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Adult +
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Chapter 16
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Before driving home, Amy picked up a few tuxedos. One for me, one for Sora, one for my dad and one for Axel. She invited him to the wedding, and I am stuck with Axel almost everyday before the wedding. Why? Because Amy wants Axel to help her plan it.
I need a new best friend. Anyone out there willing to fill the spot, give me a call on 1-800-GOFUCKYOURSELF.
The ride home was almost as great as the ride to the mall. Yes, I am being sarcastic, did you figure that out all by yourself? Most boring hour of my entire life, cause there is nothing more entertaining than listening to Axel and Amy talking about the wedding. You can’t see me right now, but I am plucking my eyes out just to shake things up.
Amy had to go to the store, to buy some groceries, but before that she dropped me, Sora and Axel off at the house. Thank god, I was not planning on helping her picking out what our next family meal should be.
Axel made his way to the living room, and sat down on the couch. He let out a sigh, looked at Sora and said, “dude, your mom is a total milf.”
Sora raised his eyebrows and I...well I was pretty disgusted but in a way a little amused. Who the hell tells someone their mom is a milf after they spent almost an hour in a dressing room with that person (the mom, not the guy).
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Ax?” I ask him, before sitting down. Sora was still a little shocked and didn’t say anything, just sat down on the chair next to mine.
“Hey, don’t tell me you didn’t see how hot she looked in that wedding dress,” Axel smirked, “that dress hugged all of her curves so perfectly…”
“Axel, please. Shut up about my mom! It’s disgusting.” Sora said, trying to hide his face in his hands. Axel just continued smirking, throwing in a few giggles here and there, and you could tell by the look in his eyes he was definitely thinking about Amy. “Dude, stop it!” Sora yelled, throwing a pillow at Axel.
“Axel, I think you should go home,” I said. Axel looked confused at me, not moving.
“I’m sorry?” he said, and he still looked confused as hell. I gave him a stern look, and repeated what I said a few seconds ago. “Are you serious?” he asked, and now Sora was looking at me.
I nodded, and got up, moving towards the door. Axel picked up the hint, and walked up to me. He winked and whispered “details, later” and he walked out. Finally.
I went back into the living room and went to straddle Sora’s lap but he pushed me away and shook his head. I looked at him, the exact way Axel had looked at me. “What?”
“What the hell is wrong with you, Riku?” Sora almost shouted. It’s weird to see him get this upset, normally you would think of him as a silent angry person. You would imagine him getting angry in the form of walking up to his room, staying there for hours and writing angsty poetry.
“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you, Mr. ‘say something, do the other’?” Ok so I wasn’t as witty as I thought I would be, the guy caught me pants down.
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong...” Sora said, pausing a little for dramatic effect. “I am being seduced by my brother, in a bridal store, with my mom in the next room. That’s what’s fucking wrong.”
“I’m not your brother,” I say, calm as I can possibly handle. Why the hell is he freaking out? I thought I was the one being insecure about this.
“Whatever Riku, you know what I mean,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact, or contact of any kind at all cause he was standing a good 2 metres away from me at this point.
“No, Sora, I don’t know what you mean because you change your opinion every other fucking day. Make up your mind already, do you want this or not?”
Sora stopped moving, and just looked at me. He was thinking hard, I could tell by the way his eyebrows would quiver a little as he tried his hardest not to let his face reveal whatever was going on in his head. He might have failed this time, because I was pretty sure I knew...
“Let’s not do this, Riku.”
“Why not?” I asked and Sora sighed.
“Because neither of us want to know the answer to that.”
He shook his head slightly before he walked upstairs, and I could hear the echo of his door closing in the living room.
Fuck.
**
Before driving home, Amy picked up a few tuxedos. One for me, one for Sora, one for my dad and one for Axel. She invited him to the wedding, and I am stuck with Axel almost everyday before the wedding. Why? Because Amy wants Axel to help her plan it.
I need a new best friend. Anyone out there willing to fill the spot, give me a call on 1-800-GOFUCKYOURSELF.
The ride home was almost as great as the ride to the mall. Yes, I am being sarcastic, did you figure that out all by yourself? Most boring hour of my entire life, cause there is nothing more entertaining than listening to Axel and Amy talking about the wedding. You can’t see me right now, but I am plucking my eyes out just to shake things up.
Amy had to go to the store, to buy some groceries, but before that she dropped me, Sora and Axel off at the house. Thank god, I was not planning on helping her picking out what our next family meal should be.
Axel made his way to the living room, and sat down on the couch. He let out a sigh, looked at Sora and said, “dude, your mom is a total milf.”
Sora raised his eyebrows and I...well I was pretty disgusted but in a way a little amused. Who the hell tells someone their mom is a milf after they spent almost an hour in a dressing room with that person (the mom, not the guy).
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Ax?” I ask him, before sitting down. Sora was still a little shocked and didn’t say anything, just sat down on the chair next to mine.
“Hey, don’t tell me you didn’t see how hot she looked in that wedding dress,” Axel smirked, “that dress hugged all of her curves so perfectly…”
“Axel, please. Shut up about my mom! It’s disgusting.” Sora said, trying to hide his face in his hands. Axel just continued smirking, throwing in a few giggles here and there, and you could tell by the look in his eyes he was definitely thinking about Amy. “Dude, stop it!” Sora yelled, throwing a pillow at Axel.
“Axel, I think you should go home,” I said. Axel looked confused at me, not moving.
“I’m sorry?” he said, and he still looked confused as hell. I gave him a stern look, and repeated what I said a few seconds ago. “Are you serious?” he asked, and now Sora was looking at me.
I nodded, and got up, moving towards the door. Axel picked up the hint, and walked up to me. He winked and whispered “details, later” and he walked out. Finally.
I went back into the living room and went to straddle Sora’s lap but he pushed me away and shook his head. I looked at him, the exact way Axel had looked at me. “What?”
“What the hell is wrong with you, Riku?” Sora almost shouted. It’s weird to see him get this upset, normally you would think of him as a silent angry person. You would imagine him getting angry in the form of walking up to his room, staying there for hours and writing angsty poetry.
“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you, Mr. ‘say something, do the other’?” Ok so I wasn’t as witty as I thought I would be, the guy caught me pants down.
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong...” Sora said, pausing a little for dramatic effect. “I am being seduced by my brother, in a bridal store, with my mom in the next room. That’s what’s fucking wrong.”
“I’m not your brother,” I say, calm as I can possibly handle. Why the hell is he freaking out? I thought I was the one being insecure about this.
“Whatever Riku, you know what I mean,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact, or contact of any kind at all cause he was standing a good 2 metres away from me at this point.
“No, Sora, I don’t know what you mean because you change your opinion every other fucking day. Make up your mind already, do you want this or not?”
Sora stopped moving, and just looked at me. He was thinking hard, I could tell by the way his eyebrows would quiver a little as he tried his hardest not to let his face reveal whatever was going on in his head. He might have failed this time, because I was pretty sure I knew...
“Let’s not do this, Riku.”
“Why not?” I asked and Sora sighed.
“Because neither of us want to know the answer to that.”
He shook his head slightly before he walked upstairs, and I could hear the echo of his door closing in the living room.
Fuck.