut up but they were all yelling so many different things at once. It made it impossible to tell one to shut up, because the next would just start. Shane had completely abandoned the beat-boxing for rolling in laughter. He was on the floor rolling at my attempt at a strip tease. Fuck it! I was already embarrassed I just went all out. I climbed up on the table and lay on my back. I shook the whip cream and drew traces of it from my chin, to my chest, to my abs and then at last to my belly button. I jumped off the table, jumping into Byron. He wanted to see me strip so bad, so I gave him a big hug, letting all the whip cream smudge his clothes. "What the what " Byron tried to sound insulted, but he was laughing too hard. I went back on the table and slid on my stomach slowly across it. I started to do a little grinding dance as if I was thrusting into an invisible person beneath me. I could tell by T-Boy's constant stare that he liked me doing that with the grinding hip motion. He had stopped laughing and instead just looked at me with raised eyebrows. I jumped off the table and walked over to him. I turned around and sat on his lap. I started to push my ass up into him. I had boxers on and he had his usual sweatpants on but he was hard. Even through the fabric, I could still feel his dick pressed up against the tip of my ass. If he was hard, then I had proof that he was enjoying it. "Someone's excited," I said and looked at the sweatpants, as I back away. Even in the candlelight, everyone noticed T-Boy's tent forming in his sweatpants. It was sweet because he was just as embarrassed as I was before. They were making a lot of noise now. T-Boy leaned forward immediately, casting a shadow over it so it wouldn't be seen. I looked at Sampson laughing and said, "What you laughing at? You want me to come over there." "I'm not your boyfriend. It will take more then grinding on me to make me hard." T-Boy shot Sampson a mean stare, but he couldn't really say anything. He couldn't deny that he had gotten hard, especially when he was still hard. He just looked and crossed his arms over his tent, just in case the shadow wasn't enough. "Oh really?" "Yeah, I'm a Mack. I'm an old player from the block. I know all the tricks. To move me will take a lot probably more then you got." I laughed at Sampson who jokingly challenged me. He was trying to sound sexy, cool and confident. Sampson's sudden burst of cockiness was intriguing and definitely entertaining. I had to admit that this was actually getting fun. I put a smile on noticing that I was slightly having a pretty good time. "You're going to let him talk to you like that?" Shane instigated and laughed. I smiled and sat on the table facing him. He was definitely challenging me and I liked challenges. I leaned my neck back and let out a loud moan. I tried to make it sound sexual, but it kind of sounded like I was in pain. Sampson laughed, but I quickly made up for my mistake. I started to squeeze the cool whip out of the tube and onto my stomach. It quickly dripped down to the opening of my boxers. I had a plan. I looked Sampson in the eye and opened my mouth so slightly that it would remain sexual. I pulled at the lining of my boxers, smiling at his surprised face. I started to squeeze the cool whip into my boxers. "Ok, ok your dare's over," T-Boy seriously said, probably noticing that I was putting all my sexiness into it. "I'm not done," I retorted. The only person that was still laughing was Shane and that was because he was straight. Byron watched me pour the cool whip into my pants and he started drooling. Seriously he had a little glossiness at the end of his mouth that looked like it was wet from drooling. T-Boy's tent still hadn't gone down and he looked like any minute he would break out into anxious masturbation. He probably wanted me to stop because he wanted to save me for himself or he probably wanted to stop because he was getting too excited. Either way he wanted me to stop and I wasn't going to. Then there was Sampson. He was still trying to challenge me in his eyes. His pants clearly showed no erection, but his facial expression looked like he was slowly folding. "Damn boy," Byron complimented me without having to say much. I had made sure that the cool whip was dripped around my penis. That was when I pulled down my boxers slowly, letting out the penis. It was covered in cool whip and you really couldn't see it, but there was still the figure. It was still swinging there and though it was dipped in the whipped cream, it looked right. I squeezed some whip cream on the table and began to slide my dick through it. I tried to cover my ass in the whipped cream too. It was more of a tease to see me covered in whipped cream then just see me naked. "Ok, ok you win!" Sampson suddenly said, fixing himself as though not wanting to expose his quickly growing erection. "Really," T-Boy agreed and added in a serious tone, "Put something on before these losers try to rape you." Shane started to clap for me, while continuing to laugh, but Sampson, Byron and T-Boy just looked uncomfortable. I knew they were all horny as hell and that was the funny part. I had gotten my revenge, even though I looked like I was the main serving in a dairy product commercial. I put on my boxers and tried to wipe off all the whip cream. I didn't get all of it off, but I called it well enough. I lay back in the chair and noticed everyone was avoiding eye contact with me but Shane. Stripping wasn't all that bad maybe I could use it to get through college or something. It definitely wasn't as tense and uncomfortable as I thought it would be. It was kind of fun. By the way all of them were horny, I could tell I was good with it. It wouldn't be such a bad idea. "Gay guys are trips," Shane laughed suddenly. He was enjoying this the most. "Excuse me," Sampson replied, "You can't just label everyone gay if they are attracted to other males. Some guys are bisexual. Some are curious " "Right " Shane said excusing the thought, "So we done here? I'm kind of sleepy." Everyone was kind of sleepy. The time passed quickly. In a few hours it would be daylight and we still hadn't gotten any sleep. It definitely was a funny Halloween. "No we aren't," I broke up, "I got one more truth or dare. Its for Sampson." No one looked like they wanted to play anymore, but I guess they all thought I deserved one more after having to strip with messy whip cream. I had gotten butt-naked (well almost if you didn't count covered in whip cream). "Um I'm not going to strip, too. So I pick truth," Sampson punked out. I wished he had picked dare because I definitely would of told him to use the rest of the whip cream in stripping (even though I used almost all the whip cream). I knew Sampson had that python-like monster of a cock. It was scary big, but I didn't mind seeing it again. Too bad he picked truth. I looked around. T-Boy was STILL covering his tent, which was funny because I put my clothes back on like 5 minutes ago. He covered his hard-on and gave Sampson a mean look. I had just one question to ask. Nothing else was coming to my mind. "What happened between you and T-Boy that time you had sex?" "What?" "You heard me." "No shh listen." I stopped for a moment, pissed off that he was avoiding the question! I just wanted to know what had happened. I wanted to know the truth finally. I stopped talking. What the hell were we listening for? BANG! There was a loud knocking. It was real loud. The sound resembled somebody kicking at the door or something. We sat there in the darkness and everyone just stared at one another in complete and utter confusion. Who the hell could have been knocking on the door? "Who knocks on the door in the middle of the night?" I asked, a little pissed. The knocking continued. BANG! BANG! BANG! I got up, since no one else seemed to be even willing to get up and see who was at the door. I took a candle with me, knowing that the hallway would probably be dark as hell. Shane quickly pulled at my shirt. "Don't open it! Haven't you seen the Scream movies? Haven't you seen the Amityville Horror?" Shane panicked, "Haven't you seen the Jason? Don't open doors in dark houses, especially when there is knocking. This is Halloween in addition! Whoever opens the door, dies!" The knocking was harder. BANG!!!! Everyone gave Shane sideway stares. He had seen way too many horror movies for his own good. He was getting creepy with them. I would definitely have to introduce Shane to some comedies or action flicks. He was way too stuck on those same horror films. They just made people paranoid for no good reason. "Shane shut up," I said and heard T-Boy give an agreeing "uh-huh". "Its true!" Shane muttered, grabbing at his knees and bringing them to his chest, "We are teens. None of us are virgins. We just came from doing something real x-rated. We broke three rules of 'How to survive in a Horror film'. We're doomed." We all looked at him. What was scary about it was that he wasn't joking. This kid definitely needed some pussy to relieve all that tension. "Ok," Byron interrupted Shane's paranoia, "Shane might be crazy, but he had a point. No one shows up in the middle of the night and bangs that hard on your door." "Relax," Sampson said, "Its probably just the wind on the screen door." "Yeah," I agreed. "Damn," Byron said and sighed, "That would explain a lot." That would explain why it was banging so hard and so constantly. The banging was still there. It was definitely was louder and definitely more rude. I could imagine that if a storm was outside that was strong enough to cut off the electricity, then it would be strong enough to make the screen door bang. "Um Syn," T-Boy broke in, "We don't have a screen door." "Oh? We don't?" Yeah, I forgot about that part. I guess I had to walk up to see who the hell it was. I offered to be the one to open it even though Shane was yelling that someone should go with me since Jason only killed one person at a time. I went to the door, opening it to feel a strong gust enter the house. It was raining hard out there. The rain was like a tornado or something. It made me wonder what was going on really. "Hey," the girl at the door said. At first, it took me a while to recognize who they were. The rain was very heavy and the person looked drenched in the rain. They couldn't even open their eyelids. The rain was that heavy. "Yolanda?" It was that bitch. She was in front of my house with this wet Sunday dress on that was completely soaked. She was holding herself, which suggested she was freezing. Her breathing was very, very heavy. She didn't hide the constant heaving and hauling that she was doing. Her nose was red and so were her eyes. It was actually funny in a weird way. I put my hand on the knob and was ready to slam the door in her face. "Syn, please don't slam the door," Yolanda pleaded, predicting my actions, "Its raining out here." "I didn't notice that," I said sarcastically. I tried to slam the door, but she jammed her boot between it. She was standing there like a wet dog. It was seriously pathetic. Her hair and her clothes were completely soaked. What the hell was she doing out at a time like this? Why was she even at my fucking house in the first place? "Syn, its Mercedes," she said, starting to cry solemnly, "She is after me. I was out trick-or-treating when well, she went to my house and beat up my father trying to find me. He called me and let me know that he's looking for me." "Um I don't care." "She knows where I live," Yolanda whined, "She has been asking about me all day long to all my friends. This is the last place she would look. I have to hide out here till the cops find her." "Cops?" "My father called them when Mercedes and her brothers beat him up. They are looking for her." Yolanda was crying. She looked like a complete ass standing in front of me like she was. She looked like a fucking pathetic little girl. Her eyes were swollen and red. She was shivering and looked frightened for her life. She was in pain and as for me I was in satisfaction. "Good. You know she looked for me as well?" I asked and laughed, "I told her about you. I told her you set the whole thing up." "Syn, I apologize for everything," Yolanda said. Yolanda looked like she was tearing up even more. She looked so defeated. She tried at grabbing my hand and her voice was rising with this whole blur of apologies that I barely cared about. "Syn, who is it!" Byron asked. "No one!" I called back. I pulled my hand out of her reach. Her lower lip was quivering like how little babies did when you took their candy away from them. How low can someone get? "You are no one," I assured her in a lower voice, "It Mercedes finds you then you deserve it. Why should I show you pity when you backstabbed me?" "Syn " "Uh-be quiet," I hushed her, "When Grimace, Satan and Rex chase you through a park with crowbars then you can come apologize to me. Until then, I don't want to hear it." I shut the door in her face and locked it. I couldn't stand even looking at her. I didn't see my cousin in Yolanda's eyes. I saw a bitch that had fucked up with the wrong person. She had gone way too far. What she did wasn't going to be undone. If Trash was after me, then it was only fair that Trash should be after Yolanda as well. I walked back into the room and waved at Byron, who was looking at me suspiciously. He 'had' to be the one to look at me suspiciously. Shane had gone to sleep on the couch and T-Boy had gone to his room. Sampson had gone somewhere, most likely to the bathroom. "Who was that?" Byron asked again. "I said no one, didn't I?" "I heard talking." I smiled at him, "You heard wrong. Now can I please get some sleep without you asking questions?" He looked at me, suspiciously again. I went up to my room completely content. I would have slept downstairs with Shane, but since he had gone to sleep without waiting for me I decided to sleep in my room. My room was more comfortable anyway. I just kept thinking about Yolanda. She had gotten what she deserved and she had the gall to come back afterwards. No, she didn't have the gall, but she had the fucking audacity to come to me! What a fucking loser ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~//////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~///////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~///////~~~~~~~~~ Morning had come and I woke up in an extremely good mood. T-Boy had woken me up. He was sitting on me and had on this bright white smile. He leaned down and kissed me on my neck. He kept kissing me until his kissing started to become licking. The licking started to become sucking. "Morning baby," he whispered, while moving his tongue up. He moved his tongue up to my ear. He started to lash his tongue around my ear and in it. I laughed heavily because it started to tickle so much. Damn all the fighting we'd been doing had made me miss out on it. "You are freaky today." He laughed, "Well now that you know my injury is better. I figure I can break your back. Come on, we don't have school today. I just want to fuck!" I sighed. I wanted to even though it was early. The time wasn't the issue. It was that I had that morning nastiness while he was fresh. He smelled like he had taken a good long shower and his breath tasted sweet. My mouth was dry like a desert. I would have fallen to his seduction if it didn't embarrassed that I needed to take a shower. T-Boy didn't seem to care though. "I got to take a shower." He laughed. I guess he knew I was going to say that for some reason. He rolled off of me and lay flat on his back just like I was beside me. T-Boy smiled, "You going to leave me hanging like that, baby?" "Baby? Oh, so you think we made up?" I didn't think we made up. As far as I was concerned we were still fighting. He probably didn't even care about Sampson anymore now that I wasn't having sex with him. I wasn't sure what his motivation for trying to make up was exactly. I just knew that I had to manipulate it to get what I wanted. "Syn, I love you, I really do," he said and looked over at me, "I love everything about you. I love your smile and I love your eyes." I laughed. He was definitely getting points for the compliments. "What else?" He laughed, "I love your attitude. I love your style." "Is that it?" "I love your lips too " He put his hand on my face and started to lean into me for the kiss. His eyes were trying for that romantic connection. His baby oil smell was taking over the air around me. His strong masculinity was hidden underneath this extreme sensation of impulsive tenderness and sexual compassion "Oh no," I said, stopping him, just when our lips were about to touch. "What?" "Nothing, I just want to brush my teeth if we are going to kiss." T-Boy stared to lean over again, "I don't care if you brush your teeth, Syn " "Well I do." T-Boy looked irritated, "Well, you could at least tell me you love me back." "You made me wait I guess you should too." I gave him a 'whatever' smile and left him in his own sexual frustration. I didn't mean it. I just had to let him know that he had to take our relationship more serious then he had initially taken it. I loved him. I just didn't want to fucking get him in the idea that he could treat me like shit and get away with it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~///~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~///~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I walked down the stairs followed by a horny T-Boy. He wasn't saying shit to me, but he was giving off this whole aroma of 'let me fuck you'. As I got down stairs, I didn't smell anything cooking. I knew T-Boy's lazy ass damn sure didn't cook. I was wondering why Byron didn't cook. He usually liked to do the girly work and shit like that because he didn't have a job and didn't have anything better to do. Shane and Sampson were talking when T-Boy and I got downstairs. They got quiet as soon as we came near. I knew they were still trying to hide shit from me. I didn't know I hadn't been invited to the secret friend club. I thought Shane and I was supposed to be best friends, but I'd been replaced. Truthfully I didn't give a fuck. Sampson was 10X a better 'best' friend then I was. That was honesty. "Something smells like shit," T-Boy suddenly said. He was right. The whole place reeked of something that smelled like a wet dog. I looked at Sampson and Shane. They both didn't know what I was talking about. They just started talking in low whispers so I wouldn't hear them. I knew they were talking about something I wanted to hear, but I guess I'd have to find out on my own. "Syn " I turned towards the dining room area to see Yolanda. The bitch was wrapped in MY Walmart quilt and she had on MY slippers. I could smell the aroma of her. Her hair was still wet looking. She was drinking out of a coffee mug that Byron bought me even though I never drank coffee. Byron walked after her. Great, I knew he would let her in. "Great open the door, in walks the whore," I rhymed, bluntly, meaning to put every last inch of aggression in my tone. "Syn, she says she is your cousin," Byron told me, "She was out on the porch all night, sleeping under newspapers in the rain. I had to let her in." "No wonder it smelled like shit," T-Boy muttered to me. "She's not staying here. Byron, you are way too nice." That was when Sampson had to come in. Great, if Byron wasn't enough, now Sampson was here to speak to me on things. I knew shit would either get really heated or really boring. I watched him walk in the room to see his ex standing there looking miserable. She looked like she was a bum. I guess; I could qualify her as a bum. I mean, who sleeps under newspapers during a storm? "Syn," Sampson said, walking up to me and putting his hand on me, "I know she was a backstabber. She caused a lot of harm, but she's suffered enough. Just please let her stay with you for awhile. She's in danger." I looked over at Shane. "I would let her stay with me, but we got no space. She needs help, Syn. Someone has to give it to her. You seem like the only one she can turn to. She told us that she doesn't trust cops. She is your family, after all." I looked over at T-Boy. He shrugged at me. His face looked defeated as though it was my choice alone to make. Well, it was my fucking choice. I looked at Yolanda, "Besides what you think. I don't hate you. I pity you. Some people say all that matters is money, power and respect. People usually leave out family part. I never been a family person " She bowed down on her knees and started crying as though I had already said no. " You can stay here," I finally said, "but if you even look at me the wrong way, I'll have my girl Medusa take brooms to your pussy. You know Medusa is bi too, so stuff like that turns her on." "Thank you " Did she hear me threatening her? I guess it didn't matter. I saw happiness and appreciation in Yolanda. She was in tears when she started to kiss my feet. Shit, Trash had definitely put some fear in this girl for her to be acting like that. It made me think about exactly what I was doing. Taking in Yolanda could only be bad for me. If Trash ever found out that Yolanda was here, Trash would be wanting a round 2 with me. I wish I had the strength to have turned Yolanda around and sent her out. I just wasn't as strong as I thought I was First Byron and now Yolanda. My house had become a sanctuary for the lost and distressed. Who would have ever thought Syn was going to be so accommodating? Maybe I was a saint, but just didn't know it. Nah. Scratch that idea.