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mergatroid-jones-blog · 5 years

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Twin Mickey

(A short story)

* 1 *

I don't have a name. That's because there's nobody to give me one. There's nobody to call me by it either, due to the nature of my particular birth defect. I'm three eighths of one inch tall. Not only that, I don't have my own body. Not exactly. I live in my brother's head. We're twins I guess. Some kind of conjoined twins--only instead of being conjoined on the outside, I live inside his head. He doesn't know I exist. Nobody does.

For all I know I'm a very common medical phenomenon. Micky's never had a brain scan-- maybe I wouldn't even show up. That's my brother's name: Micky Van Buskirk. It's sort of my name too, since I don't have one. I stole a little piece of my brother's name. I steal a little piece of everything he has. I'm a parasite. That's what I've decided. Or maybe I'm cancer. I certainly don't do anything to help him. All I can do is sit around his head and complain. He can't hear me, no matter how loud I shout. You aren't designed to hear from the inside. I figured that out.

But that doesn't matter. I still scream about everything. What else do I have? It's like I'm chained to the floor in front of the worst TV show, and I can't reach the remote. Forever. My brother really might be king of the idiots. Like all the best idiots, he's just clever enough to convince himself that he's being awfully rational in any given situation. He's convinced himself that everything he's ever done was absolutely the only thing he could have done. He probably thinks he's had a really hard time of it. He hasn't.

I know literally everything about him, but his motives are a mystery to me. Like when he stole Jacob Yockey's jacket in high school. It was sitting there, all lime green and fake-leather, and he just put it in his backpack like he'd been planning it all along. He didn't need the jacket, and he wasn't some kind of kleptomaniac. That was the only time he did something like that. He put it in the back of his closet and there it sat. He didn't wear it, and he didn't have anything against Jacob Yockey either. Jacob Yockey never hurt anybody. One day, Jacob mentioned that his jacket was lost, and my brother was there. Micky laughed, and he said “Soggy pickles.” What the hell is that??

That night, he actually put the jacket on for the first and only time. He was still wet and naked from the shower. He posed and made faces at himself for at least three minutes. My brother is barely five feet tall, quite fat, and covered in thick, curly, black hair. He's not physically attractive. I heard Jacob Yockey lives in Toronto now, and he's gay and breeds expensive dogs. Good for Jacob Yockey I guess. He sure was funny looking in high school.

* 2 *

You would think that self-loathing and egotism would contradict one another, but they make surprisingly genial bedfellows. My brother will be convinced that he is worth less than the scum under a pretty girl's fingernail. Then in the same hour, he'll realize once again that the world is almost entirely idiots, and that he miraculously isn't one. If they'd just ask the non-idiots, the world would get along better. Again, these sentiments seem like a contradiction, but my brother has never noticed the inconstancy. Most people don't seem to notice inconsistencies like that.

Perhaps they would notice if they spent a day as a pimple. That's how I think of myself: a brain-pimple. Like when you get a pimple on the inside of your nose, but deeper. My brother is always picking his nose, and he's not subtle about it. He used to eat his boogers, and he didn't stop until he was sixteen. He really is a disgusting shit. One time when we were about seven, he took off his pants, crawled under the bed, and peed into the carpet. For no reason. What reason could he have possibly had? He just did it to test his body? To test the carpet? That carpet is still there by the way, and I doubt anybody has ever shampooed it. I think I really hate him.

If I had to live in somebody's head, it didn't have to be such a boring nincompoop. Mickey Van Buskirk has never done anything I would care to watch. Weird stuff sure. Gross stuff, definitely. But nothing good. Once he spent a whole day sorta following around this old man who carried a trombone. I guess he thought the guy was a creep, but who's the creep when you're stalking some old guy all day? Weird stuff, he does. Gross stuff he does. I've seen him lick a banister after a pretty girl touched it at least nine different times. Nasty.

* 3 *

What a miserable little shit. Here's what happens every time: he gets a shitty job and he hates it. And he hates it more and more for a whole year. Then he throws a fit, quits, and gets a new shitty job. He's like clockwork. After high school, he told our mom he was going to be a pharmacist. Whatever happened to that? He was never going to be a pharmacist and he probably knew it. I'm sure Mom wasn't fooled. She's not stupid like Mickey.

My brother has only ever had one girlfriend that lasted, and that's because she's an even bigger idiot than he is. Angela is her name. They've broken up four times. They broke up again last week. He made out with her sister Kara. She did it to piss Angela off. He just did it because it was on offer. Fucking idiot. The thing was Angela wasn't actually all that mad about it. Kara was getting revenge for previous transgressions. But it brought up all this drama, and everybody hates each other now.

Good riddance. I hope I never see those two again. Talk about entitled. Not one of the three of them can form a cogent thought. Angela literally sets fires and puts them out for fun. But Mickey can't find words to voice this legitimate concern other than “You're a psycho-bitch.” That doesn't tend to help. But who cares? She walked out and maybe it'll stick. Mickey got good and drunk after that. He got high on pills too. Good. I can share in that. Then he looked at a bunch of “furry” porn. Disgusting. I really hate him.

* 4 *

He had hated his job at the print shop for almost a year, so I wasn't surprised when he threw a tantrum at work. My brother has always been able to throw a tantrum for what seems like no reason. I think he must plan it in advance. The printer was being crap, and Annie was blaming him for it as usual. So he started throwing boxes everywhere and screaming “It's fucking bullshit, and I can't fucking bullshit!” He said the word “bullshit” twenty-seven times in total. I counted. He ripped off his Clayborn Printing shirt, threw it at Annie, and walked out. She didn't say a word. I don't know if she was angry or amused. At least she had to deal with the printer herself. Horrible woman.

Then what did he do? He called Angela crying and babbling incomprehensibly. I was surprised she hung up on him. Good for her. Then his classic pity party. I've seen it a thousand times. He buys a fifth of Wild Turkey and gets some pills. Angela is kind of a pill head and he's kinda one too when he's with her. Then he rolls down the windows (even if it's winter) and blares Linkin Park at full volume all the way to Foy Point in the national forest. It's isolated. It's also incidentally where he lost his virginity to Sarah Spiller who later turned out to be somehow related to us. Good going.

He did what he normally does. He drank as much of the fifth as he physically could. He smoked every cigarette he had. He used his lighter to blow a fireball with the bourbon, then he threw the bottle (still one third full) into a tree. All that was normal. Then he went for the pills, and I noticed he had brought every bottle that Angela had stored at his house. Most of them were almost empty, but it was quite an array. He dumped them all out into a Halloween candy-pile on the picnic table. He was going to kill himself! I screamed at him “YES! Do it! Finally, I'm done with you! I'm fucking done, you piece of living shit-fucking shit!” I really was excited.

* 5 *

He looked at all the pills, and he shuffled them around. There would have been enough to kill ten Mickey Van Buskirks and a thousand brain-pimple brothers. Then he arranged them by color. Then he shuffled them again. Then he took a little yellow one. Then he took a handful. No good. He couldn't swallow them all. He didn't have any water, and the bourbon was all over a tree. He puked. Now there were two Halloween candy-piles.

Foy point overlooks a creek, and it's not all that far down if you go through the brambly parts. Mickey did. He really wanted to die. I was proud of him. He took a Styrofoam cup from Frosty Time, and filled it in the creek. The brambles cut him up, but he was too drunk to care. He took two handfuls of random pills, and swallowed them with creek water. Then he screamed “I did it!”

He had. I've never wanted anything more than to die. I would have been jumping up and down if I had legs. But then, Mickey Van Buskirk had an attack of cowardice. He was too much of a coward even to take the coward's way out. He clutched at his uvula for dear life, and life it gave him. He made himself puke. Then again. Then again. More candy-piles. It was horrible to watch. He was covered in it. If he had waited just five minutes, I bet he would have been too far gone. What a failure.

* 6 *

He woke up the next day, sunburned and thirsty. He was covered in little cuts, and vomit, and Wild Turkey. I woke up too. Alive. I really hate him. Before he drove home (well below the speed limit) he produced his pocket knife. It always makes a satisfying click when he takes out the blade. A lot of things were carved into the picnic table. A crude owl. A penis. A fancy heart. One message said “Be happy.” Another said “Smoke a fat blunt biotch 420!” Another said ambiguously “Is waterlogged and so am I.”

It was important for Mickey to carve something into that table. It must have been important for him to stare at it so long. Something big had happened there, and he needed to commemorate it. He needed to write a message of his own: to speak and be heard. After at least three minutes of staring, he carved his statement on the table very large above the owl. Here's what it says:

“Fuck”

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minimin1993 · 4 years

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S/M 22

Warning: Cuteness. Trigger for the side story: Underage Rape!! Can't stress this enough. (Skip the initialize parts if you don't want to read it)

ChrisOppa ^-^

Hey my family are in town and we are going to Disneyland today

Was wondering if you and Jennie are interested in coming?

MinniePrincess ^.^

Is that even a question? What time we will meet you guys there.

ChrisOppa ^-^

Sweet :) Meet up at 10am?

MinniePrincess ^.^

See you then ;)

“Hey baby get up, we’re meeting up with Chris and his family today.” Min said kissing Jennie on the forehead.

“No 5 more minutes. You tired me out last night.” Jennie pouted cutely making Min heart skip a beat.

“You don’t want to be late, we going to Disneyland though.” Min said as Jennie burst from the bed

“Disneyland? Why didn’t you start with that. Holy crap what am I going to wear?” Jennie said running to the closer as Min bits her lips watching the girl who completely forgot she was fully naked.

“Well you better find something quick or I might take you again.” Min said walking in behind her wrapping her arms around her naked body kissing her shoulder.

“You said we will be late though, wait what time is it anyway?”

“Its 7am, we still have 2 hours before we need to get on the road.” Min said pulling the girl into the shower.

“But I need to get ready.” “I know, now I am going to help you.” Min said winking at the girl before getting down on her knees.

After a long getting ready from the girls they finally made it to Disneyland right on time seeing Chris and his family there. “Hey you guys are right on time.” Chris said giving the girls a hug. “Oh yeah, I said Disneyland and this girl jumped out of the bed.” Min said pointing to Jennie. “Mama Lisa I missed you.” Min said running over giving Lisa a hug. “I know, I can’t believe it's been a year since I saw you.” Lisa said looking at the girl. “Jeez you and Chris need to stop working out you guys are getting more muscles”

“Well we are playing superheroes so we have to fit the role. Oh this is my girlfriend Jennie.” Min said introducing her girl. “It's nice to meet you, you are really pretty.” “Thank you, it's nice to meet you too.”

“Oo I hear a slight accent.” Lisa said.

“She has a slight New Zealand accent which is one of my favorite parts of her.” Min said looking at the girl lovingly.

“Yeah that's not the only favorite part.” Chris joked.

“Hey don’t you dare, we are in a place where kids are present Captain America.” Min said poking him in his side making him laugh jumping away.

“Ok ok you got me, you guys ready to go in?” Chris asked.

“Yeah let me tickets.” Min said.

“Nope already bought you and Jennie VIP tickets already.” Chris said giving them their wristbands.

“Chris why??? I could have bought them, they are expensive.” Min pouted when Chris pulls her into a hug.

“Naww, invited you guys. Plus nothing is too expensive for my princess.” Chris said winking at her.

“I am going to find a way to pay you back just watch me. But thank you.” Min said before grabbing Jennie hand and they entered Disneyland stopping to buy some Disney ears before taking a group photo at the garden Micky entrance. Of course throughout the day Chris and Min got stopped by fans here and there to take a few pictures of sign a couple things, other than that they all enjoyed their time at Disneyland before ending the night watching fireworks.

The next few months flew by quickly as Min and Jennie just explore their relationship before Min had to fly to Atlanta to start filming for a movie called ‘Leave her, she’ll be dead by dawn.’ It was a movie rendition for a character in Teen Wolf, Derek Hale, played by Tyler Hoechlin.

I had a loving family. My mother was beautiful both inside and out. My father was the best father that anyone could ever with for. My little brother was a pain in the ass but I wouldn’t have wanted him any other way. I was like every other 13 year old girl, going to school, getting good grades, had a lot of friends, and a loving family. What more could I have asked for… But that all changed. I will never forget that night when everything was destroyed. No one could ever imagine what had happened because our area was always a peaceful place or so I thought. We were having dinner at our house which was located in a secluded place within the woods. A group of men 7 to be exact broke into our house

“Please, take anything you want. Just let us go.” My father said trying to shield us from the intruders but they just laugh as us. All of them had disgusting smirks on their faces licking their lips looking at my mother and I.

“Oh trust me, we will take whatever we want all right” they shot my father right in the head killing him instantly as the 3 of us scream begging for mercy. I remember them charging toward us and ripped my brother and I away from my mother as one of the men started to have his way on her. I remember her pleds “Please… Just let me daughter and son go I will give you what you like.” but her pled were not met when one of the men slit my little brother throat right in front of us. My mother and I was screaming begging for mercy when the men who was holding me grabbed my hair and forced me down on my knees to watch how each and everyone of the men would brutily rape my mother right in front of my eyes. I kept screaming for them to stop but all was ignore, “That’s right keep screaming, no one hears you. No one will come and save you.” one of them bend down and whispered into my ears while kissing my neck as I cried in disgust.

“Please let my daughter go.” My mother struggles to say trying to crawl toward me after they were done with their assault to her but they just laugh at her before driving a knife in her skull. I knew I was next, they are going to rape me and kill me like they did to my mother.

I was right when the man that has been holding me yanked me up and tossed me on the couch and started to rip my clothes to shreds before he began to assault me. No matter how much I scream “It hurt, please stop!” they never stop, only laugh at me slapping or punching my body as they take what they want. After what seems like forever I was numb in pain as I just laid there taking their assault listening to their grunts and moans or how good I feel or I tight I was. But I didn’t care for fighting back or screaming anymore. I turned to look at my now dead family crying, a part of me wants to wait for death but a part of me wants to stay alive and avenge what they did to me and my family, I was bloody, cuts and bruises everywhere, I felt dead, I was just waiting until the darkness comes to me or until they kill me.

One by one they took turn using me until they were finish. I remember them standing up leaving “Leave her, she’d be dead by dawn” before one of the men bend down and lightly tap my face “Thanks for the wonderful night sweety”. I just stared at them leaving and seeing how they all had the same tattoo on the back of their neck. A scorpion. By sunrise, my eyes were getting droopy but I try to stay awake a little longer praying someone would hear my prayers and come save me. When I was on my last few breaths waiting for darkness to come I can see a figure come toward me. “Oh my love, you are going to be fine.” I heard a woman say before I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck. I opened my mouth trying to scream but nothing came out as my voice was now gone. I felt something draped over me before being carried out of the house, “You’re going to be fine” was the last thing I heard before slipping into darkness.

“Sebastian, these sex scenes so awkward to film.” Min said facetiming Sebastian.

“I know what you mean princess, it wasn’t fun filming mines with Melissa but we rolled with it.”

“Oh god! I am honestly excited to see the movie, when you gave me a sneak peek of the script I died laughing imagining you playing such a character.” “Like how I imagine you playing Mia is weird, it doesn't fit your personality.” Sebastian said seeing Min smile fade a bit before it was hiddened.

“So how have you been lately? We’ve been so busy lately, I hardly have time to see you anymore.” Min said plopping on her hotel bed.

“I’ve been good, just been doing a few auditions here and there nothing important. And yourself?”

“Other then filming nothing really, Jennie and I are just enjoying our time together while it lasts.” Min said sadly.

“What do you mean by that?” Sebastian asked curiously

“She is flying back to Korea at the end of December to start training for debut. Don’t get me wrong, I am very proud of her, I just don't want her to be that far from me. And to be honest after what happens to Jonghyun, I don’t think I can handle another long distance relationship because this time I will be living in America while she lives in Korea.” Min said rubbing her face in frustration.

“Sometimes loving someone means you have to let them go.” Sebastian said making Min sigh. “I know, I love her a lot too. And I definitely don’t want to hold her back on her dreams.”

“Sounds like you hit a block in the road.”

“Yeah, a huge ass block.”

“Anyways how is your co-star?” Sebastian said trying to change the subject.

“Ohh Tyler is such a sweetheart I swear. He brought me onto the teen wolf set and introduce me to everyone.” Min gushed.

“Good, you were so obsessed with the TV show now you got a chance to meet everyone.”

“Hell yes, I can’t wait till Jennie comes so I can introduce her to them.” Min said when Sebastian doorbell rung. “Whos that? Margarita?” Min said smiling brightly. “Yeah, she said she is coming. Hold on let me go let her in.” Sebastian said getting up. A couple minutes later Margarita came onto the screen.

“Minnie!! Oh I miss you!” She said making Min blush.

“God I love how you always make her blush every time she sees you.” Sebastian said sitting down next to her.

“Oh shut up! I can’t help it your girlfriend is fucken gorgeous. I miss you too Margarita, if he ever fuck up remember I would love to take you on out on a date.” Min said winking at her.

“Princess, stop flirting on my girlfriend!” Sebastian said hugging Margarita as the two girls laugh.

“I will take you on that offer.” Margarita said.

“Hey hey hey, I am sitting right here.” Sebastian pouted.

A/N: I wrote a little thing for Derek Hale a while back but never finished it. So might as well use it in this story as a storyline XD I'm lame I know. P.S. I am a sucker for Derek Hale!!!! OMFG..

#bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian x reader #steve rogers #the first avenger #originl character #chris evans #original character #winter solider x you #winter soldier #captain america #infinity war #marvel

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stardustinyoureyes · 7 years

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Defying Sanity

Bakura and Marik are all ready to travel to Egypt to get their revenge against the Pharaoh, but a minor hiccup in their plans forces them to make some money. Luckily for them, a new reality show is looking for people to audition, and the prize is $250,000. Based off of their personalities in YGOTAS. Thiefshipping. The song I used is ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’, and as you can probably infer, it’s a comedy. Sorta fluffy, though, because I can never write stories with sad endings.

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10430289

“IT’S TIME TO TRYYYY DEFYING GRAVITY! I THINK I’LL TRYYYY DEFYING GRAVITY!” Marik’s off-key warbling filters through the door of the hotel bathroom, along with the ‘pitter-patter’ of a shower running.

“Marik, for the love of Ra, shut up!” Bakura shouts, exasperated.

“I’M THROUGH ACCEPTING LIMITS, CAUSE SOMEONE SAYS THEY’RE SO!” Marik’s singing continues.

Bakura groans and covers his head with a thin hotel pillow. For the past 12 hours, he had been subjected to this torture. Ever since they had left Domino for Egypt to kill the Pharaoh, Marik had been screaming in Bakura’s ear. Not even stopping at a hotel for a night could silence him.

“’Kura, do you like my new top?!” Bakura removes the pillow from his face, realizing the ‘pitter-patter’ of the shower has stopped. Marik stands before him, gesturing towards his purple top. Bakura can’t help but notice it’s the exact same shade as his eyes.

“Yes, it’s very nice.” Bakura responds in a tone usually reserved for talking to 5-year-olds.

“Did you hear that, Rodrick?” Marik says to the Millennium Rod in his hand. “’Kura said I look pretty!”

“I didn’t say that!” Bakura snaps.

“You implied it!” Marik snaps back, then flounces off to comb his sopping wet hair in front of the smudged mirror in the bathroom.

Bakura sighs, partly at Marik’s childishness, but mainly at himself for putting up with it. For some reason, no matter what foolish thing Marik did, Bakura always stuck with him. He couldn’t count the number of times he had been injured or almost killed or driven to insanity by irritation, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Maybe because he knew that, if he left, Marik couldn’t possibly survive. It’d be like abandoning a week-old puppy.

Marik comes back into the room. “Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yes.”

“No you didn’t, Bakura! Don’t lie to me!”

“Marik, shut up and go to bed.”

“Mouth health is a very serious matter!”

“I don’t care.”

“That’s what you say to everything!”

“I don’t care.”

“You’re always so mean to me!”

“Guess what?

“You don’t care?”

“Good job, now you’re starting to get it.” Bakura lies down and pulls the covers over himself, turning away. Marik stomps his foot in frustration and whines. Seeing that Bakura isn’t going to give him any more attention, he walks across the room, turns off the lights, and gets into the other twin bed. Bakura can hear the covers rustling as Marik gets comfortable. After a few minutes, the rustling is replaced by snoring.

Bakura rolls onto his back and looks up at the stained ceiling. He’d never admit it, but he felt some comfort knowing Marik was only a few feet away. Bakura wasn’t scared of the dark- he was a thief, after all- but sometimes he got lonely.

No. Not lonely. Bakura thinks sharply. ‘Lonely’ is for losers like that midget Yugi Moto, or Bakura’s wimpy host whose name he couldn’t remember. No, Bakura didn’t get lonely. Bored, that’s the word. Not lonely. Sometimes it was nice to have someone to keep you from getting bored. And whatever word you used to describe Marik, (and Bakura could think of a few choice ones) he certainly wasn’t boring.

* * *

The next morning, Bakura awakes to a note from Marik on the counter of the room’s kitchenette:

“Kitty-

Gone to get breakfast

-Supreme ruler and overlord of the world, Marik Sebastian Ishtar”

Bakura scowls at his hated nickname, crumpling up the note. He throws it away and walks over to his suitcase. Today they were flying out to Egypt from the airport in Tokyo, and Bakura wanted to doublecheck what time the flight left. After all, villains always have to be punctual.

Bakura sifts through his clothes (5 pairs of the exact same outfit) and chip bags Marik snuck into his suitcase. Where are the tickets? He picks up the suitcase and dumps its contents onto the ground. No tickets. Maybe they’re in Marik’s suitcase. He opens up the pink Hello Kitty suitcase laying on Marik’s bed. Purple tops, Millennium Rod polish (available at a store near you), pictures of the Pharaoh with drawn-on devil horns, and 5 cans of hairspray. No tickets.

“Where the devil are they?” Bakura mutters to himself. He starts opening the nightstand drawers, hoping that he put them in there and just forgot about it.

“OH. EM. GEE. YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE LINE AT MICKY D’S!” Marik loudly declares, walking into the room with a grease-covered McDonald’s bag. “THERE WERE LIKE 6 PEOPLE AHEAD OF ME AND THIS LITTLE OLD LADY INSISTED ON PAYING IN EXACT CHANGE AND THIS OTHER GUY-”

“Marik, where are our plane tickets?” Bakura interrupts.

“-TOOK LIKE 25 FRIGGIN YEARS TO MAKE UP HIS MIND, AND- what was that?”

“Where. Are. Our. Tickets?” Bakura says slowly, his patience wearing thin.

“What tickets?” Marik asks unconcernedly, pulling a hash brown out of the bag.

“The tickets we need to get on the plane for Egypt!”

“Oh, you mean the rectangles with a bunch of numbers on them made from the fancy paper?”

Bakura rolls his eyes. “Yes, the fancy paper rectangles. Where are they?”

“I ate them.” Marik answers casually.

Bakura is stunned into silence for a moment. “You…ate…them?”

“Yeah.”

“Marik, why the bloody hell would you do that?!”

“I was hungry!” Marik says defensively.

“So let me get this straight,” Bakura says slowly. “You went into my suitcase, got out the tickets we need in order to fly to Egypt, and ate them.”

“That’s what I just said, isn’t it?”

“Completely disregarding,” Bakura continues. “The 15 different chips bags that you insisted on putting into my suitcase so you could eat them in case you got hungry.”

“Aren’t you British? Why did you say ‘chips’ instead of ‘crisps’?”

“MARIK, DO YOU REALIZE WHAT THIS MEANS?”

“Yeah, it means that any sort of consistent characterization has already gone out the window.”

“WE ARE STUCK HERE. IN THIS MANGY HOTEL. WE CAN’T GO TO EGYPT. OUR PLAN IS GOING TO FAIL. ALL BECAUSE YOU DECIDED TO ACT LIKE A BLOODY MORON AND EAT OUR TICKETS.”

“Well, it wasn’t really a conscious decision,” Marik clarifies. “After all, you’re not you when you’re hungry.”

“THIS IS NOT A BLOODY SNICKERS COMMERCIAL! THIS IS REAL LIFE!”

“Oh, you worry too much,” Marik waves a hand, disregarding Bakura’s totally justified concern. “Here, have an Egg McMuffin.”

Bakura grabs Marik’s proffered McMuffin and flings it across the room. “Those tickets were over $1000 each! We don’t have the money to buy more!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll just use Rodrick to brainwash a Steve into giving us money.” Marik waves his Rod.

“And how many Steves have you seen around here?”

Marik thinks for a minute. “Ten?”

“No.”

“Twenty?”

“You’re getting colder.”

“Fifty?”

“None, Marik. We haven’t seen a single Steve since we left Domino.”

“Well, there are other ways of getting money. We could sell our blood.”

“4Kids can’t show blood! They would just censor it!”

“Oh, yeah.” Marik strokes his chin, thinking. “What if we start a GoFundMe? I’m sure there are plenty of people who would donate their hard-earned money to help 2 psychopathic strangers murder someone who already died thousands of years ago.”

“Marik, you are an absolute fool.”

“But am I a pretty fool?” Marik asks, batting his eyelashes. Bakura responds by yanking open the door to the room, stomping out, and slamming it shut. “Jeez, jealous much?” Marik picks up the TV remote laying on the stand.

He’s never coming back, a dark voice whispers in the back of Marik’s mind. It’s a voice he’s very familiar with. He tries to shut it out the way he always does, by distracting himself with some superficial diversion. “Ooh! Golden Girls! I love me some Betty White!”

Halfway through his third episode, an ad comes on the TV that catches his eye.

“Are you the most interesting person you know?”

“I so totally am!” Marik shouts at the screen.

“Do you want everyone to see how great you are?”

“You know it!”

“Do you want to win $250,000 dollars?”

“Holy shit, that’s a lot of purple tops!”

“Then come audition for Applause, the newest reality show that’s sweeping the nation! Every team gets 5 minutes to do whatever they want, and whoever gets the least amount of applause is eliminated. Whoever’s left after 8 weeks wins $250,000, bragging rights, and the adoration of millions!”

“I WANT THAT!” Marik jumps up in excitement.

“If all that sounds good to you, come to 124 Conch Street this Friday to see if you’ve got what it takes!”

“AAAAHHHHH!” Marik starts hopping around the room, screeching like a banshee.

The door to the room opens and Bakura comes back in. “Marik, I-” he pauses as he sees Marik jumping up and down on the bed. “Um, what is happening?”

Marik stops jumping and lands on his butt, bouncing slightly from the impact. “’Kura! I’ve found a solution to our problem!”

Bakura looks at him warily. “What is it?”

“There’s this gameshow that’s having auditions, and the winners get $250,000! That would cover the cost of tickets.”

“But I…” Bakura hesitates. He looks at Marik, who’s almost wiggling, eyes shining with eagerness. He sighs. I’m going to regret this. “All right, Marik. Let’s win some money.”

* * *

A couple days later, Bakura sits on an uncomfortable plastic seat in a darkened auditorium. 3 judges are sitting at a table in front of him, watching Marik, who is singing on the stage.

“Don’t worry, you don’t even have to come on stage! My singing is so amazing it’ll be good enough to get both of us on the show!” Marik had said the day before.

Singing? Is that what they’re calling it nowadays? Bakura had thought snidely, but he didn’t argue. He had no desire to perform in front of anyone, now or ever, and if he could get out of this audition, he wasn’t going to say anything.

So now he was sitting in this pathetic excuse for a seat, drumming his fingers impatiently on the armrest and suffering through what he had already endured for hours.

“HELLO, MY NAME IS MARIK ISHTAR, AND I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE WITH YOU THE MOST AMAZING BOOK!” Marik flings his arms out passionately, accidentally letting go of the Rod. It flies up and hits a spotlight, shattering its glass and causing shards to cascade onto the stage.

Marik doesn’t notice.

“YOU SIMPLY WON’T BELIEVE HOW MUCH THIS-”

One of the judges waves his hand, cutting Marik off. “Um, you can stop now. We’ve heard enough.”

“That’s for damn sure.” The judge next to him mutters.

“Goody!” Marik claps. “So when does filming start?”

The judges exchange a look. “Oh, uh, we still have some people who have to audition. We’ll be giving information to the people we chose tomorrow. So you can go.”

“See you all on set!” Marik walks off the stage, oblivious to the judges giving each other another look. “Come on, Kitty, let’s go get lunch.”

“Oh, I’ll be out in a moment. I dropped one of my contacts.” Bakura lies smoothly.

“Hmm, I didn’t know you wore contacts.” Marik pauses. “Or is Ryou the one who wears contacts? For that matter, are you in Ryou’s body, or do you have your own? Because if this story takes place after the show’s canon, you should be dead. But if-”

“Marik, stop breaking the fourth wall and go find someplace to eat.” Bakura cuts in. He waits for Marik to leave the auditorium, then walks over and stands in front of the judges.

The judge on the left looks up. “Can we help you?”

“Actually, you can.” Bakura pulls out the Millennium Ring from under his shirt. “Now, first I’m going to ask you a question, on the off-chance that you all are completely deaf: Are you going to let Marik and me on the show?”

“Fuck, no!” The judge on the right exclaims vehemently.

Bakura aims the Ring at the judge’s face. “Wrong answer.”

“What do you-” Flames erupt from the prongs of the Ring and start scorching the judge’s face. “AAHHHH! OH MY GOD, IT BURNS! IT BURNS! THIS HURTS EVEN MORE THAN WHEN THEY KILLED OFF DOBY IN HARRY POTTER!”

Bakura lowers the Ring and the flames vanish, leaving the judge sobbing with a scarlet-red face. “I’ll ask again. Are you going to let us on the show?”

The other 2 judges look at each other in horror. “Yes, yes, of course. Whatever you want.”

“Excellent.” Bakura walks out of the auditorium, pausing at the door. “Oh, and if you think listening to Marik for 2 minutes is bad, try doing it for 12. Bloody. Hours.” With that, he walks out, the door clanging shut behind him.

“Well, I was going to say that his burning you face off wasn’t justified, but now I can see it totally was.” The judge on the left remarks.

The judge in the middle nods. “Yeah, I think that British guy is the real victim here.”

* * *

The next morning, Bakura is awoken by the sound of Marik shrieking loudly.

“EEEEEEEE! Kura, look, we got in!” Bakura opens his eyes and sees Marik standing in front of him, already dressed, waving a stapled packet in his face. “They sent this to the hotel an hour ago!”

Bakura can’t help but smile a little at Marik’s ecstasy. “How unexpected.”

“What are you talking about, my singing was awesome!” Marik responds. “I totally expected to be chosen!” He flounces off to the kitchenette and starts making a ‘Marik special’ (yogurt slathered onto a piece of toast with French fries on top) “Oh, and we need to practice for next week, Bakura. I picked a great song for us to do!”

Bakura groans and pulls his pillow over his face.

* * *

The next week, Bakura trails behind Marik, who is marching around the set of Applause like he owns the place. Groups of people are scattered about, practicing for their time on-screen.

“This is going to be so friggin’ great!” Marik exclaims.

“Except for the fact that we don’t even know what we’re going to do yet, and we’re on in half an hour.”

“Kura, we’re doing that gymnastics routine, remember?”

“We most certainly are not-”

“But the routine is so good!”

“I don’t bloody care, I am not going to-”

Their bickering is stopped as they both come to a halt in front of an interviewer who is talking to another contestant- one who looks very familiar…

“So, Mr. Necrophades, would you like to give us a hint about what you’ll be doing with your 5 minutes?” the interviewer asks.

“Gladly! I’ll be DESTROYING THE WORLD!” the contestant replies.

“ZORC?!” Bakura blurts out.

Zorc turns and sees Bakura staring at him in shock. “Hi, Bakura!” Zorc replies, giving him a cheerful wave. Then he sees Marik and his face clouds over. “Oh, is this the villain you replaced me with?”

Bakura tries to reassure him by saying “Zorc, no one could replace you!” but he’s cut off by Marik.

“DAMN STRAIGHT I’m the villain he replaced you with! And now we’re going to beat your lame-ass ‘destroying the world’ thing with our friggin’ AWESOME gymnastics routine!”

“We’ll just see about that!” Zorc says, but his attempt at being macho falls apart when his voice cracks.

“Zorc, are…are you okay?” Bakura asks.

“I’m fine!” Zorc answers. He wipes his eyes discreetly. “Um, my allergies are acting up. I must go!” He runs away, sniffling.

“Wow, and you think I’m ridiculous!” Marik remarks.

Bakura sighs. “Marik, I used to be very close to Zorc. I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to antagonize him.”

Marik doesn’t hear him. “Ooh! Look! There’s a giant starfish!” He runs over to the starfish, only to find that it’s Yugi Moto. “Wait, this isn’t a giant starfish, it’s a midget anime protagonist!”

“Wait, is that Marik Ishtar?” Yugi asks a blond guy with a vacant expression standing next to him.

“Marik? Bakura? Wha are youse doin heah?” Joey Wheeler asks with an excessively Brooklyn accent.

“We’re competing, duh! What are you two doing for your routine?” Marik answers.

“We’re going to play a children’s card game!” Yugi says.

Bakura raises his eyebrows. “You do realize you only have five minutes, right?”

“Shit! I thought we had five hours!”

“Yuge, wha are we gonna do?” Joey asks.

“Lose to us, that’s what you’re going to do!” Marik says gleefully.

Just then, a crew member appears. “Yugi Moto and Joey Wheeler? It’s your turn.”

“Aw man!” Joey and Yugi follow the cast member onto the stage.

“Well, that’s one less group to worry about.” Bakura remarks. “Everyone knows children’s card games are the least interesting thing in the world.”

“Ain’t that the truth!” Marik agrees. “Who would ever want to watch a TV show about card games?”

* * *

Bakura leans against the wall impatiently, arms crossed, as yet another group goes on stage. “Marik, are we seriously going to do the routine?”

“Uh, heck yeah!” Marik says, clicking his heels together in excitement. Bakura silently admires the side view of Marik’s profile. He’s quite attractive when he isn’t spouting his regular gibberish, Bakura thinks to himself. Then he realizes what he just thought and shakes his head to drive the thought away.

The crew member from before walks into the room. “Marik Ishtar and…Kitty?” she calls out.

Any affection Bakura had felt a moment ago completely vanishes. “Marik! I cannot believe you told them my name is-”

“EEEEEEEE!” Marik shrieks drown out Bakura’s protests. “Let’s go, Kura!”

The two of them follow the crew member onto the stage. The curtains are drawn and it is so dark Bakura can barely make out Marik’s outline. “Good luck!” the crew member whispers to them before disappearing into the wings. Marik and Bakura stand side-by-side, waiting for the curtains to open.

The first notes of “Never Gonna Give You Up” ring out through the loudspeakers. Bakura takes a deep breath and mentally prepares himself. To his surprise, Marik reaches over and gives his hand a short squeeze right as the curtains fly open. Bakura looks down in shock and opens his mouth to say something, but Marik has already started moonwalking to the funky 80’s beat. Bakura clumsily follows suit.

“IIIIIIIII, just wanna tell you how I’m feeling!” What AM I feeling? Bakura wonders. What even ARE feelings? Why am I thinking about this? “NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP! NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN!” Bakura and Marik do side-by-side somersaults. Even after he’s right-side up again, Bakura’s head still feels like it’s spinning.

“NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND, DESERT YOU!” Marik and Bakura start leapfrogging across the stage. Bakura knows that they must look like total idiots, but he’s too distracted to care about that.

“Your heart’s been aching, but, you’re too shyyyy to say it!” When they came up with the routine, this was the part where Marik lifted Bakura up to do a spin with him. But Bakura’s mind was still reeling from the hand squeeze, so when Marik grabbed him around the waist, Bakura automatically jumps back and ends up falling off the stage.

“Damn it!” Bakura yells as he bangs his head on the thin carpeting that provides no cushion against the cement floor beneath.

“No!” Marik looks around frantically, trying to figure out what to do. “Erm, this is part of the routine!” he says to the audience. He thinks for a second, then strikes a pose like an Olympic diver.

Bakura sits up, his head throbbing. “What are you-” his question is answered when Marik dives off the stage and lands on top of Bakura, knocking the air out of both of them. “GET OFF!” Bakura shoves Marik off, and Marik rolls over. “What the bloody hell was that for?!”

“I didn’t mean to land on you!” Marik says defensively as Rick Astley continues pledging his undying love in an iconic 80’s anthem. “I panicked and couldn’t aim right!”

“Why did you dive off the stage to begin with?”

“I don’t know! It seemed like a good idea at the time!”

“How could that possibly seem like a good idea?!” Bakura hisses as he rubs the back of his aching head.

“I wanted to make it look like it all was part of the routine!”

“Yes, because me falling off the stage definitely looked like part of the routine!”

“Well, I needed to do something!”

“And you thought jumping off the stage and landing on top of me was the best course of action?”

“I’m sorry, okay! It’s hard for me to think straight around you!”

Bakura pauses, taken aback. “…What?”

Just then, the buzzer goes off, signaling that their time has ended. They both look up in surprise, having almost forgotten that they were in a competition. The audience erupts into laughter and cheers, surprising them even more.

“Are they…cheering for us?” Bakura asks as the two of them awkwardly get up off the floor.

The announcer walks on stage, clapping his hands. “That was Marik Ishtar and Kitty with their amazing comedy routine! Let’s see what the next group has planned for us!” The audience cheers some more as a pair of crew members guide Bakura and Marik out into the hall.

“Wow, the audience really liked you two!” One of the crew members remark as they push open a set of double doors.

“We’ll see who’s eliminated in about half an hour, but I have a feeling you guys won’t have to worry about that for this week.” The other crew member says. They lead Marik and Bakura to the exit, then walk back to the set.

Bakura turns to Marik, speechless. I don’t know whether to laugh my ass off or punch him in the face. “That was…the absolute worst…shit show…I have ever seen.”

Marik grins, completely oblivious to what Bakura just said. “See, I told you it would be friggin’ awesome!”

* * *

A couple hours later, Marik sits on the edge of his bed, reading a copy of the National Enquirer, except this story is in Japan so it’s whatever trashy tabloid they have there. Bakura is sleeping in the other bed. As soon as they got back to their hotel room, Bakura had claimed that he needed a nap to recover from the day’s events.

Marik felt a pang of guilt as he remembered that he had probably hurt Bakura when he dived off the stage. He hadn’t planned on doing that, he just…. well, actually, he never really planned on doing anything. He was the exact opposite of Bakura, who insisted on always having a plan. He was even willing to wait thousands of years to get his revenge on the Pharaoh in order to ensure his plan was perfect. Unlike Marik, who was 16 and couldn’t imagine another month without bringing justice to the Pharaoh.

Marik throws his tabloid to the side and sighs. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why Bakura chose to stay with him. Granted, he didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about it, but that was because he was sure that there was no reason. In the deep, dark recesses of his mind he was certain that Bakura was only putting up with him for entertainment purposes, and as soon as he started getting bored he would hit the highway.

Bakura rolls over in his sleep and nestles his head into his pillow. Marik watches him for a few minutes. Without his usual scowl, Bakura looks a lot nicer, even peaceful. He really does look like a kitten now, Marik can’t help but think. He feels an urge to reach out and tousle Bakura’s hair, but he restrains himself. If only he had restrained himself earlier today. Why did I squeeze his hand? Marik thinks, mentally kicking himself. I shouldn’t have done it. I don’t want to make things weird. I can’t ruin this relationship.

Tapping Rodrick against his thigh, Marik decides to get his act together. Maybe if I start acting serious, Bakura won’t get sick of me, and he won’t leave. Picking his tabloid back up, he makes a resolution: No more impulsivity. No more singing. And no more eating plane tickets.

* * *

Over the next few weeks, Bakura can’t help but notice a difference in Marik. Instead of being his usual excitable, bubbly, annoying self, he seems more reserved. Almost…sad.

Did I hurt his feelings? Bakura wonders as they wait for their turn on the week’s episode of Applause. But I didn’t do anything! He glances at Marik out of the corner of his eye. Maybe that’s the problem, a voice in his head says.

Bakura shakes his head and exhales sharply. You know what, who cares? Not me. I have better things to do than worry about Marik’s delicate little feelings getting hurt.

“Are you ready?” Marik asks, interrupting Bakura’s thought.

“Yes.” He replies.

“Good.” An awkward silence ensues. Bakura almost misses Marik’s endless chatter. Ask him what’s wrong, the voice in the back of his head says.

Shut up, Bakura responds, then realizes that he’s telling himself to shut up. I’m going mad, that’s it. That’s why I’m actually caring about Marik. That’s the only reason.

* * *

Their magic show goes off without a hitch, Marik using Rodrick and Bakura using the Ring to hypnotize people. Just like their past few acts, it lacks the personality of their gymnastics routine, but still gets them enough applause to make it to the next week.

Once again, two crew members escort them outside. “Congrats! You guys have almost made it to the finals!” one of them says.

“Thanks.” Marik replies simply.

“Can’t wait to see the acts next week,” the other one says. “I think you guys have a real shot.”

Bakura and Marik wait in the hallway to hear the results. Bakura simultaneously feels like he needs to say something and like saying anything would just make it more awkward. So instead, he compromises by opening his mouth every few minutes, hesitating, and shutting it again.

Marik seems unbothered by the silence, not noticing Bakura’s extreme discomfort. Finally, the TV screen on the wall flickers to life and the announce appears on stage.

“You’re watching Applause, and it’s down to the wire! Three groups remain. $250,000 up for grabs. And one question-”

The audience chants along with him. “WHO! WILL! WIN!”

“The results are in, and the groups going on to the finals are…” he pauses from drama, then shouts “THE KAIBA BROTHERS AND MARIK ISHTAR AND KITTY!” the audience goes wild as Bakura sighs with relief, not even caring about being called Kitty. “This means that Zorc Necrophades, you are going home!”

“NOOOO!” A shout is heard from down the hall. Bakura looks over and sees Zorc running out of the building, sobbing.

“Well, we made it to the finals.” Marik remarks emotionlessly.

“Yeah,” Bakura says, feeling a pang for Zorc. He seems really upset, he thinks, then scolds himself for being such a sap. First Marik, now Zorc. Next thing you know, you’re going to start caring about Ryou! (jk no one cares about Ryou)

Marik turns toward the door. “I guess we should head back to the hotel.”

“Okay.” Bakura follows dutifully behind Marik as he opens the door and steps outside. Zorc sits on the ground next to a trashcan, sniffling. Marik walks towards their obligatory anime motorcycles, completely ignoring Zorc, but Bakura pauses. “Um, Marik? I think maybe I should talk to Zorc. You know, to try and cheer him up a little.”

Marik stops walking but doesn’t turn around. “Sure, whatever.” Bakura starts heading towards Zorc, but before he’s out of earshot he hears Marik mutter “Might as well just go and stay with Zorc.”

Bakura turns back around and glares at Marik’s back. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

Bakura glowers, finally feeling fed-up with Marik’s recent passive-aggressiveness. “Well, it must mean something, that’s why you said it.”

Marik spins around, a scowl on his face. “Fine! It’s just that obviously, you care more about Zorc than you do about me, so you might as well stay with him!”

That’s not true! Bakura thinks, but the words get jumbled up on their way from his brain to his mouth so he ends up saying “Marik, you’re a bloody idiot.”

“Yeah, you’ve made that clear.” With his face contorted in anger, Marik looks older, more mature. Just a few weeks ago, Bakura would’ve given anything for Marik to stop being so immature, but now he just wants to go back to how things were before.

But it’s too late for that.

“Well, we wouldn’t even be here right now if you hadn’t eaten our tickets!” Bakura snarls.

“At least I care enough to try and fix things when I mess up! At least I give half a shit about other people!”

“Do you want a bloody medal?” Bakura asks sarcastically.

The old Marik would’ve probably thought he was being serious and said yes, but this new Marik just clenches his hand into a fist and explodes. “No, I don’t! What I want is for you to admit that you don’t care about anyone but yourself. That you use people and throw them aside when you’re done. I would’ve followed you to the ends of the Earth, but you wouldn’t even follow me down the street if you thought there was half a chance of a better option.”

Bakura stands there, mouth hanging open, too shocked at this show of emotion to respond. Marik doesn’t wait for his answer. He jabs his thumb in the direction of Zorc. “Go ahead, prove me right. Go with Zorc.” He says, almost daring Bakura.

“I-” Bakura starts to say, but Marik has his jaw set the way he always does when he makes up his mind.

“I said go,” he insists. “You’re going to leave sooner or later, so you might as well do it now.”

Bakura stands there for a moment, wanting to say something but also bristling at what Marik said. Marik stares at him, his chest rising and sinking rapidly from his barely-controlled anger. Bakura’s mind races, trying to decide what he do. He wants to say something to make things go back to how they were before, but he also wants to never see Marik again, but he also doesn’t want to prove Marik right.

In the end, his pride wins out. Bakura grits his teeth and walks over to Zorc.

“Bakura?” Zorc says in confusion, lifting his head.

“Hey, Zorc,” Bakura resists the urge to turn around and see Marik’s reaction. “Sorry you got kicked off the show.”

“I can’t believe I lost!” Zorc starts crying again. Bakura sighs mentally.

“Listen, I was thinking. How would you like to help me destroy the Pharaoh? It could be just like old times.” Bakura offers.

Zorc’s face scrunches up in confusion. “I thought you found a new villain!”

Bakura’s face is stone-like, showing no emotion. “It didn’t work out. So is your answer a yes or a no?”

Zorc wipes his eyes. “Yes!”

“Great.” Bakura thinks a moment, realizing something. “Wait, you’re a dragon, right?”

“Actually, I’m an evil demon with horns and bat wings and-”

“Okay, yeah, so you’re another one of the Godforsaken, nightmarish creatures from a children’s card game,” Bakura interrupts. “But you have wings, so you can fly, right?” Zorc nods. “Could you fly me to Egypt so we can destroy the Pharaoh?”

“Yay!” Zorc jumps up and claps his hands in excitement. “I love destroying things!”

“I know you do,” Bakura mutters. Zorc kneels as Bakura climbs onto his back. With a mighty roar, Zorc takes off. Bakura looks down as the distance between him and the ground grows. He catches a glimpse of Marik looking up at him without any emotion before he can no longer make out anything on the ground. Bakura squares his shoulder and looks forward, determined to not waste any more time thinking about Marik.

As the wind rushes by his ears, blowing his hair back, one last memory of Marik comes back. It’s of him singing a line from that song in the shower, way back before everything went to shit.

And if I’m flying solo,

At least I’m flying free.

* * *

Zorc crash lands a few hours later in the middle of Egypt, causing Bakura to roll off his back and faceplant into a pile of sand. He lifts his head up, coughing up silt, and takes in his surroundings. Thanks to the heart of the cards and extremely lazy plot writing, they had managed to go back in time to either 3,000 years ago or 5,000 years ago, depending on whether you believe 4Kids’ lies or not.

Bakura stands up, brushing the sand off his knees. He looks straight ahead and sees a giant palace. “There it is, Zorc.”

“Denny’s? Are we getting pancakes?” Zorc asks.

“No! The Pharaoh’s palace.” Bakura feels a pang as he thinks about how Marik probably would’ve asked a stupid question like that. He grits his teeth and sets off toward the palace. Zorc follows him, making little idiotic comments about their surroundings.

“Look, there are some oranges for sale! I love oranges! Ooh, a cat! Hey, that person’s lying on the ground. Aww, they’re giving him a blanket! Wait, why are they covering his face with it?”

“Because he’s dead,” Bakura answers, trying not to think about how Zorc’s childlike ignorance is exactly like someone else’s.

You really have a type, he thinks to himself. People who are stupid and act half their age. He sees Zorc’s strange character design and corrects himself. Okay, maybe ‘people’ is the wrong word. Things that are stupid and act half their age.

They tramp through the sand for a while, walking past all the poverty and disease. Finally, they reach the entrance to the palace.

“Halt!” a guard standing to the left of the entrance declares. “Who goes th-”

“Zorc!” Bakura calls. Zorc opens his mouth and lets loose a jet of fire that burns the guard into a pile of ashes. The guard on the right stares in horror. “This is bloody convenient,” Bakura remarks.

They walk into through the palace, Zorc blasting anyone who even looks at them. Reaching the throne room, Bakura flings the door open. Everyone in the room turns and stares at them.

Atem lets out a heavy sigh. “Greaaaaat, this guy again!”

Bakura steps forward. “I have come to bring you to justice, Pharaoh!”

“You say that, like, every day, but you never do.” Atem points out.

“Well, this time is different!” Bakura shoots back.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Are you at least going to tell me what the hell I did?” Atem asks. “I mean, besides being ten times more handsome than you. That I will take full blame for.”

“You are most certainly not-” Bakura shakes his head. Stay focused, you’re so close! “You know what you did!

“No, I don’t.

“Yes, you do!”

“No, I really don’t.”

“Yes, you do!”

“Dude, it took me thousands of years to remember my damn name, I don’t remember what I did to some random guy who somehow has a British accent despite being born in Ancient Egypt.”

“You destroyed my village to make the Millennium Items!”

Atem blinks. “No, that was my father.”

“Yeah, right!”

“It really was.” Mahad chimes in.

“Yeah, he’s telling the truth.” Shada confirms.

“Oh.” Bakura sucks his teeth. “Well, this is awkward.”

“Yeah, it is.” Atem agrees.

Bakura thinks for a second. “Well, you’re his son, so I might as well kill you. I mean, I came all the way to Ancient Egypt, I deserve to kill someone.”

“Uh, Seto’s right here, he’ll be glad to sacrifice himself for his pharaoh.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Seto, don’t be a little bitch. I’m too beautiful to die.”

“You already died!”

Bakura cuts in. “It wasn’t his father who massacred everyone I love!”

“It actually was.” Atem says. The court nods and murmur in assent.

“Okay, fine, I’ll just kill everyone here!” Bakura raises the Ring, preparing to finally, finally get his revenge.

“WAIT!” Atem raises his hand dramatically. “Sure, he destroyed your town. BUT! He didn’t destroy everyone you love.”

“Whatchu talking ‘bout, Pharoah?” Bakura asks, still holding the Ring aloft.

“I’m talking about Marik.”

Bakura looks like Atem just slapped him. “What? You- No- I don’t love Marik!”

“Don’t you?” Atem asks knowingly.

“Urgh…This has nothing to do with you or your father!” Bakura yells.

“Oh, I think it does. You see, if he had never made the Millennium Items, your soul would’ve never been put in the Ring. You never would’ve lived 5,000 years from now-”

“3,000, your majesty.” Shimon corrects.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, you never would’ve met Marik. And you never would’ve fallen in love.”

Bakura stands there, stunned. It almost like he’s flying again, as he can practically hear the air whooshing by his ears as his world turns upside down. He stares at Atem, an easy target, but…he doesn’t want to kill him. For the first time in forever, he doesn’t want revenge. And if something as crazy as him forgiving the Pharaoh can happen, then is it really that much of a stretch to believe that he could fall in love with Marik?

“I…” Bakura starts. He takes a deep breath and says something he never thought he would ever say. “Thank you, Atem. For helping me realize the truth.”

Atem smiles and nods. “Go to him, Bakura.”

Bakura’s heart starts pounding as he realizes what he must do. “Zorc! We need to go back!” He turns and runs out of the palace, Zorc following him, confused.

“Ha! Can you believe that loser fell for that bullshit?” Atem snorts. “He’s probably going to start using Kuriboh and giving speeches about friendship.”

* * *

Due to complications from traveling through time and for the sake of drama, Bakura and Zorc make it back to modern times the same day as the Applause finals.

“Zorc, I’m sorry, but I have to go to Marik.” Bakura says, sliding off of Zorc’s back.

“Are we still going to destroy the world later?” Zorc asks hopefully.

“I don’t-” Bakura pauses and decides to throw Zorc a bone. “Sure, Zorc.”

“Goody!” Zorc claps as Bakura sprints into the building. He can hear the announcer as he races through the hall.

“Today’s the day everyone’s been waiting for: the Applause finals! It all comes down to this- The Kaiba brothers versus Marik Ishtar and Kit-” the announcer pauses as a crew member whispers something in his ear. “Er, just Marik Ishtar.” He clears his throat. “Anyway, without further ado, let’s get started!”

The audience roars as Bakura bursts into the room. He spots a serious-looking Marik walking onstage, holding a microphone. Bakura looks around as the opening notes of a song starts. Seeing some steps leading to backstage, Bakura heads towards them. Marik starts singing.

“Don’t breathe too deep, don’t think all day…”

Backstage, Bakura impatiently waits for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Looking around frantically, he finally spots a microphone. He grabs it just as he hears Marik launch into the chorus. Marik has sung this song so often that Bakura unintentionally memorized it. He waits right behind the curtain for a moment, heart pounding, as he waits for the second verse to start.

“…You’re what you own!”

Bakura flings open the curtain and raises the microphone to his mouth. “The filmmaker cannot see!”

Marik looks over, eyes widening in shock, but he manages to continue with the next line. “And the songwriter cannot hear…”

Bakura walks towards him, singing the next part. Marik turns and faces him as they perform a clichéd romantic duet. “For once, the shadows gave way to liiiight…for once, I didn’t disengaaaage!”

Marik faces the audience during the last chorus, arms flung open wide as he sings with his old passion. Bakura smiles and turns toward the audience too. “You’re not aloooone… I’m not alooooone!”

The song finishes, but there still is a little bit of time before their five minutes are up. Bakura takes a deep breath and lifts the microphone back up to his mouth. His palms are so sweaty that he has to grip the microphone with both hands, lest he drop it. “Marik…there’s something I need to tell you.”

Marik turns and looks at him, wary. The audience all lean forward in their chairs, eager to hear whatever it is. Bakura closes his eyes for a second, gathers his courage, then opens them. “Marik…I love you.”

A collective gasp is heard just as the buzzer goes off. The crowd reaches a frenzy, people shouting and hugging each other and dabbing at their eyes from the beauty of it all. Marik stares at Bakura in shock for a moment, and then a smile slowly spreads its way across his face. He engulfs Bakura in a great bear hug. Bakura, heart still racing, lifts his arms and hugs Marik back. Even though he had never hugged Marik before, it felt…right. It felt like home. And not home like the village that had been destroyed. It felt like a home that would last forever.

* * *

An hour later, Bakura and Marik are at a club for the show’s afterparty.

“I can’t believe we fucking lost,” Marik says, taking a swig from his drink.

“Yeah, apparently Seto Kaiba flinging fistfuls of cash to the audience is a bigger crowd-pleaser than a heartfelt confession of love.” Bakura remarks.

Marik looks down. “Bakura…did you say what you said just because you thought it would make us win?”

Bakura touches his arm. “No, I meant it. I didn’t care about winning.”

Marik looks up again. “But what about the money? What about getting our revenge?”

Bakura swirls his drink around. “Yeah, about that…maybe we should hold off on our whole revenge plan. Besides, the money isn’t an issue. Remember when you first told me you ate our tickets, and I left for a couple of hours?”

“Yeah.” Marik nods.

“Well, I went and mugged a couple people and got a few thousand then. They call me the Thief King for a reason.”

“Wait, why didn’t you tell me then? Why did you agree to go on the show?”

Now Bakura looks down, embarrassed. “You seemed so excited about it. I couldn’t tell you no.”

Marik grins widely. “Bakura! You’re such a softy!”

Bakura’s head snaps up. “I am not!” he protests, offended. He opens his mouth to tell Marik how he is the exact opposite of a softy, thankyouverymuch, when he hears the start of yet another song that’s on regular rotation in Marik’s repertoire. “Marik. Did you go to a club and request a bloody Broadway song?”

“Yep!” Marik smiles.

“You are…”

“A bloody idiot?”

“Yes. But at least you’re my bloody idiot.”

Marik laughs. “Bakura, I love you.” He says simply, catching Bakura off-guard.

“Oh, uh, well, thanks…”

“This is the part where you’re supposed to say it back.”

“I already said it!”

“You can say it again.”

“Why don’t you say it again?”

“I just said it!”

“Well, so did I.”

“Well, at least I’m not British!”

“Well, at least I didn’t eat our tickets!”

“Well, at least I’m not a softy!

“Hey!” Bakura opens his mouth to argue, but Marik holds out his hand.

“Come on, let’s dance!”

Bakura smiles, takes his hand, and they start dancing to Marik’s song.

And a strange thing, your life could end up changing,

While you’re dancing through!

#datacow'scontest #tbh this was a ton of fun #kinda had to rush bc i have a terrible addiction to procrastination #but i got it done #idk why but i put some broadway references in here #marik strikes me as a broadway person #i'm starting to doubt that i will ever be able to write a serious story #oh well #yugioh #thiefshipping

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Mr. Right

After rambling on and on, I remembered a story. It was 2010 and my long time boyfriend and I had been together for about 10 years. We would have a blissful 6 months then we would be angry or fighting with one another. I was actually surprised that it lasted as long as it did. Some of our longevity centered around the fact that he was gone for sometimes 3 weeks in the summer. That made it very easy to get out of town to see the boys. Anyway, without getting into a lot of detail it was a couple weeks till Christmas and I all of the sudden found out I would be alone for the first time in my entire life ! While if the sudden circumstances had happened to me, I would have done the same thing as my boyfriend. That didn't matter and I put the blame straight on him. A week and a half to Christmas I decided to call the boys and let them invite me for Christmas. I didn't want to be alone, I spoke to both of them and dropped lots of hints. They got the hint and invited me. I did tell my boyfriend I was going down to Atlanta. I left it at that.

I couldn't sleep Christmas and I was out the door and in the car way before 5:00am. I was at their house a little after 9:00am. Luckily they had moved from downtown and were now on the north side of Atlanta somewhere off of Jimmy Carter Blvd. They put a Bloody Mary in my hand and we climbed in the Monty Carlo and went to spread Christmas cheer. I was drinking hard but luckily was eating appetizers all day also. We got back to their place and they had a gift for me. I had gotten them a gift also as I knew they had recently just moved into their new place. They had gotten me a negligee that was not something that your would lounge around in. It was see through and lets be honest, very slutty. They said the one that I had was over 20 years old and needed to be replaced. It was over 20 years old and I think I brought it every time I came to see them. I didn't necessarily wear it every time I saw them. It was a very conservative negligee not meant to turn anyone on. I was surprised at how similar the one they gave me was to the one I had. The color was almost identical and the cut and length was almost identical. The major difference was that with theirs my nipples and pubic hair was in plain sight.

I modeled it for them and it stayed on for about 5 minutes before they were all over me. I ended up staying for two nights which I had never done with them. Typically I would be on my way back home in between 18 to 28 hours, depending on if I got their at night or in the morning. I left after lunch on the 27th. When I got home I had to figure out where I was going to put their negligee. My boyfriend of course had seen my negligee and if by chance he stumbled upon it, I would have some explaining to do. Seeing how my closet doesn't have a light, I decided to put it where I used to keep my other one. On a hanger way in the back.

About 14 months later we broke up. After I had found out that he was indeed married I decided to take a drive and clear my head. Oh yeah, we'll get back to the negligee. About an hour north of town I saw a sign for a private university that I knew of, but had never been to the campus. I took the exit and found my way to the downtown section. The campus was all around the downtown. I went in and out of all of the stores and when I was running out of stores on the strip I walked up to the corner and looked to see if anything else was around. I saw a Catholic church not more than a hundred yards away and figured I would go inside to see if it made me feel any better. I opened the doors and could smell paint. Part of the vestibule was roped off with wet paint signs. I made it inside the church and went over to the back right and sat in the last pew. Not five minutes had gone by and I heard a door from inside the church close and footsteps coming toward me. It was the Priest and he said something to me but I didn't understand what he said. I smiled at him as he walked by. Five minutes later he comes back and said something about confession had been canceled. I didn't know what he was talking about but smiled again at him. He was just about to start walking again when he stopped, sat down beside me and said that we can do confession here. I had been to confession one time in my life and that was when I was in Sunday School. I might had been 10 years old ? I was going to say no when he started praying and then he asked when my last confession was. I shocked him when I said 40 years ago. I was stuck and all I could think about was someone coming in during my confessing. I was rambling just as quick as I could when I got to the part about the boys. The Christmas with the boys had weighed heavily on me. I was drunk all day on Christmas and then had sex that was very....let's say not lady like. I think we had sex twice the next day. Anyway, if it had been any day but Christmas....I would have been OK with it. So I told the Priest that I had been drunk on Christmas and fornicated with two homosexual men. I immediately started saying that I wasn't a bad person and blah blah blah and somehow said that I would never commit adultery and blah blah blah. I finally stopped and shut up. He didn't say a word. Then he said something that to this day I wish I could remember. It was something like it is easier to go from the light to darkness but more difficult to find the light from the dark. I can't remember, then he informed me that adultery was any sex outside of marriage. I had thought adultery was having sex with a married man. He gave me my penance and when I got out of the church I did feel better. I'm sure he was shaking his head when I left.

I felt so much better that the next morning, which was a Sunday, I decided to go to church. It was within walking distance of my house. Being the not that great Catholic, after communion I am walking out the door while everyone is standing and walking back to their pew. I decided to grab a cup of coffee at the restaurant on the main street. As I was walking in the door I felt someone grab the door and hold it for me from behind. I waved at the owner whom I have known for years and asked for a table. I headed for the restroom. When I came out, the owner, with menu in hand led me to a table. There was a guy sitting at the table. I was stunned at first and then the guy said that he was a bad Catholic also and he walked in right behind me. He informed me that he didn't bite and being a nice looking guy, I sat down. Not two minutes with him, I knew it was Devine intervention. We sat and talked for 20 minutes before ordering and afterwards strolled around the downtown together. He was also a professor, but in another college of the University. I gave him my phone number and that week we met for lunch at a middle eastern restaurant. I was scared at first, but it was actually very good. We attended a auction for the school together a couple weeks later and by that time I was ready to spend every waking hour with him. I know now a lot of that was because my ex was already married. He had kids and didn't want to introduce his children to women right off the bat. I was the same way and understood. Luckily, my daughter was in college and that wasn't as important anymore. He had two girls in high school and felt that they were impressionable. He didn't want to parade lots of women in front of them. It was difficult for me, as I was having to wait till every other weekend to physically see him. Actually, that was not all that correct. We did try to meet up at least once a week. We were both busy. However, when we were together, he was not coming on to me like I was wanting. I would give him hints like once we were walking down the street and it was a little chilly and I ducked into a store front entrance to get out of the wind. I was faking the chills hoping he would put his arms around me to warm me up. Nothing. I would confide in a girlfriend of mine and she told me that maybe he just needs a friend. Not what I wanted to hear.

One evening during the week, I got a call from him. He said he had forgotten some stuff in his office and was having to drive all the way back to his office. He said he was planning on watching his favorite reality TV show and now he would probably miss it. I told him I was sitting around with a glass of wine in my pajamas watching TV and he was welcome to watch it at my place. He said OK if it wasn't going to be an inconvenience. I was not sitting around drinking wine in my pajamas but sitting around grading papers. I got up and ran to open a bottle of wine, to put on some pajamas, hide the papers from class, etc. My Micky Mouse pajamas were nowhere to be found. Finally, I get to my closet and I am going through everything to find something that even closely resembled pajamas to put on. I'm going through my drawer and then I see my negligee. Definitely could not wear that. All of the sudden the doorbell rings. I grab the negligee and put it on. I knew I could put my robe on over it and all would be OK and it would still appear that I was not doing anything of importance.

I open the door and let him in. He gives me a quick hug and then kind of stumbles with his speech and starts to apologize for intruding on me. I guess he thought I was ready for bed or something. He says he should probably go and that we can try to do something later next week. I told him I was OK and then he stopped and said that he needs to be honest with me. Usually not a good thing to hear. Then he says that he likes me but that he doesn't know how to act around women, he had only 2 girlfriends his whole life and that his marriage was a disaster. He didn't know if he should put his arm around me or hold my hand and that he was a complete mess around me.

I told him that I was not sitting around drinking wine in my pajamas and I told him the story of running around the house trying to get ready for him. I told him that I was grading papers and that I wanted him to come over. Then I told him that if he wanted to, he could kiss me. I'm thinking that it had been 7 or 8 weeks since we had coffee after church. In the time we had been together he had given me a peck on my cheek once and kissed me at the door several times when he was leaving, but nothing ever that would say, "I want you". That's it. He did come and kiss me kind of passionately and I remember thinking, finally ! We started watching his show on the sofa and at every commercial we would kiss a little more. By the 3rd or 4th series of commercials we were making out like high school kids and the robe that I had put on was constricting me like a venomous snake! I guess every time I would twist to be able to kiss him, the robe was twisting tighter around me. Towards the end of the show the robe was twisted around me so tight I couldn't take it anymore and while we were making out again, I got up, cursed my robe, let it fall to the floor and straddled his legs so I could get to his lips easily. I was so worked up by him. I got up and grabbed my robe when I heard the show was back on and sat back down beside him. When the show was over, he said he needed to get back and I immediately went to bed. I went in the bath to get ready for bed and hung my robe on the hook. That's when I noticed that the negligee I was wearing was the one the boys had given me for Christmas 2 years earlier. The one worn by more French whores than all others combined. I had forgotten all about putting it in the closet in place of the other one. I gave him enough time to get home and I called his apartment to apologize and tell him I was in a hurry looking for something to wear and I'm not trashy or something. He acted as if he hadn't paid attention and that he didn't notice anything. It made me feel better but I knew otherwise. When I went to pick up the robe off the floor, I didn't kneel down and pick it up, I bent over and got it. So a fifty year old with D-cups bending over in a see through negligee and he didn't notice anything ? I'm sure that was a sight.

Sometime during the next week he called me and said there was a festival in a town about 1 1/2 hours away and asked if I wanted to ride down there with him. He said we could leave at noon and we should have plenty of time to see everything by the time it was over, which at the time I thought was six o'clock.

I asked if he wanted to go earlier as there was a town with lots of antiques on the way and I was looking for an old roll top desk. As I think I mentioned, he got his kids every other weekend and two weeks had gone by since our make out session. It was difficult waiting that long to see him, although we did always meet for lunch on Tuesdays and had a date on the Thursday before he got his kids. Still, suggesting that we also shop for antiques would buy me a few more hours with him.

After an unsuccessful day looking for a desk we rolled into the festival at about two in the afternoon. By the time six o'clock rolled around we were both exhausted from being on our feet all day and were about ready to start our ride back. Then we noticed a big sign about this band from "our era". I think it was Three Dog Night or Stepenwolf or some band like that which was playing that night at the festival. The festival was not over at six like we thought and we talked about staying but that would put us coming back home at midnight or later. I suggested we could get a hotel room and that I would split it. We found a cheap room 10 miles away and decided to stay. I told him about the story of the confession and the priest and that I couldn't sleep with him. He was fine with that and getting a room with two beds made it easier not to be tempted.

We got to the hotel at about 10:30 and luckily we were able to get a couple tooth brushes from the hotel and he had bought me a T-shirt of the band to sleep in. We were all snuggled up in our individual beds when I got up to use the bathroom. I didn't see any harm in the two of us sharing a bed so when I came back out I blurted something like, "I can't remember which bed was mine". He moved over and opened up the covers. I crawled in backwards and made my way over for him to spoon me. We both did pretty good for a while resisting temptation. Then he started nibbling on my neck. We started making out again and before long he was pretty well established on second base. I wouldn't have stopped him if he wanted to go to third, but he didn't.

The next morning we both were up early. We both teach 7:00am classes so it is hard to ever sleep in. He said that he was going to take a shower and I was debating it also, but without a good brush and long hair, I was thinking I would just wash up in the sink. I was at the sink when he went into the shower and I told him that if he needed me to wash his back to just knock on the wall. I was still washing up when he opened the door and said he was ready for me to wash his back. I was a little caught off guard. I wanted him to say something like that, but I didn't think he would. It took me a while to decide what to do. I wanted this guy so badly. I stripped down and went in the bath. I told him to close his eyes and got in and went straight to him and buried my head in his chest. I don't think he thought I would do it. We just stood there under the water with our arms around each other for what seemed like an eternity. Then we were kissing and touching and grinding into each other. When he went back to second base with his lips, I reached down and started stroking his dick and he headed for third base. I let his fingers penetrate me but had to pull away before I got to worked up. I pulled him toward the middle of the tub, I pulled the shower curtain up a little and sat on the edge of the tub. I pulled him closer to me and began to give him a blowjob. I heard him moan and was quickly told that I was doing that at my own risk and shortly after he was screaming and cumming in my mouth. I think it took about three swallows to get it all down. I had wanted his cum in me for a long time. Being a professor I know better, however, I have always had this feeling that if I swallow a man's cum then part of his body becomes part of my body and that somehow we become physically connected. Probably not the case but you never know.

After that morning everything changed ! Thanks to Bill Clinton I did not have sex with him. So I was still okay with the adultery thing. We began seeing each other more during the week and he was much more affectionate towards me. So another funny incident I remember. It was a Friday afternoon and it was a weekend that he had his kids. Which meant that I wouldn't see him for a while. He texted me in the afternoon and asked where I was. I told him I was in the dungeon. That was my lab and office. My office had no windows and my lab which was about 20 x 20 had two vent well windows that were like 1 foot by 1 and a half feet way up at the top of the wall. He came over and I gave him the tour and we walked into my office where he immediately pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me. I was pretty hot and bothered and knowing I wouldn't see him for days I was wondering what was going to satisfy me. I still wasn't fucking him but every other weekend we were having slumber parties and doing anything and everything but having sex. I thought I would give him a blowjob in my office as nobody ever comes down there. I get on my knees and pull out his dick and start to suck him when I get this weird feeling. I got up quickly and told him to get his pants up. A half a minute later there are two knocks and the door is pushed open. It was the head of the department. No one had come down to that lab unexpected in years! I introduced the two of them acting like my boyfriend was a colleague and the two of us were in my office strictly on business. My boyfriend left and I told him I would be in touch in a very professional voice. The department head only needed me briefly and when he left I texted my boyfriend to meet me at my house if he wanted me to finish him off. I ripped off his pants as soon as he walked in.

I think it was the following weekend during one of our slumber parties when we were messing around before going to sleep. We were talking about birth control during a lull in our fooling around. He said he had a vasectomy. That solved that. We started back to fooling around and I got on top of him and was grinding my pussy on his dick. I was soaking wet and somehow his dick slid in me and I pushed down to get it in all the way, then got off of him and did it again. That was about all I could take. I had done real well for probably 15 weeks but now I couldn't take it any more. If he hadn't had a vasectomy I probably would have made it a few more weeks. I jumped off of him and laid down and literally pulled him on me and begged him to fuck me. He jumped on me and stuck it in as fast as he could. Not being used to sleeping with each other I bet we woke up 3 or 4 times that night and each time he was back on top of me.

TBC

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allharlowseve · 7 years

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[WP] Your graduating class is kidnapped and put into a "Hunger Games" Themed Japanese game show. All the traps are recycled from previous shows, your weapons are comedic and you can only eliminate your opponents through humiliation or the traps.

As the bag came off of my head, I looked around at all the asian men in business suits, one dressed like a banana and a little asian woman holding a microphone and yelling excitedly into it. Nobody had visible tattoos, so I assumed it wasn't Yakuza or something like that, thankfully. Trying to follow the "What to Do When You're Expecting to be Kidnapped" book, I looked for exits, but the room seemed impossibly huge. Far above us, however, were spotlights and scaffolding. It was clearly a building, but even lit up as it was, I couldn't see any of the walls except the one far behind me. As I looked around, I noticed a few of the 70 people, and later all of them, that had been at the amusement park as part of our Safe Grad party for graduating from High School. I guess it wasn't all that safe, then. That was two days ago, though. After a little bit, the men holding my arms fit a little piece of something into my ear, which I realized was an earpiece after I started hearing English coming through. An American voice, unfamiliar, yelled in the same type of voice as the Japanese announcer girl, and I watched as the men outfitted us with two big sacks full of water and a few cliff bars each, or something like those. We were meant to survive on only those, but I was so focused on what was happening, and puzzling it out, I ended up missing the rules and explanations. As soon as they released us, I sprinted straight, as hard as I could, toward the wooded area. One tree, that I narrowly missed, was actually a man inside a door with bark attached to it, which I noticed when it slammed open, hitting the side of the small shack, and he popped out to grab one of the girls that followed me. The door closed behind the two of them, and a mechanical whirring, like a tiny elevator, came faintly from it. "Sixty nine to goooo!" the voice shouted from my ear piece. Clamboring up one of the big trees, I found a well-covered branch, a camo blanket creating a tent effect, with a goofy little box inside. Opening it, I found an inflatable hammer, a slingshot, and little fake poopy diapers, along with a bag of jerky and a fanny pack that looked... obscene, to say little of it. Strapping it on, I filled the tip of the pack with the meal bars, then the jerky, then the mini poopy diapers that smelled suspiciously like chocolate. Sticking my hand through it, I wore the slingshot like an arm brace. Then, with all the patience I could muster, I started to blow up the hammer. Within a few minutes, sixty eight, sixty seven, and sixty six had all been announced. By the time I had finished fully with overinflating the hammer, we were down to 54. slinking through the wooded area, I found a little tunnel, maybe 3 feet across. As I climbed in, it rapidly grew taller, allowing me to nearly stand, so maybe four and a half feet high. Half way through, I saw someone pick an apple up from a pile of them, bite into it, and fall to the ground, snoring a second later as the 53 announcement came through loudly. I picked up the apple and looked at it, turning it in my hand. There was nothing special about it, but on the bottom was a sticker of Snow White's face. As I walked through the tunnel, checking out each opening, I saw more people doing silly things, like grabbing onto a tentacle that came out of the floor to see what it was made of and being yanked down, stepping on little pods that looked like suction cups, and even people walking into a hallway with hands coming from every surface and being pulled all the way in. By the time I got to the end of the tunnel and crawled out, we were down to nearly 30. Leaning against the outside of the tunnel on accident, I opened up a sliding metal cabinet by apparently pressing a button. Inside, I found a pair of boot covers, looking like yetti legs, that claimed to prevent attacks toward the legs. Figuring they meant that they'd stop traps like that tentacle or suction floors, I slid into the fuzzy pant like sleeves, pulling the elastic bands at the top tight and tying them around themselves, aware of how ridiculous I looked. As I explored the area around the tunnel, I watched for any movement. The second I saw a person running toward me, a boy named Carl from my Senior History class, I readied my hammer behind me. He had what looked like a gimp mask on, with tentacle fingers on his hands. If it wasn't for his goofy tanktop with Micky Mouse dressed like a rapper, I'd never have recognized him. The aggressive stance of him convinced me, and when he got within reach, I swung the hammer, hitting him square in the nuts, the hammer making both the typical squeak sound as well as a loud moan. I laughed, and a bright red blush ran up his neck as one of the business suited men lead him into the tunnel, presumably to his exit. The confirmation of 30 was enough, and I started walking again, staying in the shadows as much as possible. At a small pool, I hit the water with the hammer and a woman dressed as a mermaid appeared, looking quite cross at the intrusion. However, a series of rocks clearly made a path through the pool to the waterfall. I jumped from rock to rock, finally making it to the edge of the waterfall when the banana man, wearing a scuba mask, jumped up and snatched the hammer out of my hand. Shrugging, a little upset, I jumped through the thin wall of water. Once inside, I sat down on the floor, trying to relax and catch my breath. Looking up, I saw a mirror, and stared at how absolutely ridiculous I looked. "If only I had a camera," I thought, smiling slightly. Thankful for the mirror, however, I caught someone else slinking through the dark. Within a couple seconds, a dildo on a stick was nearly in my face. Thankfully, I had my slingshot in position and loaded before they could do anything with it, and the splat as the chocolate poo covered their face was perfect. Grabbing the stick before they could be pulled off, I used it to poke around each bend of the stone while I explored the cave for anyone who could be hiding as well. Figuring it was as good of a place as any, I tucked myself into an alcove, stick diagonal in front of me, and I dug out the jerky, eating greedily. When finished, I placed the bag just outside my little cubby, hoping that I'd hear someone crinkle it before they could discover me. Before I knew it, I was out. Waking up, I felt freezing, a little wet, and uncomfortable. As I looked around, I realized I was sitting up, in a rock section carved to be about my width but only big enough for a little person to lay down, and I grinned, glad to have gotten some sleep. "I wonder how many people are left..." I mumbled, careful to not speak too loudly. Within a second, I was responded to, with "21, Ma'am." by a strange voice, definitely not the American woman from before. This one was more like an Irish or Scottish man, but calming all the same. Carefully walking out, I checked the mirror before starting to walk up to the waterfall, which had turned into barely a sheet, nearly perfectly visible through. With the lowered water level, I noticed a wooden plank connecting each stone, and tapped it with my stick. It held, as though it were firmly attached, so I walked with purpose, heading into the small village looking area across. As I walked through, a trap that seemed like a leg noose caught me, pulling at my leg cover then just slipping off, falling back down to the floor. Giggling, I began to explore. The 20th elimination came when I poked my stick into a house, unintentionally inserting the floppy rubber phallus into the mouth of a girl snoring with her mouth wide open. At her scream, and the announcement, I ran as fast as I could, dropping the stick for better grace. At the other side, it rapidly went from a field to what cartoons depict Antarctica like. At a giant igloo, I ran in, literally crashing into someone else. With his super soaker of yellow liquid, and a small diaper in my hand like a grenade, we both started laughing. He had a unicorn horn, complete with rainbow mane, on his head, strap blending in with the mane, and a horse shoe was hanging from a ribbon around his neck, tied in an elaborate bow, sparkly and pretty. We smiled at each other, putting down our weapons, and he sat with his back to the door as we discussed the traps we saw, how people got themselves eliminated, and he laughed at my poojectiles. Smelling his super soaker, I realized it was lemonade, but there was no reason to waste it. He offered me his water, and I sipped, sharing a little of my jerky. At the first sip, I realized it was actually fruit punch, and smiled like an idiot. I let him doze, sitting close to him in case we had to fight, and sipped on the drinks as time passed. By the time he woke up, we were down to 14 people. I wished they had announced how people got eliminated, but from what I could tell, it was only announced in Japanese. It frustrated me then, but now I've come to understand that it's so people can be eliminated the same way, whether surprised by the same traps or the weapons the fellow competitors have. When we left the igloo, a person dressed like a yeti ran at us, screaming about how they refused to loose. A diaper and super soaker stream later, they were also embarrassed enough to be eliminated. A few steps over a snowy hill, and we could see nearly everything. Spinning around, we decided to head back to the forrest, after noticing a flash of light. Running as fast as we could to cover, we snuck toward where we saw the flash, and found one of the competitors using a camera in a selfie stick or something similar to use the ultimate attack, the upskirt picture. However, they were also dispatched when a selection of stamp arrows hit them, leaving behind a black penis shape, a pink vagina, a purple poop, and a second vagina, this time in blue. I think using arrows like knives is a little weird, but stabbing with two handfuls of them to mark up someone definitely looked hilarious. It's a good thing the girl was wearing mirrored shades, or the guy would have only been eliminated when he eventually saw his own face, maybe days later. "Eleven left," I mouthed to Brad, my new ally. I snatched up the arrows left on the ground, then climbed back into my tree fort, dispatching the person sleeping on the floor by smooshing a diaper in their face. "Ten." Brad whispered, a wicked grin twisting his face. Noticing his watch, I twisted his arm a little to look at it. It had only been maybe a day since we were taken from the park, but I was ravenous. Holding out one of the meal replacement bars, he asked if I was hungry, so we split it, drinking my water. Looking out into the woods, I thought to myself about how other than us, there were only 8 people. Only a seventh of the people who had been a part when we started had managed to make it a day, and the loud fireworks as the lights dimmed for a day of night was quite startling. Thankfully, my newest best friend had paid attention, and he explained for me. "Every other day, until we're all either eliminated or someone wins, will alternate. The first day was, obviously, day. Now,though, it's night. It's supposed to be easier to get snuck up on, and to sneak up on people. I think it's cool. Plus in the night, they can swap out traps without people noticing quite as much, although we only have 10 people left. I think they're also refilling the caches so we don't dehydrate or anything. Speaking out..." He fell silent, pointing out the opening of our little fort to a bag, similar to a laundry bag, that looked to be full of food. He slid out, waving as he shimmied up the opposite tree, and yanked down the bag. I watched him opening it, anxious of it being a trap, but he dragged it back to our tree almost immediately. I searched around, eventually finding a strip of rope made to look like a vine, then threw the end down. Thankfully, he scrambled up the ladder,helping me yank the rope until the bag came up to the edge. Wrapping a section around my hand, him doing the same, we walked up to the edge, grabbing the white bag and quickly tucking it under the tarp. Inside, we found probably the best thing we could have. Buffet burners, the ones that light themselves, a disposable tray, and a few bento boxes were in the main area. As we emptied it, we marvelled at the selections. Under those, we pulled out a small cooler, probably the reason it was so heavy. Lighting a burner and heating up the tray, we filled it with water and set in a box each. Drinking a YooHoo each, we stared at each other, glee on our faces plain to see, until we came to a fairly obvious question. "So, uh, how are we gonna carry all of this?" He nodded, looking at the small cooler, examining it for a way to carry it. I picked up the laundry bag, popping the other boxes and little heaters in, then sat down, removing the mostly warm boxes from the hot water bath. We ate while plotting, finally deciding to use the vine rope to turn the laundry bag into a backpack for him. When we finished, eating with our questionably clean hands, we washed up in the water before dumping it over the side of our tent. Grabbing the pan, I emptied the cooler and bag into it, bending it to firmly hold everything. Carefully, he set the tray nearly in the mouth of the bag, tying the extra material with the rope, then tying the opening closed, the rope looped around it multiple times and creating a secure pouch. With the extra material,he wrapped up his super soaker, now having both hands free. We snuck down from the tree, dispatching a small group of people we found tucked up in a cave with a rain of pee and poop grenades. Down to just us and 5 others, we raided their camp, me filling up my fanny pack with condoms filled with icing now that I had only a single diaper, finding more stamp arrows and an actual bow, and my buddy getting a refil of lemonade for his pee soaker. It was all fun and games until he got grabbed on the ankle by a giant snake, and he stared at me, terrified. Before getting dragged into the darkness, his last act was to throw me the backpack, super soaker included. The last time I saw his face, he was screaming as a heavilly made up snake, fake eyelashes and lipstick setting off its pink cheeks, as it swallowed him whole. Six. Knowing it had to be close to the next day, I headed to the deepest part of the jungle, catching someone as they tried to use a portapotty, by slingshotting a "used" condom at them. Once the second one leaked out, they were eliminated. Thanking the stars, I tied closed the door, checking the hole for traps before using the bathroom myself, knowing I may not be able to again for a while yet. Pouring out water from one of my canteens, I washed my hands with moist toilet paper, feeling less like an animal, but just as apprehensive. As I opened the door, the fireworks sounded, and I hid behind the stall, closing my eyes tight just to let them adjust naturally. When I opened them, a 7 foot tall deer, on its hind legs, was within inches of me. Spraying the face, the mask fell off to reveal my sister, a look of betrayal plain on her face. I hugged her, only releasing her when she was lead away. "Four, me plus three." I mumbled, tiptoeing back to the tunnel. As I entered, I managed to dispatch the first person by shoving one of the condoms into his mouth, but behind him was two more people. As I got a chunky vomit looking balloon to the face, I managed to spray one of them, but the girl who had been my best friend escaped unscathed. So, that's why I don't talk to Kay anymore, and how I met Brad. I just hope that they, whoever the Japanese people were, got everything on camera. It was definitely the best two days of my life.

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Chapter Two: Don’t Go Too Far

Liam’s POV:

I finally find the courage to say something. But I’m still mad. Somewhat at you, but mostly at myself. & I know I’m going to regret this, but I say it anyways. I finished my assignment five minutes ago & was just on Facebook now. I close my laptop & look at you. "Hey and to tell you the truth I was joking when I said we should have a future together" I say reluctantly.

You look at me & I know you’re mad... You have every right to be. But I feel like we need to get the tension out one way or another. "I know! That's why I'm mad at you dumb ass! You really don't get it, do you? When I say not to joke about something, don't joke about it!" You reply.

I wanna say something, but I know if I do it could end everything. I bite my tongue & I get a text... Just at the right time. It’s just after 9 o’clock when I open my phone. It’s Cole. I read it.

“Hey, you sure you don’t wanna come out with us tonight? We’re just gonna go to the pub & watch the game in the bar. We’re just leaving, we can swing by your place and pick you up in five minutes... Let me know.” I look down at my phone & reply. “Sure. See you in a few.”

“Really, you’re ignoring me now? Who are you even talking to?” You ask.

“Would you relax? It’s just Cole.”

“IS that really important right now?”

“Yeah.” I say as I grab my sweatshirt & pull it on as I grab my apartment keys. I grab my wallet & put it in my pocket as I walk towards the door.

“You’re really gonna walk out that door in the middle of this?”

I turn as I take a few steps back, closer to the door. “yeah... I am.”

“WHY?” You say, raising your voice.

“Because if I don’t... There may be no going back.” & with that, I turn the door handle & walk out.

Michaela’s POV:

"Hey and to tell you the truth I was joking when I said we should have a future together" When I hear you say that, I can’t believe it actually came out of your mouth, but I can’t help but fight back... It’s just what I do. "I know! That's why I'm mad at you dumb ass! You really don't get it, do you? When I say not to joke about something, don't joke about it!"

I can tell you are about to say something... But don’t. You just stand there & look at me. Then... Your phone gets a text. You look at it. Which angers me more, especially when I see you starting to reply to it.

“Really? You’re ignoring me now? Who are you even talking to?” I ask.

Would you relax?” You reply. “It’s just Cole.”

“Is that really important right now?”

“Yeah.” You insist as you put on your sweatshirt & gather your wallet & keys. You start heading towards the door & I can’t believe it.

“You’re really gonna walk out that door in the middle of all this?” I ask.

You turn to face me as you step closer to the door. “Yeah... I am.”

“WHY?” I raise my voice a little.

“Because, if I don’t...” you start. “There may be no going back.” As you reach the door, you turn the handle & open it. You step into the hall as the door closes behind you. I turn towards the couch & throw my phone down in frustration. I start to cry again as I fall back onto the couch.

***

I slowly open my eyes as I realize I’m laying on the couch. I must have fallen asleep again. I pick up my phone & look at the time. 11 o’clock.I get up to use the bathroom. After that I slowly walk around the apartment to see if you have come back... But you’re no where to be found.

I go to the kitchen & open the alcohol cupboard. I pour myself a shot & a glass of wine and drink them both. Once I’ve finished I take a seat on the couch again. I contemplate what to do. Go out & look for you? Go to bed? Go to a party?... In the end I decide to pick up my phone & call Leah.

“Hey Mick, whats up?” You answer.

“Hey...” I say, fighting back tears. “Can you come over?”

“Is everything okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, just come over, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll be over in ten minutes.”

“Okay, bye.” I hang up the phone & take a beer out of the fridge.

By the time you’ve arrived I have finished the beer & start another one.

You walk in & put your stuff down on the couch. I give you a hug & do’t let go. “I love you Leah.”

“I love you too...” You reply. We walk through the kitchen & you see the empty shot glass & wine glass. As well as an empty beer bottle & a half empty one in my hand.

“Mick, when did you start drinking?”

“I don’t know... Twenty minutes ago.”

“How much have you had in that time?”

“Not that much.” I insist.

***

three hours, two beers, 3 shots, & another glass of wine later, you have pretty much cut me off. I’m sitting on the counter & you’re leaning up against it. You haven’t had too much to drink. Just a glass of wine & a shot... Not enough to get yourself drunk. I’ve got music playing off my phone on the table & we’re talking about high school. It’s just after 2:30 in the morning now. That’s when I hear Liam’s voice.

“Micky?”

“We’re in here.” I call.

You walk into the kitchen & see us by the counter. “Hey.” You say, not sure how to handle the situation. You go into the fridge & grab a bottle of beer. Then look at me... & then at Leah. “How much has she had?”

“Trust me, more than you.” She replies.

“Hey, you don’t know that!”

“So, what have you guys been doing?” You ask.

“Just hanging out. Having a good time.” I reply. “We’re going to find something to get high on soon.”

“No, we’re not.” Leah says. “I’ve already told you that. You’ve done enough harm to your organs for one night.”

“Oh come on.” I say.

“Not a chance.”

“Well, let’s at least have a few drinks together.”

“You know what, I think I’m gonna call it a night.. & I think you’ve had enough to drink for one night... Maybe you should go to bed now.”

“Oh come on, who do you think you are? My mother?”

You shake your head at me, but not in anger, more in concern. Then you look at Liam. “Yeah, I’m gonna go.”

I jump off the counter & Liam & I both follow you as you gather your stuff.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” I ask one last time.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m heading home for the week. I’m leaving in the afternoon so I should really get to bed... I’ll see you later.” You grab your sweater & before leaving you put a hand on Liam’s upper arm & whisper something to him. After you’re done talking you take a step back. “Okay?” You ask him. “Yeah.” He nods.

“Alright. I’ll see you guys later.” & with that you squeeze my hand sweetly before walking out.

“So... I say, looking at you. Want something to drink? I could go for a few more shots.”

***

Liam’s POV:

It’s quarter to two in the morning now. The bar stopped serving alcohol fifteen minutes ago & will close in another fifteen. Although, I’ve only had a beer & a half, not enough to get me drunk though. Usually it takes at least 3 & a half beers for it to hit me. Marc stepped outside for a few minutes to have a smoke. So it’s just me & Cole now. Marc opted out of drinking to drive us home tonight & he’s just waiting for us to finish up.

“Hey...” Cole starts. “So what was the sudden change of heart tonight. I thought you wanted to spend the night with your girl?”

“Don’t call her that... We’re not like that.”

“Oh come on, you’ve told me for the past seven years how much you love her... When are you gonna tell her that?”

“Maybe never.” I reply.

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe we just weren’t meant for each other.”

“You can’t really believe that, can you?... Did something happen Liam?”

I hesitate at first, but then answer. “I fucked up Cole.”

“What happened?”

“I did what she hates most... I turned something serious into a joke. & why?... Because I chickened out on trying to finally tell her how I really feel. God, what is wrong with me?”

“Nothing!” You insist. “Your human... It happens.”

“Well, I decided to come out tonight because we ended up fighting & I didn’t wanna stick around In case I would end up saying something even more stupid.”

“Well that ‘s smart.”

“So what should I do now?” I ask.

“Well, if you want my honest opinion, I say you dump the rest of that beer & we head back. She might be asleep, but if she’s not, you should go & fix things before she does go to bed... & find a way to show her you really care... I know she already knows it, but you just gotta reassure her.”

“Okay... “ I pull out my wallet & pay for our drinks & you leave the tip. We say thanks & goodnight to the bar tender & he waves us off & wishes us well. We walk out to see Marc taking one last puff of his third cigarette & dropping it to the ground & stomping on it to put it out.

We get into Marc’s truck & he drives us home, dropping me off at the front of my building.

I walk in & call the elevator. I get in & hit our floor number. The elevator brings me up & I walk to the room. I put the key in the lock & turn it, slowly opening the door. I pull they key out & walk in. I can hear music playing from the kitchen & two girls voices. “Micky?” I call, as I walk over to the table & throw my wallet & keys down.

“We’re in here.” I hear your voice call. I walk in & see you sitting on the counter & Leah leaning up against it. “Hey.” I say as I walk towards the fridge. to grab a beer & see that a few are missing. I look at you & then at Leah. “How much has she had to drink?” I ask.

“Trust me, more than you.” Leah responds.

“Hey! You don’t know that.” You say.

“So, what have you two been doing?” I ask.

“Just hanging out, having a good time.” You reply. “We’re gonna go out & find something to get high on soon.”

“No, we’re not.” Leah says. “I’ve already told you that. You’ve done enough harm to your organs for one night.”

“Oh, come on?!” You say. Now seeing how intoxicated you really are.

“Not a chance. Leah responds.

“Well, let’s at least have a few drinks together.” You say.

“You know what, I think I’m gonna call it a night.. & I think you’ve had enough to drink for one night... Maybe you should go to bed now.” Leah tells you.

Oh come on, who do you think you are? My mother?” You say back.

Leah just shakes her head & looks at me. “yeah... I’m just gonna go.”

Leah walks out of the kitchen & Michaela & I both follow her. She gathers her things off the couch.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna stay?” You ask Leah one more time.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m heading home for the week. I’m leaving in the afternoon so I should really get to bed... I’ll see you later.” Leah grabs her sweater off the couch, but before she goes she puts a hand on my upper arm & pulls me close, so Michaela won’t hear. “She’s had a lot to drink tonight. She should be okay, but she’ll have a hang over, so be prepared for that... & one more thing. She’s been through a lot for one night. I don’t know what happened earlier & I don’t wanna know. I’m just gonna tell you this. Take care of her. & promise me you WON’T hurt her.” She takes a step back. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” I nod.

“Alright... I’ll see you guys later.” & with that she walked out the door.

“So,” You start. “Want something to drink. I could go for a few more shots.”

I look at you, but refuse to get mad this time. I haven’t seen you drunk in a while. You only do it in order to get out of your own head. So I know you must be hurting a lot right now.

“No.” I say as I walk back to the kitchen with you close behind. I put my unopened beer back in the fridge. “I think it’s time we go to bed.”

“Good idea.” You wink at me... That’ll be fun.”

“No, Micky, I mean like really go to bed... We’re leaving on Sunday & you need to rest.”

“Oh come on.”

“I’m serious... Let’s go to bed.” I put a hand on your back & walk you to your room. I leave you to change into PJ’s while I go to the bathroom. Before going back to see if you’re okay I go & change clothes myself & get a glass of water from the kitchen & have a drink. It must have only been five minutes that I was gone. When I walked back into your room, you had changed already fallen asleep, but not in bed. On your bean bag chair. I smile as I watch you silently laying there. Then I walk over & pick you up. I lay you down gently in your bed & pull the blankets over you. Before leaving I kiss your forehead. “Sweet dreams baby girl.” & then I walk to the door. Look at you one more time & turn off the light. I go to my room & lay in bed. Soon after I fall asleep.

***

I wake up at 6am to some sound I can’t really make out. I get out of bed & open my door. As I walk closer to your bedroom door I figure out that the hang over has hit you & you must be sick. I open the door & see you over the garbage can throwing up. You look at me, upset, & in pain. Also a bit embarrassed. & then you get sick again. I grab a hair tie off your desk & pull your hair back. Then I help you walk to the bathroom.

***

It’s been half an hour & you’re feeling a bit better, but still have a major headache. You’re sitting on the couch now, covered in blankets. I walk in & hand you some Advil & a glass of ginger ale.

“Thanks” You say, & I sit down beside you.

***

Michaela’s POV:

It’s just about six in the morning & I’ve been away for five minutes now. Feeling more sick than ever. & then it finally hits me. I pull the garbage can over to the side of my bed & I start to get sick. It’s comes & goes for a while & after five minutes I have woken you unintentionally. You walk into my room & I just look at you. I’m so embarrassed. But you just take a hair tie & tie up my hair. After a couple of minutes you walk me to the bathroom & stay to make sure I’m okay.

***

Half an hour later it all finally passes & now I’m just left with a major headache. I’m sitting on the couch, covered in blankets, & you walk in. Handing me a glass of ginger ale & some Advil. “Thanks.” I say, & take the Advil.

“No worries.” You reply.

***

Liam’s POV:

“I’m sorry about last night.” You say. I over reacted... & then spiraled.”

“It’s okay... I understand.” I reply. “It’s just that...” I finally gather the courage to really come out with it. “Look, I like you a lot. But I didn’t think you really felt the same way...”

You take a deep breath. “Why not?” You ask.

“Because we’ve never really talked about it.” I reply.

“Is it something we really need to talk about?” I ask. “Okay, yeah it is. I know that, but I mean... We're not even finished with college yet. I didn't bring it up because I'm afraid."

“Afraid of what?” I ask, & hold a hand out to you.

"Everything, I guess. Liam, you know I worry about everything, it's just what I do. I can't help it sometimes... Honestly, the future... It scares me. I'm worried that it's not gonna work itself out."

"Micky you have been the only girl I have ever wanted ever sine we met and I want to believe that we can work the future out together" I tell you, sincerely.

You stop & laugh softly. “We were only twelve.”

“What is that? It’s just a number... Okay maybe I didn’t know right then, for sure... But I know now... I love you.”

“You do?”

“Yeah?” I finally lean in & kiss you. I pull away after a few seconds & look at you. & it makes me so happy when you put a hand gently on my face & say you love me too, & then kiss me.

***

Michaela’s POV:

“I’m sorry about last night.” I say. “I over reacted... & then spiraled.”

“It’s okay. I understand.” You say. “It’s just that...” You pause for a minute before continuing. “Look, I like you a lot. But I didn’t think you really felt the same way...”

I stop & smile on the inside. But on the outside, I take a deep breath & ask “Why not?”

“Because we’ve never really talked about it.” You say.

“Is it something we really need to talk about?” You ask. “Okay, yeah it is. I know that, but I mean... We're not even finished with college yet. I didn't bring it up because I'm afraid."

“Afraid of what?” You ask as you reach your hand out to me.

I gently hold your hand in mine. "Everything, I guess. Liam, you know I worry about everything, it's just what I do. I can't help it sometimes... Honestly, the future... It scares me. I'm worried that it's not gonna work itself out."

"Micky you have been the only girl I have ever wanted ever sine we met and I want to believe that we can work the future out together" You tell you, sincerely.

I stop & laugh softly. “Liam, we were twelve.”

“What is that? It’s just a number... Okay maybe I didn’t know right then, for sure... But I know now... I love you.”

I can feel butterflies when I finally hear you say that you love me. & I smile. “You do?” I ask.

“Yeah.” & then you kiss me. When you pull away, I smile so happily. “I love you too.” & kiss you back.

We cuddled for hours after that, & eventually fell asleep together on the couch. I woke up at 2 o’clock in the afternoon to see you still asleep beside me. I cuddle into you, & go back to sleep with a smile on my face.

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