Teen Years - Big Mouth (Updated Version)

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As I was starting on Kurt's room, the front door opened. I hoped that it wasn't Jay, I was almost done and I didn't want him to see it yet. He'd offered help but I didn't want it. I wanted to just do something nice for him.

Whoever had come in, started up the stairs, talking lowly. Then "Jay!" a loud voice called out. Okay, not Jay. But it didn't sound like Val either. Kurt? "Jay!" Another voice called out. I nodded to myself as I continued on, already having made his bed and put all the dirties in the wash. I placed the same labels onto his drawers and placed the socks into one.

The footsteps were getting closer and heavier. I guess they thought they were antagonizing Jay but instead when they entered the room, all they got was a girl their age looking back at them while scrubbing the carpet. Kurt grinned. "He got us a house bitch. Finally acting like a good brother." He sighed happily. "Just here for Jay, owed him a favor." I said as I stood, grabbing all of my things. "Yeah? What could he have done for you to earn this?" Kurt asked, raising a thick eyebrow. "Maybe he fucked her?" Val replied with a shrug.

I shook my head and headed down the stairs, piling everything into the cabinet under the sink. I grabbed Kurt's clothes and took them back upstairs, neatly putting them away. "She even washes clothes. Do you cook?" Kurt asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Not for you," I laughed, folding his previous blanket up and laying it across the foot of the bed. "But if you ever need tutoring, I'm pretty good at that." He grinned, nothing but yellow staring back at me. "Yeah? You'd do that for me?" He sounded incredibly creepy, like he was trying to mimick a porno.

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my bag. "Money. I'd do it for money." I said curtly, ending the 'mood' with it. I flipped the pair off as I made my way to the front door. "Have Jay text me." I called out before leaving. I climbed into my van and burst into laughter, tears slipping down my cheeks. Fucking stupid. I shook my head and drove over to the Glouberman's. I hopped out and walked over to the door, giving it a gentle knock.

Barbara opened the door, looking disheveled and exhausted and kind of like she wanted to die. I smiled at her. "Hey, Mrs. Glouberman! Just bringing some textbooks and notebooks over for Andrew. They've got highlights in them and old notes, I feel like they would help." Her face relaxed a bit as she nodded. "How nice. You can take them up to his room." She said as she took a couple steps away from the door. I carried them up the steps, passing Marty on the way. "Hi, Mr. Glouberman! No scallops today but I remember." I said as I gave him a friendly wave.

I laid the books down on Andrew's desk and left a note, letting him know I'd be over the next day to help him study. I walked out, telling Marty goodbye. I barely made it to my car when my phone began blowing up with texts and calls. The end spam of the texts ended with Jay typing in all caps about me ignoring him. Kid needs therapy. I thought to myself, shaking my head a bit. I managed to unlock my phone in time for his next call.

"Hey, Jay. Sorry I missed your calls, I was taking some books to Andrew's. What's up, bud?" I said as I pulled away from Andrew's house, setting my phone in the vent holder. "I JUST GOT HOME AND I LOVE IT! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS!" He screamed into the receiver. "But you were supposed to let me help you!" I shrugged despite only being on a phone call. "Jay, I did something nice for you, it's okay to accept that. I didn't need your help." I replied calmly. "Take some breaths with me." "That's fucking gay." Someone said back to me, laughing loudly and obnoxiously.

I shook my head as a facetime request came through from Jay. I knew it wasn't him but accepted it anyway, hoping at the very least, I wouldn't see a dick. When the video connected, Kurt was staring at me. "Hey." He said after a moment, the same grin from earlier plastered on his face. "Hey, Jay? Call me back later!" I called out, wondering if he'd even be able to hear me. I hung up without waiting for a response, letting out a quiet sigh.