Ch. 38 // My Hold // Day 23
Contents (Warnings): Lynette's very excited for movie night, until she has a heart breaking reminder. (very light vore mentions, the feelies, a slight bit of angst and seriousness).
Wordcount: 1316 (short chapter, I know, I'm working on the next which a day will be skipped, FYI).
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(Oct. 8th, Saturday (After Festival))
There was dancing, sparkling displays, and a lot of cheer as things ended. We didn’t have to stay and clean up, though Edgar made Alexander and Drake stay. June happily volunteered with Claudia and Tila, who looked to make a competition out of it. The rest of us left.
And Viola watched over me as the rest of us were leaving.
Viola handed me the bags I gave her on the first day, all the gifts and clothes Zilla and Lev helped me pick out.
We passed many of the other places that were already closed or returned to empty lots of dirt. Looking back, I thought how crazy it’d be for all of this to soon be gone.
At the exit, there was a line. A lot of monsters were leaving, going back into their human forms. The monsters that hadn’t let the beings they ate go had to stop at a tent nearby and do that. There was a slight ruckus at the gate because one monster refused to let someone go.
I tried to pay little attention to that once we went over the gate. Sandra patted each head the best she could. She counted us like we were her little ducklings.
I tugged at my wristband, taking it off and putting it in one of the gift bags. I didn’t think I’d need it from here on out. It would stop working tomorrow anyway.
“I hope everyone enjoyed their time,” Sandra muttered as she turned her back to us. She raised her shoulders, and after a minute or two, she dropped them. The portal opened, and she went through it.
The others followed suit, talking amongst themselves. Viola gave me a happy smile and a pat, ushering me ahead.
I went through it. A sense of dread entered my body once I was back in the halls of the pizzeria. My tribulations would continue as usual tomorrow.
It was a nice break while it lasted. I thought to myself.
I said goodbye to everyone to avoid lingering and left. I checked my phone; it wasn’t even ten.
Wicks: Can’t wait for movie night! 🥰🍿 9:25 p.m.
Lynette:🍿! 9:51 p.m.
I should get us some snacks! I said happily in my head.
I stopped at the store on the way home. I brought two big bags of caramel corn and all their finest, fizzy pleasures.
When I got home, I groaned aloud. “Is someone having a party?!” Our parking zone was filled. I sighed and had to park further away. I got out, looped my lanyard around my neck, got my duffle back on my shoulder, then shopping bags in one hand and the gift bags in another.
I struggled to carry them. I closed my truck and locked it.
I walked all the way around, then squinted at the parking lot again. “Of course! Now there’s a spot!” I exclaimed to myself aloud with a giggle.
I struggled to open the glass door with my card, and luckily a sweet old lady opened it for me. I huffed up the steps with my quaking arms. I’m almost there. Come on, Lynette, you can do this! I cheered.
I banged into the door, unable to lift my arms high enough to get my key when I bent over.
I exhaled and had to release the bags like a chump. I failed the “take it all in one trip” achievement.
I unlocked the door and entered our dark apartment.
Wicks isn’t home yet? I thought to myself. I picked up the bags again. Ah, right, he usually gets home around 10:30. I put the groceries onto the counter overlooking the living room, then went into my room. I threw the duffle bag on my bed and stuffed the gifts under it. I had to sort through them later.
A devious idea entered my head. I hadn’t turned the lights on.
I could scare Wicks. I chuckled at the notion, unbagging everything and putting it onto the counter.
I was going to text him and ask if he wanted me to pick up anything from the store for a cover, but I heard someone at the door. I got closer to it, hearing his voice from the other side.
Did he bring someone with him?
I remained still, ready to shake the bags of caramel corn I held to spook him.
But his words hit me clearly when he opened the door. “I know, Charletta, but I’m afraid she’ll hate me after it.”
He flicked on the switch near the door. He dropped his keys on the table, then saw me.
I lifted up the bags with a weak smile, “surprise….”
I could hear Charletta talking through the receiver but couldn’t hear her response.
Wicks smiled half-heartedly.
“Lentils, I didn’t see your car. You got home early too-” He flicked back to the phone, “Lynette’s here. I’ll call you back later.” He hung up on her.
He rushed over and hugged me tightly. I hugged back, but the usual comforting sandalwood smell didn’t help the twist in my chest.
I tried not to dwell on his behavior during the festival. And I was so so excited to spend time with him when I got home that I forgot how I felt.
In my throat, a question rose. It struggled to leave and slowly choked me.
“I missed you, Lentils; how was it?” He asked. He pulled back, lightly holding my shoulders. I could see his aversion to the conversation he had with Charletta.
I lowered my head.
He wanted to tell me something for the past few weeks. He paused during certain subjects and avoided topics.
I pretended there wasn’t anything wrong. I always did. There were things Wicks never said to me, and I acted blissfully aware. Why can’t you tell me everything like I tell you? Now was no different. I couldn’t keep pretending with the weight of my anxiety.
The question spilled from my quivering lips, “do you not want to be roommates anymore?” I looked at his scuffed white running shoes.
The silence killed me, but he coddled me with another hug. “NO! That’s not it, Lentils!” He almost sounded offended. “You’re an awesome, loving roommate.” He pressed at the bags in my limp arms, “You even got me caramel corn. It’s my favorite…” he assured me.
“Then why-”
He broke the hug and locked eyes with me. I could see the worry clouding them. “Would you still love me if I hid something from you?”
“You’re my brother, Wicks. I’ll always love you. You know that.”
He hesitated again. He searched around as if he had lost what he was going to say, and his fingers fidgeted with the trim of his black work vest.
“I’m seeing someone.”
“You are?”
“I was afraid to tell you. I thought you’d give me this long talk about how terrible it is to date a stranger.” He continued, avoiding eye contact and moving his head from side to side with his explanation.
That’s not it, is it, Wicks… The thought squeezed my heart. You’re not going to tell me...
I pressed up a smile. “AND YOU KEPT TELLING ME SOMETHING FOR COMING HOME LATER OR THE NEXT DAY!”
Wicks turned back to me, a smile returning to his face too. “YOU CAN’T BLAME ME FOR THAT! AT LEAST I DON’T DISAPPEAR FOR A WHOLE DAY!”
“There’s been times!” I said back in less of a shout and more of a matter of fact. Our playfulness slowly returned as we walked to the kitchen.
I had no choice but to play along and hope he’d tell me.
Wicks was the most normal person in my life right now; he was the only thing I could hold onto for safety. And I couldn't lose my hold, or I'd drown.
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Thank you for reading! :D Have a gouda day! (Nonnegotiable, if you're lactose intolerant, you're about to be in a lot of pain, sorry, not sorry. Lol).
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