The Good Boy and The Bad Boy Cupid

Chapter 1: The Fuckening

"The fuckening: When your days going too well and you don't trust it, and then some shit finally goes down

ah there it is, the fuckening"

Sage

I lied in bed, except one leg was out of it and I was lying on my side. I told myself I would stop doing that because I always end up waking up with a dead arm and freaking the fuck out about it like it doesn't happen every day.

I was having a pretty good dream. You could tell by the drool stains on my pillow. I was in a strip club and right before I was about to be taken to the private room, a boulder slammed down on my bareback and woke me up.

"Sageeeeeee. Mommy said you have to take me to the park." She was the boulder.

I opened my eyes to find aspen ripping open my curtains and dragging up my shades screaming "happy birthday!" It wasn't my birthday, she was just reenacting the scene from minions. She does this every morning.

I was immediately hit with 2:00 pm sunlight. I groaned and pulled the face mask back down over my eyes that had shifted upwards through the night.

"Oh no I'm melting," I mumbled unenthusiastically.

"No sage." She scolded. "The vampire did not say that. He just died." There was a moment of silence before she said, "Well die then."

"Oh no, I'm dying." I quickly responded. I didn't like her tone. It was the same one she had was I wasn't doing ken's voice right after she got her dollhouse and forced me to play with her. Yeah well, she threw it at me. Ken went feet first straight into my eye, school bus evacuation style.

"Yeah don't be an actor."

I lifted the face mask just enough to see and looked around my room. My laptop was still on the desk from watching anime all night. I didn't even remember how I made my way to the bed.

I rubbed my eyes and groaned extremely loud as I arched my body to get a good stretch before I propped up my head again and looked around like I didn't know where I was.

Damn it. I'd forgotten to put the clothes away mom dumped on my beanbag chair in the middle of the night away.

My room was all white, pretty big, wooden flooring. but the sidewall has pretty much-become trial and error because I painted it black and drew all kinds of stuff on it with a white marker.

I hung up a few skateboards here and there, some shoes I customized on the wall, and my room looked pretty sick.

I pulled the face mask over my eyes quickly and laid back down while Aspen still had her back to me, peering outside at the old man I didn't have to look to know he was tending his lawn.

Aspen hates him. He yells at her every time she walks the dog on his lawn, so now she just does it on purpose.

I felt Aspens' weight dip my bed. She had her face close up to mine, popping her bubble gum loudly in her mouth.

I heard Bartholomew growling from where he was lying on my foot. My sister's smacking instantly stopped with one last pop of her gum.

I tore the facemask from my eyes and sat up quickly, palms behind my back.

Oh shit. Quickly without thinking, I took the covers and through them over that cat 2 seconds away from pouncing at my irritating sister.

My cat just continued growling, not hissing, growling.

Aspen turned to me with a smug look on her face, and pointed to her cheek as she spread her gum over her tongue. "one scratch." She said gesticulating to her cheek. "Just one scratch and your pussy cat goes bye-bye."