Big Talk (BoyxBoy)

Part 8

If you don't listen to Get Scared or Mindless Self Indulgence, then leave this app, go on Spotify, and look up Get Scared and Lights out. If you listen to Ghostmane, I love you.

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"Hey, Mom. You look very nice today."

"Save it, Kenneth. Why didn't you come home last night? I thought you didn't even want to go!" My Mom yelled back at me.

Rosie is a deep-sleeper so we had the convenience of arguing at any volume, so long as we don't wake up the neighbors.

"I told you! A lot of people were sleeping over so I thought I'd stay and make it easier for you. You know you're supposed to be at the clinic now, right?" I mention.

She glares at me and then checks her wristwatch. After her face briefly contorts into one of shock, she grabs her purse and starts to walk towards the door.

"I don't have time for this. Chris will be over later, he's dropping off our groceries."

"What?! No, I'll get them!"

"The supermarket is too far away for you to walk. Don't be a dumbass. Chris has been so helpful towards us so I suggest you accept him!"

And with that, she slammed the door.

Great.

"Ken-Ken, can you make breakfast?" A small voice perks up from their slumber, tugging on my shirt.

"Fine... Want an omelette and some bacon?"

"Yeah"

"Okay"

I walk over to the kitchen while Rosie sits on the couch.

A fact that not many people know about me is that I love to cook. I watch shows like Chopped and Cupcake Wars all the time. Of course, I picked up a few tricks.

I grab a bowl, a fork, and a pan. I then crack two eggs, one in each hand, perfectly into the bowl. Then, I grab the fork to break the yolks within the whites in the bowl, making a yellowish substance. I coat the pan with olive oil and put it over the heat for a minute before pouring the egg mixture on it. The egg cooks fairly quickly so I flip it in the air and let it settle for a few seconds. I place two slices of cheddar cheese on one side and I lightly flick my wrist, allowing the pan to fold the omelette on its own.

Once I place the egg on the plate, I grab the salt and pepper to add to the flavor. Next, I pull out two strips of bacon. I lay them out neatly on the same pan as before and back away a bit since I'm not too fond of burning myself. I wait a bit for the bacon to cook evenly on one side before flipping it to the other. When they are done, I add them to the same plate as the rest of the meal.

"It's ready!"

Rosie scurries over to get her meal while I make my way over to the couch. Rosie follows suit and eats happily beside me while I play some cartoons on the tv.

"Ken-Ken?"

I look over to the little girl. Her eyes filled with worry.

"What's up? Are you okay?" I ask her. She shakes her head meaning "no".

"Did you hurt your leg?" She asks me in a concerned tone.

"Huh? Not lately. Why?"

"You're walking weird."

With that, my face turns a bright shade of pink.

"You also have black and blues on you. See?"

She pokes my neck where Halten was sucking only a few hours ago.

I flinch when she makes contact.

"Don't worry, Rosie. I-I... I just um..."

"Did you fall down?"

"Yeah! I fell down the stairs last night. I'm fine now, though."

She just furrows her brows and stares at me for a minute before shrugging it off.

I hate lying to her but I obviously can't tell her about this. I don't think I would ever tell anyone ever.

"Rosie I'm really tired. Let's take a nap, okay?"

"Kay."

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Ding dong

I open my eyes and slowly sit up from where I was laying on the couch. Rosie is still soundly asleep next to me.

Ding dong

"Ok ok, I'm coming! Sheesh."

I rise up from the couch dizzily and limp over to the door.

"What do you-"

"Hey pipsqueak"

"Well if it isn't the motherfucker himself."

"Heh. Literally."

Chris shoves past me, bumping into my shoulder as he walks through the doorway. This would usually throw me off my balance a bit but because of my current state, I just fell over. Right on my still sore back.

"Fuck!"

I wince and rub the area of my back that I fell on. Chris just snorts and raises his eyebrow.

"The hell is wrong with you? I thought you're supposed to be a fighter."

"I am."

He looks down at me, an amused smile plastered on his face.

"So who beat you up this time?"

I scowl at him. "No one!" I bark back.

He scans me over. "Hm." He then just walks away from me and to the kitchen counter, placing a few bags on the surface.

"Chris!"

"Rosie!"

The blonde asswipe swoops the little girl up from where she was sitting on the couch and holds her up in his arms.

"I brought you something." He reaches in one of the bags and pulls out a small box of sugar cookies. The little girl squeals in happiness, grabs the box, hugs the bastard, and runs back over to her spot on the couch.

I just huff under my breath.

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A few hours later, he finally leaves. All he did was watch tv, talk to Rosie, and eat our food.

Disgusting.

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Lmao I took such a long break-
I have been SOOOOO busy with school oml also I am a professional procrastinator so yeah. That was 1032 words. I'll try to write more often but not too many people are reading and I'm losing motivation but I have been coming up with so many ideas so I don't think I'll ditch this anytime soon. Adios muchachos 😛

(and no this isn't edited and I probably won't go back and edit it later)