“Asscrown," I muttered under my breath as I headed to my next class. I wasn't proud of swearing at a complete stranger, no. but he started it.

Noah matched my pace. "Don't you mean 'assclown'?" He looked amused.

"No," I said, louder this time. "I mean asscrown. The crown on top of the asshat that covers the asshole of the assclown. The very zenith in the hierarchy of asses," I said, as though I was reading from a dictionary of modern profanity.

"I guess you nailed me then.”
Michelle Hodkin

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Chapter 5

"Hey, Michael just texted me." Kaden says with a smile. Mona pauses the movie playing on the TV, an Audrey Hepburn movie that they've seen over 100 times. But lets be honest, you can never see an Audrey movie too many times.

"Oh really?! What did he say?"

"He wants to come and visit...him and dad." his smile melts and his pulse quickens in anxiety.  Mona purses her lips and picks at her nail polish.

"You already know how I feel about the whole thing. You should invite them both, and then tell them at the same time. I don't know why you've got this idea that you'll be disowned. Your dad loves you, and he's proud of you." She glances up and smiles distantly. "Even though you're gay. Hell if if you were a Queen." She opens her mouth excitedly and spreads her fingers out. "Fabulousssss." she wiggles her digits, and Kaden snorts in amusement. He puts down his phone and runs a hand through his blond tresses. "I'll pretend to be your girlfriend this last time, but if you don't tell them before they leave...I will." She plays the movie and moves her lips to the words of the film. "Also, I'm going to be playing the 50s housewife when they come, so make it quick. Or I'll make a scene."

As Kaden was making his way to O'Harley's, for another unfortunate encounter ordered by the She-Devil herself, he noticed a steady stream of people walking up the road towards that creepy street. Who puts kids, crazy people, and senile oldies on the same road? Have they never seen a horror movie?

He looks down at the red shirt he has on and starts to wish he had gone with the blue one. His walk to the pub is uneventful other than the fact that he slick started to follow one of his favorite artists like a creepy fan. He wants to ask Forrest a hell of a lot of questions but he knows that it'd probably piss the guy off. He split off from following him when he went up Creepy Street. 

"What's happening up there?" Kaden asks under his breath. Its only 3pm. What could have possibly happened? He asks the guy next to him.

"Apparently some guy jumped off the roof. Now there's a crazy running around."  The guy says. He had some kind of accent. Scottish maybe. He puts down his lager and puts out his hand. "Cole."

"Kaden." The younger boy replies. "Where you from Cole?"

"Ireland." he says with a grin.

"Oh sweet. I've always wanted to visit there. I hear it's nice."

"It is. The most beautiful country there is." Cole says proudly. "Let me buy you a beer Kaden." he offers.

"Thanks, man. I appreciate it." 

10 minutes go by and the fellas have easy conversation. Kaden likes the guy. Seems genuine. Nice heart. He could see the two hanging out again, but he doesn't want to seem...like hes hitting on the guy or anything. "So what brings you here?" Kaden asks. The guy moves his head from side to side. 

"Family issues. Got stuck in quite a...quite a mess." Cole admits. "And you?"

"Some of the same. Also involved with some shit I don't need to be in." Kaden says. He looks out the window and sees a blue Sudan. What is with these horny assholes and Sudan's. "Actually, I got to go. It was real man, I'll see you around. Have fun on Creepy Street." he says lightly.

"Ah fuck off." Cole responds with a laugh. "I'm just checking it out." 

Kaden shrugs and salutes before walking out the door. Back to business. Back to his other reality.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Chapter 4

To: Mona 
Be home late, party 2night. I cant miss it. Dont wait up.
Sent 8:43pm

He sighs and closes out of Mona's contact. He hates lying to her. He really does, but she wouldn't understand if she knew the truth. It's better that she just thinks he's a party crazed druggie...

SO many lies. He's starting to forget what his reality is and what it is that he made up for the "sake of others"; who is he and what does he even want anymore? The amounts of lies he finds himself living in is suffocating, it's like they have ganged up on him and decide to trap him in a corner to steal him of whatever they can get their hands on. He can only be relieved by calling on another, only to have that lie pull out a new weapon and help in cornering him in the back alley that is his life.

From: The Devil Incarnate (8:50pm)
Behind the Sultry Poultry. Now.
Seen 8:50pm

His feet are full of lead and it hurts to step toward the chicken-strip club-eating establishment.  He hasn't worked for 2 months now. He's surprised hes been at peace for this long to be honest.; then again he is the best that she has. He wears his best pair of black skinny jeans and a dark blue graphic tee. The black Vans on his feet give no arch support be he wont be walking for much longer as long as whoever needs him has a car. Rounding the corner of the Sultry Poultry he finally sees her again. She makes the hairs on his neck stand on end, her blatant beauty accompanied by the shitty personality that lies underneath is disgusting. He dons a smile and throws his arms out in a hugging manner.

"Alicia! Long time no see, you look great." he starts. She turns around and her midnight black hair whips behind her. Her painted red lips pull up into a grin.

"If it isn't my favorite absent little whore." she says dropping the grin she had put on. Her hands perch on her hips and suddenly Kaden feels the still chill in the area. He drops his smile as well and takes in a breath before cutting to the chase.

"What do you want?"

"You, back at work. Your regulars have been asking about you, and you know how much money they pay for you. Your little break has cost me a shit ton of money, about 50 thousand. If you don't make it back plus some I'll skin you alive and throw you in the pit." she deadpans.

"By when?" he asks quietly. He feels his nose burn from the call of oncoming tears.

"Next month. Or I'll fuck you up. I'm a nice person, I'll arrange all the necessary meetings and transactions...but if you fuck me over...you'll regret it." she turns her back on him and walks back to the street. His heart speed up and the air is coming in less and less now. He can't breathe and before he knows it he passes out.

He wakes up in the spot he passed out in, with full memory of why he's here. The tears almost come...but he refuses to let them. Not because of Alicia. His phone buzzes and he pulls it out to realize he has a message.

From: The Devil Incarnate (8:59pm)
First customer. The Pit.10:00. A 500.
Seen 9:37pm
His walk to the pit is uneventful. Some random ass bonfires about with people scattered about. If only he could sit there and not worry about anything. He sits near the edge of the pit and stares down into it for God knows how long only half hoping he may fall in.

"Fuck you. You ca… Artichoke. Antidisestablishmentarianism. Michael Cera’s unbelievably sexy pencil mustache." 

The words make him look up from the darkness and to a man who seem to be having some sort of internal battle of sorts. Multiple personality disorder or something? Please don't let this be the guy he's supposed to suck off. He walks over to him, unnoticed, in hopes of finding out his problem.
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!!!!!" The man screams.
“Hey. Are you alright?” He asks worried.
“Oh. Sorry. I was just…”
“Hey. It’s alright. No need to explain. I just wanted to make sure that you were alright." Kaden says softly. There's something off about the guy, no doubt about it. He opens his mouth to further his inquisition when a red Sudan pulls up. The window rolls down and a man sits at the driver's seat with sunglasses on.

It's night time. What a douche.

Without another word he walks to the car and braces himself for another one of many, rough, late nights.