Golden (rewrite)

12

"Here! Happy?" You presented him an empty container, every grain of rice and quinoa was eaten, leaving nothing behind.

Lanette clapped his hands together. "Delighted."

You slumped back onto the backrest of your chair, feeling bloated. "Damn, first time in years I truly felt... full." You patted your belly as he starts tidying up.

"What do you usually eat for breakfast, (y/n)?" He asked, his voice was gentle and caring.

"Sunlight, I photosynthesize in the morning." You snickered at your joke. Lanette just gave you a confused look.

"You... don't eat anything at all?" His voice was laced with concern.

"No, man. Breakfast is like the most important meal of the day, of course I gotta eat somethin!" He sighed in relief. "I'd eat breakfast with the whole Motel Motel staff... well, it's only five of us anyways. Each of us gets a slice of bread and some tomato sauce. Easy, cold pizza."

Horror washed over him. "H-how..."

"I've been doin that for like a year. Way better than eatin' leftovers from the trash. Can you believe it? On a lucky day I'd find a whole sandwich with no bites, yeah they taste kinda funky but, I do what I gotta do." Lanette's eyes were wide and he massaged his temples with his fingers.

"That's... terrible." He mumbled.

"I know right? There are people in the world would throw away a good sandwich—"

"No, (y/n). You went through... so much. I... I-I'm sorry." You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't there to... help you. I wasn't there for you, I—" It looked like Lanette was trying to hold his tears back. He felt guilty, Lanette felt like he betrayed you by leaving you to suffer.

He wants to fix his 'wrongdoings'.

"Hey, what's with the mood swings, goin through menopause?" Lanette's face turned beet red.

"(Y/n)! I'm not that old!" You laughed at his flustered reaction.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! You should've taken a look at your face!" You slapped your knee. You continued laughing and pointing at him while he sits there with his arms crossed.

Your laughter starts to die down, "hoo... ha.. heh heh, but in all seriousness though, it's fine. I wasn't there for you either, too. We're even, bud." You snorted.

"We're like celebrities from two different worlds, you're irresistable to teenage girls while I'm irresistable to cops." You laughed at your own joke until your abdomen is cramped up.

Lanette did not understand what was so funny. You being chased around by the police and spending time in jail is not funny to him. You're not a criminal, you're such a sweetheart that wouldn't even hurt a fly... well, except the man with the unkempt moustache, you did beat him up. But he deserved it.

You noticed his frown and stopped laughing. Did you say something wrong?

His blue eyes were glossy and swirling with so many different emotions. The most prominent one you could see was the feeling of guilt.

"I can fix you." He whispered. "Please..." His large hands were tightly wrapped around your smaller one. "...let me help you." You furrowed your eyebrows and forcefully wrenched your hand away. That phrase of his struck a nerve.

"What is with you and 'fixing'? I don't need to be 'fixed', I'm happy with my life right now!" You raised your voice at him. He flinched at your harshness, you have never raised your voice at him before. So why?

"No, you're... not. You're living and working under such appaling conditions and you're clearly emaciated... y-you... you...!" He gulped.

"...you're suffering!" He exclaimed, his eyes were wide and grief-stricken. You scowled at him and stood up from your chair.

"Look who's talkin! You're always stressin' 'bout your fans breaking into your house and do some batshit crazy stuff to you. You can't sleep like a baby knowing there are maniacs after your ass 24/7." Lanette's bottom lip starts to tremble.

"What... are you saying?" His voice was wavering.

"If anyone's suffering, it's you! You're constantly living in fear and you have no privacy whatsoever. You think without your whatever celeb botox injections and hair treatments you'd look as young as you are now? Don't give me that bullshit, your body's probably in a crappy condition, maybe even crappier than mine. I don't give a damn about your "detox" routine, I know you're sicker than I am." You jabbed on your chest with your thumb.

Your words really pierced through his heart like a scalding spear.

"Your lifestyle does more harm than good, you... you're not happy! Why won't you let your ego down for once!?" He argued back, now with tears in his eyes.

"What is with him!?"

"No, Lanette. Why won't you let your ego down? This, is the life I chose to live. If I'm sooo desperate to get out of this like how you described, I would have hopped on your dick the instant you made that offer yesterday." You pointed at him.

"But, I said no! Twice! Why? Because I'm happy living and working in Motel Motel with the gang. My real friends who respect my life choices. Unlike somebody I know."

"You're delusional..." Lanette shakily muttered. You sighed and massaged the bridge of your nose.

"Y'know, I'm tired of people tellin' me my choices are shit. Yeah, it may be shit to them, it ain't to me! You're one of them!" You slammed your palm on the table. He remained silent and his eyes were casted down on his hands.

"Well guess what? If everyone's like that, I'll be like that too! I think your life is disgusting, you're everyone's plastic Babiely doll. You should 'fix' yourself too since you're 'suffering' so much." Silent tears rolled down his porcelain skin. You pushed the chair back to its original position.

"Here I am, expecting a nice lil reunion between two best highschool pals, catchin' up and sharin' a couple of good laughs. Didn't expect a brain dead Hollywood zombie trying to tell me how to live my own life instead." You grumbled.

You fished out the crumpled ten thousand dollar cheque and flung it to his chest. More tears rushed out of his eyes as he tilts his head to look at you.

"T-this—"

"Take it back, I won't be using it to 'fix' my life like how you want it. Get a damn grip, asshole." You stormed out of the cafe.

He could hear you mumbling, "All that fame and money really fried his brain, there's no hope for that son of a bitch anymore, what a damn shame..."

The male jolted at the door slam.

Lanette weeped alone, only the sound of himself sniffling can be heard.

"I-it's not t-their fault..." He whispered to himself. "T-they didn't choose this horrid lifestyle..." he choked back a sob.

"I'll fix everything for them..."

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A/n: ok this version of Lanette is inspired by my aunt who thinks her way of life is the best way, she won't accept any other ideas n calls anyone who disagree with her delusional or dumb; a meddler, busybody

Sksksk i hope i didnt made him too unlikeable

Babiely doll is this universe's Barbie doll