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Don't *** around

"What's that supposed to be?" I asked Izzy as she and mom hung some odd painting of a disembodied blue chick(?). Parts of her gave me a weird nostalgic feeling that sent shivers down my spine.

Izzy had filled almost every inch of space of the walls in the whole house with odd things like this. Everywhere except Cary's room, her walls were already too full. Izzy even started designating different rooms for certain types of art. Mine was the monochrome room which, ironically, had become especially colorful.

"I don't know." Izzy said as she stood back to examine it. "I found a old picture and loved the way her nose curved."

"Is that her nose?" I asked as I pointed to it.

"That's a arm."

"Why's it coming out of her ass?"

"That's her tummy!"

"Oh. It looks like her ass."

"Benjamin!" Mom shouted. "Stop being a pain and say something nice to Isabelle. And watch your language!"

After a second of thinking, I turned to Izzy and said "I'm jealous of you guys."

Izzy furrowed her eyebrows, glancing over at mom then back at me. "Why?"

"I'll never have kids as cool as yours."

"Technically," Mom said, backing up a slightly hurt looking Izzy. "to be realistic, you'll never have kids. Period."

"Touche."

"Now go do something with your life. You're not going to sit here and rot." She told me, even though it was only four O'clock and a Monday. But, with that, mom headed out of my room.

"Izzy?" I called before she walked out.

"Yeah?"

"Even though I have no idea what's up with art and almost failed the class, your painting it good. You make Picasso look like amateur."

The smile on Izzy's face as she left was worth the hard-heart points I'd lost by calling her back. "Thanks Benji."

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Juliet stood facing her closet, surprisingly full considering the amount of clothes she'd laid on me, mostly dresses. Most of the tags read Modcloth, but a few were from other brands she'd taken a liking to. If she could, she'd stop her parents from buying food and use the money to buy clothes.

"Mini," She said, not looking back at me. "Can you give me my gray flats from under the bed? They should be in the first bin."

I threw the dresses I was holding onto the others on the bed, getting on my hands and knees to reach under the bed. Just to get this straight, Lee is the only person I would ever get on my knees for, outside of my family. No matter what situation I'm in.

Pulling out the flat bin and opening it, I searched for the semi-familiar gray shoes. Despite her usually clean closet, Lee's shoes were another matter. She had so many they started to overflow the two large bins under her bad and flood the floor of her closet and room.

Instead of finding the shoes. I found something more interesting.

"Lee, why do you have pills in here?"

"Oh." She shrugged. "There from when I went to the hospitable awhile ago. It was where you came after school and stayed until the end of visiting hours for three days, remember?They're really strong. Like, I took two and vomited. I didn't know what to do with them so I kept them there."

"You should sell them to a drugy."

"Mini!" Finally turning around, she glared at me.

"What? How many are there, ten?" I guessed as I shook the bottle. "That's a good two-fifty."

"....How do you even have friends?" She asked. "You're a inconsiderate jack-ass with no morals."

"I lure them in with promises of great abs and candy." I said as I handed her the shoes. "Then I eat the candy."

Pulling off her dress, she said "That explains why the ads are lacking."

"Don't hate. I'll get you cleaner than two times in the washing machine."

"I'll remember that next time I have a tough stain."

"Oh, cum doesn't come out. That's there forever."

She gaped as she shoved her head through the neck hole of her purposefully-over-sized sweater. "Mini! What the hell!? Firstly, that's just wrong. And second, you know I don't have a boyfriend. What do you take me as, a whore!?"

"Well, you do get dressed in front of your guy friends."

"Shut up, you're gay. Speaking of gay guys!" Her eyes went wide with remembrance as she slipped on her shoes. "What was with that shit you pulled in gym!? Cage is a sweetheart and you had to be a fucking dick to him?"

I couldn't help but crack a smile at the thought of earlier. "He's a figure skater, Lee. A speed skater I could respect, but really?"

"That doesn't mean anything! Just because you don't like what he dose doesn't mean you have to be such a jerk. His likes have nothing to do with you anyway, that's totally outside your life. I mean, Nathan doesn't play for the same team as you and you guys get along. That's because it has nothing to do with him."

I can't honestly say I hadn't thought to atone for my actions. He seemed to legitly think I meant figure skating and wasn't trying to make fun of anyone or start anything. Getting so mad about me laughing only showed how much he cared about the sport, I probably hurt the little guy's feelings. But it was hard to think someone who thought figure skating was a sport would be smart enough to know what was worth caring about. Plus, it was just so damn funny.

And apologizing is asking for forgiveness. Asking for forgiveness is begging. It's like I said, I don't get on my knees for just anyone.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "Nate's goalie."

"I meant he doesn't suck dick, Shithead!" Yanking off her sweater, she quickly found a black T-shirt and pulled it on. "Whatever, you're a lost fucking cause. Come on, we're gonna be late for work."

"Who said I was driving you?"

"The six inch, sharp edged, killer heals you got me last Christmas behind me did."

"Touche." Smacking her ass on the way out, we headed to my truck and drove to the restaurant we both worked at.

Lee's nice smile got her a job as a hostess while my muscle got me one as a busboy. Unfortunately, that meant having to spend a lot of time with the dishwashers who all happened to be gay, pasty, and interested. There's not one I haven't turned down yet. In both ways.

Cleaning off a table, I could hear Lee's laugh coming closer towards me, her voice happy and language clean. I turned and smiled at the little boy who was following her to their table. About four or five if I had to guess.

"Whoa!" He exclaimed, wide eyes enhancing his cuteness. "Why are you so big!?"

Lee giggled as she sat the family down next to the table I'd just cleaned off. "His favorite food is spinach. It'll make you big and strong."

"I'm Popeye." I joked, earning one of those adorable little kid laughs.

"No you're not, you don't have the anchor tattoos!"

"Aw, you got me." I laughed, snapping in a 'aw, shucks' way. "But don't tell anyone. Olive Oyl might dump me." With that, his parents pulled him into a seat as they laughed and I turned to get back to work.

That's the only down part I ever found in being gay. I'd never get a cute little kid like that. Well, I could adopt, but then I'd have to put that kid up to a bunch of jack-asses trying to say that his two fathers are turning him gay and how we shouldn't have him. And that's just risking the chance of destroying his (or her) childhood. I didn't want to do that to a kid. I'd rather live wishing I had a kid than knowing I disrupted the life of one who could have lived happily otherwise.

"Hey Mini." Lee leaned over the table, her finger up against the posted schedule and ass out in a raping position. "Why do you think it is we always work Monday?"

"I don't know." I answered as I worked the knot on the back of my apron. "I think the real question is why I always get stuck working with you."

"Shut up, fucktard. But really, we worked the thirtieth, the seventh, the fourteenth, and today's the twenty....first..."

Lee's reluctance to say the word turned my attention from the knot between my teeth. "What?" I asked when I saw she was looking at me curiously, almost scared.

"Nothing." Quickly, she snapped out of it and came over to use her magical nails and untie the knot. "Really Mini, if you can't untie it then why are you going to tie it so tight? What do you do when I'm not here?"

"I bribe one of the dishwashers to do it for me. It's really not much of a bribe, I think they're all just always exited to get that close to someone else' dick."

"You're so full of yourself, Mini." Rolling her eyes, she threw the apron in the bin and I walked with her to get her stuff.

"My dick may be big, but it's not that big. Plus, If I wanted to be full I wouldn't have to resort to myself, I have guys lined up."

After a few seconds of the confused look plastered on her face, it twisted into one of disgust and she hit me in the chest. "Nasty! What the hell!? That's why you can't remember, you're too busy thinking of shit like that!"

"Wait, remember what?" I did a quick sort of what I had to remember for who in my head. Mom's birthday had passed and so had Christmas. Izzy and Clary's birthdays weren't for a while, Lee's was in a little under a month, and Nathan's is in July. There was no practice on Mondays and no game today either. Nothing for anyone that mattered came to mind. So it must not matter too much.

"I guess it's good you don't remember." Lee said as I lifter her into my truck. "You're in a much better mood now that you've forgot. But I'm kind of shocked you did, you get put in a bad mood all day by it, you always remember bad shit."

"Lee, if that's so, then I think you should shut up before I remember."

She shrugged and we did our usual ritual when I started to play The Refresher Course, ending in the music not changing and her singing with me. But even though my favorite perverted song was blasting through the speakers, Lee had my mind going through possibilities of what the fuck she was talking about. I mean, really. If she's going to fucking say shit, the least she could do is tell me what the hell she's talking about. It pisses me off, being left to figure it out on my own.

Since it obviously didn't matter, I went through the things I cared about least. I starting from the bottom of the list of things I hated. After that decision, it didn't take long to realized Lee was talking about William.

Every Monday since I was seven, after two years of hearing nothing from him, he started calling. Every Monday, I'd have that one little fucking ray of god fucking damn sunshine to look forward to coming home and receiving. He always seemed to time it amazingly, close to when I usually left but just enough time to maintain a awkward-on-his-part-hostile-on-mine conversation. He'd ask about school and hockey, like he cared and was actually fucking interested or was ever vaguely active in it, then make some shitty excuse about his wife, kid, or work to get off the phone.

Though, I was myself surprised by my forgetting. Now Lee's behavior made sense and, now that I think about it, I understood why mom wanted me out of the house so early. The whole thing left me wondering what had made me forget it in the first place, it's not like anything significant happened today.

But seriously, I don't know what the fuck he think he's even doing calling me. What kind of goddamn bitch calls just to make my day shitty? Monday's are already hell, everyone thinks that, but did he really have to make everyone's evening complete and total shit by putting me in a piss-off mood? I fell bad for my last three teachers. Since, just to make it even worse, I always remembered when I was happiest, after gym, the best part of my whole god dam day was ruined by it. Who the fuck dose he think he is?

Contrary to many's beliefs, I've only hated him in my lifetime, no one else. No one else was worth it. That just makes me hate him more, having to acknowledge he's actually worth something. Even if that some thing is shit.
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Sorry, my bad. I forgot to update for three days. But Nicole should have reminded me!
Oh, in case anyone didn't know, I'm Tiffany, I'm writing Benjamin. And the terribly amazing writer of Micajah is Nicole.

Grah, I didn't realize about the whole suck thing until like three hours after I updated. But I don't feel like going back to edit, future readers can laugh at me. Do you hear that! I hope you hyperventilate!

So, I usually always post links to the songs I mention, sorry if I forgot earlier with Under And Over IT and To Catch A Snipe. Sorry for the shotty The High Court song, they're not big enough to have all their songs available in quality on the Internet.

Oh, and this is the song I've annoyed Nicole with but she used as a chapter title last chapter anyway.

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