Sugar Mafia

chapter 1

CREDIT TO: LIVE PORTRAIT MAKER: GUYS (ocs) «unity»

'Ugh.'
'Whats wrong Arata?' Chris asked.
'I still havent got enough for this term.' he sighed
'But dont you work, like, 2 jobs?'
'I do, but its not enough to pay the fees. At this rate I'll have to drop out.'
'But you arent on minimum wage anymore. Why arent you getting enough?'
'They think because I'm young that they can rip me off, those bastards.'
It fell silent in the room for a few minutes. A very loud silence. Both men just stared at the floor, thinking. Chris snorts.
'What?' Asks Arata.
'No no, its fine. You wouldn't like my idea anyways.' Chris mumbled.
'Oh please Chrissy! I'll do anything!' he pleaded.
'Go make me a coffee then.' Chris grinned.

«✧»

Arata walks into the shiny, modern black kitchen. He glides his hand accross the island and then puts the kettle on. Arata sighs and rests his head in his hand.
Chris had been Arata's best friend for 23 years. They were complete polar opposites. Chris was tall, he had sleek, wavy, greyish blonde hair which blew wildly in the wind. He had an athletic build and always wore baggy jeans with a large dark coloured hoodie or no shirt at all. Arata though, was fairly short for a 26 year old man. He was 5'3, and a small build. His hair was longish, black and fluffy. It hung over his eyes most of the time, making him able to look at people without them seeing. He usually wore whatever was in his closet but his style is sort of alternative, blacks, reds and dark shades.
Click.
The kettle had boiled so Arata poured the water in carefully and stirred the cup. Small clinks as the spoon hit the side. He blows on the top and then carries the cup back into the livingroom.

«✧»

He passes the cup to Chris and sits down expectantly staring at Chris.
Chris looks up from his coffee to Arata's awaiting face.
'I thought maybe you could get a sugar daddy.' He suggested.
'Sugar Daddy?'
'Yeah, like, hook up with a dude a few times, get payed and bam, you're rich.'
'Like I'd have sex with a 60 year old man.' Arata exclaimed.
'He doesn't necessarily need to be 60. You could probably find a dude under 30.' Chris continued, 'You know, some spoiled, rich, gay boy looking for sex.'
'You make it sound worse than it already is.'
'Alright alright I was only suggesting it..'
'It's not a terrible idea I guess.' Arata added.
'But you aren't even going to do it.'
'Probably not,' Arata giggles. 'But I'll keep it in mind in case I get really desperate for money!'

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It was lunch time at the university. Arata hated Lunch. Not the food, no. The people. It was always too loud and busy for him.
'Hey Arata! Over here!'
He turned to look around for Chris. He could hear him calling him.  Arata saw Chris's glowing, happy face smiling at him. He walks towards Chris and sits between Chris and a young woman with dark red hair.
'Hey Arata.' Said a boy.
'Oh, Hey Noah.'
'Wassup? Anything new with you?'
'Not really, no.'
'Oh.'
It's working, thought Arata. If I act dry and boring they won't invite me!
'well anyways,' Another boy began 'were all going to the club on Saturday, wanna tag along Arata? I'm sure we can find you a special lady friend~'
'Uhm, actually Koesei, He's gay.' Noah said
'Really?'
'Yeah..' Arata mumbled
'Then we'll find you a special man!'
'Actually guys I'm not really sure—'
'He'd love to come!' Chris Chimed in
'CHRIS!' Arata whisper-shouted
'Relax Arata. It's better for you to socialise.'
'Im ok with socialising. BUT NOT AT A NIGHTCLUB.' Arata continued
'I don't want you getting bullied for having no friends.'
Arata opened his mouth to answer but closed his mouth quickly. He knew it, he'd lost again.
Chris nudged his shoulder jokingly.