But It's Better If You Do

Whatcha Say (part 5)

Last chapter's recap: "Oh, so she's your girlfriend? What you get off on retards?"

"She's not retarded! Get your motherfucking hands off of her!"

That's all I remember before waking up snuggled in Loz's side the next morning.

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I sat up slowly and immediately started popping all of my bones. Kurloz was still asleep. Let's see, how can we wake him up today? Hm, I could scream? No, I did that last week. I could slap him? No good, I did that three days ago and he barely moved. Let's see that leaves me with pillow to the face, pinching, tickling, biting/licking, or creeper style. I think I'm gonna go with biting. I ran my tongue against my canines and leaned in close to Kurloz's neck. I was gonna Moka Akashiya the fuck out of his neck. I bit down hard enough to hurt, maybe even bruise, but not hard enough to bleed. Kurloz immediately jerked up and pinned my arms above my head; he had a half crazed look in his eye.

"Aubergine, what the motherfuck have I fucking told you about staying away from my fucking neck." He growled.

"Kurloz, that hurts!" I yelled. He loosened his grip on my wrists and sat up. He looked away from me.

"Sorry." He whispered. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him close. He tilted his head to the side and his bangs fell out of his face.

"Oh my God, what happened to your eye?" I asked holding his face in my hands.

"It's nothing, 'sides, you should see the other motherfucker." He smirked.

"What happened yesterday I can only remember bits and pieces; it's like a bad acid trip." I admitted.

"You totally flipped the fuck out," Kurloz laughed. "It was fucking hilarious; like, you couldn't keep a thought all up in your think pan. You spilled a looooot of motherfucking secrets, lil mama."

I could feel my face heat up. There was no telling what I said or how badly I embarrassed myself. I imagined my brain punching me in the face then looked over at Loz. I don't know why I didn't notice before, but now that I had I was slightly uncomfortable which didn't make sense because it's not like the realization was new to me- in fact it was kinda normal considering Kurloz.

"Why the hell aren't you wearing a shirt?" I asked regaining my thought process.

"We'll see it got blood on it and when we got back I was gonna change it and then a half high midget walked in my room and demanded we all up and motherfucking cuddle or else Sandy Claws would be very fucking upset." He snickered.

"Did I really say that?" I asked feeling my face heat up.

"Every last word, mama." He smirked.

I flopped down face first in the mattress then chucked a pillow at his head.

"I'm not a midget, I'm 5'11. I just look short 'cuz you're damn near 7 feet." I huffed.

"Whatever," he laughed. "It's time to get the motherfuck up."

When I didn't move Kurloz sat over my back and leaned closer toward my ear.

"If you don't get up I will motherfucking tickle you and I will not stop." He threatened. I felt a chill run down my spine.

"I'm up, I'm up don't fucking tickle me." I called holding my hands up in surrender.

Loz rolled his eyes before picking me up and carrying me towards the kitchen.

"Why do you always insist on carrying me?" I asked half annoyed. Kurloz shrugged.

"Oh, c'mon, tell me." I pleaded.

"Nope, it sounds motherfucking mushy as hell." He admitted.

"Tell me, you big dope."

Kurloz sat me on the kitchen counter and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"You always try to look tough and act like you don't care, but inside I know you're really fragile and you try your best to hide it. I like doing nice stuff cuz I hate it when you're sad, it hurts a motherfucker's blood pusher. I don't wanna see you fragile." He whispered.

"That's total bullshit." I said pulling him into a hug. "I think you just like 'accidentally' touching my ass."

Kurloz thumped me in the forehead.

"You're such a fucking loser." He sighed.

After our little bonding moment Kurloz and I made breakfast which is the proper way of saying we had a food fight; I had egg yolk in my hair and Loz was covered in salad dressing. I pulled his face closer to mine and licked his cheek.

"Yum, French Dresseing." I hummed. Kurloz gave me a sideways look then shook his head.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." I called trying to slide off the counter top. Kurloz helped me down and went back to cleaning up the breakfast mess. I still had to be wary of my stitches so I stood with my back to the water. I was careful with the shampoo as I tried to wash my hair. After about twenty minutes I decided I was clean enough; I wrapped up in my towel and walked carefully to the guest room on the first floor. After toweling off I tossed on an oversized t-shirt, jeggings, and some mixed matched socks. I grabbed my brush off the dresser and tried to brush out the tangles.

"Son of a bitch!" I yelled. As I tried to brush through a particularly tangled section of hair.

"You ok, sis?" Kurloz asked wrapped in a towel, eyebrow raised.

"Need to soak my hair." I groaned. I headed back to the bathroom and emptied half the bottle of detangling conditioner into my hand; I ran it through my hair and tried to spread it more using my brush. It was gonna have to sit awhile so I'd have to deal with it while I went on with the day.

I made my way to the kitchen and started to set the table for breakfast; I reached up to the cabinet and struggled to get some plates- normally I wouldn't have a hard time reaching them, but with the recent stitching it was kinda difficult.

"Here, I got it." Kurloz called grabbing the plates.

"Thanks." I huffed.

"No problem, little motherfucker." He shrugged.

After breakfast Kurloz and I breezed through our homework packets, they were pretty easy.

"Video game session or movie marathon?" I asked holding up a controller.

"Horror Movie Marathon." We agreed simultaneously. I set up the streaming player while Kurloz drew the blinds and turned the lights off. Once Kurloz and I agreed on a movie we sat back and prepared for movie time.

I don't scare easy but after thirty minutes into the movie I got fidgety. Kurloz picked up the controller and paused the movie.

"I need a Faygo, a blunt, and some popcorn and you need to wash the conditioner out of your hair before it turns colors." Kurloz said stretching. He went to get his "secret" stash and I went to soak my hair in some cold water; when I was done I brushed through my hair once more and fully brushed out the tangles. I went for a quick blow dry and pinned my hair up in a messy bow. A few minutes later Kurloz came back downstairs; he wasn't so much high as he was slightly dazed. He grabbed his Faygo and a bag of popcorn and laid across my lap as we went back to the movie.

"Want some?" He asked holding up the popcorn bag. Before I could even reach for the bag he pulled it away.

"Wait is popcorn a junk food?" He asked confused.

"Only on half a technicality." I stated hoping to confuse him. He shrugged and I was allowed some of the buttery goodness.

"You freakin out over there, mama?" Kurloz asked watching me.

"No, it's just brains make me squeamish." I responded.

"Riiiight." He slurred.

"Hey, Kurloz?"

"Hm?"

"That day you ran off when Tuna snatched your notebook... What did you draw?"

"A girl."

"You ran off because he saw a picture of a girl?"

"It was... Special."