Mr. Average

Chapter Three- Lydia ponders about sex

I set my bag down by the door, sighing.

I knotted my hand into my hair, listening to Adonis' laugh, but hearing a whiny giggle of Finn's girlfriend. I sighed, relief flooding through me. Finn never had friends around when Mantha was around.

Mantha's full name is 'Samantha', but she's too cool to go by the use, 'Sam', but she's cool enough for 'Mantha'. She was a total stereotypical hipster. A vegan, only read classics and listened to Jimi Hendrix. Instagraming parsnips and calling it pot. Thinking that Disney movies that were drawn out, not CGI, were the only Disney movies.

"Joel!" I heard Lydia's squee, and her feet pit-pattering up to me.

"Hey, kiddo." I began to walk to the kitchen. "Want some Fruity Pebbles?"

"Sure." Lydia shrugged.

"Are you going to eat them?" I narrowed my eyes, remembering all the uneaten dishes Lydia has left on the dining table, including the one that came with the fork that I used to ninja-star at Adonis this morning.

Lydia glared at me, a deer in headlights. "Sure..." She repeated.

I sighed, crossing my arms. "Do you still want Fruity Pebbles?" I asked, giving her another chance. God knows we all need one sometimes.

Lydia shook her head. "No, thank you!" She giggled.

I chuckled. "Okay." I closed the cereal cabinet, empty handed. I wasn't that hungry in the first place.

Lydia sighed, holding her head in her hands.

I raised an eyebrow, "Something wrong, kiddo?"

Lydia relaxed her arms. "Not really. I'm just kinda confused."

Oh, great. The worst things flooded into my brain.

Why did you scream at Finn?

Why were you cuddling with Adonis last night?

Do other boys usually like boys?

Am I a lesbian?

"Do you want to ask me something?" I asked, worry prickling in my stomach.

Lydia nodded, suddenly encouraged.

"What's sex?"

My stomach dropped, past my waist, past my thighs, past my knees, past my legs, past my ankles, past my heels, past my feet, over my toes and plopping onto the floor.

I made a noise that resembled a strangled frog.

"I heard Finn and Mantha talking about it." She continued.

I am going to hang my brother.

"And it sounds fun!"

...And  make Mantha watch.

"I think I want to do that with a boy in my school!"

And feed their corpses to bloodthirsty hounds.

"Do I need to call Adonis?" Lydia asked.

"What?! Why?"

"Because last time you looked like a tortured rooster, you cuddled with Adonis and you felt better!"

Blackness clouded over my vision, pulling my down. My knees buckled beneath me, shoving me into unconsciousness.

"Finn! Call Adonis!"

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My eyelids peeled open, greeted by the marble-like jaw of Adonis.

"Great. You again." I mumbled.