all american | lance tucker

ch. 28 • the breakup

"I'm home!" I called, dropping all my shit at the door and kicking off my shoes as I walked into the living room and was bombarded with hugs. I looked up to see Lance, who looked like absolute shit. Red eyes with dark circles under them, his hair sticking up everywhere. His upper lip was stained a light shade of red, suspiciously right under his nose.

He had done cocaine, that dumb bitch.

"Missed you guys. Did you have fun?"

They told me about their eventful four days, which included going to a Giant's game, (which Lance was not happy about seeing as he liked the Patriots) going to parks, and eating Thanksgiving food the whole time.

"Sounds fun. Go play in your room for a while." Lance kissed the top of her head, waving the girls off in the direction of their room.

"Do you ever listen to what I say?" I sighed, crossing my arms. He gave me a confused look.

"What are you talking about?"

"Cocaine. You did it. That could kill you, Lance."

"Okay, but this time I only did a little bit. My nose only bled a little bit on the way home."

"You drove while you were on cocaine?"

"No, weirdly enough it's been a few days." He collapsed on the couch, groaning loudly.

"I'm never having sex again. My dick hurts." He mumbled, closing his eyes.

"Never thought I'd hear that out of you." I laughed, sitting down next to him. "I'm never going to Roman's parents' house again."

"That bad?"

"So bad. His mom is a stuck up British prick, his dad is weirdly quiet all the time, and his brothers and their girlfriends are a whole nother story." I then decided to take a risk. "What's the weirdest kink you've ever participated in?"

"You mean this weekend alone, or just in all?"

"In all."

"Uh...I don't really know. I've done some nasty ass shit, not gonna lie." He grinned, seeming to remember these things. "I mean shit, look at my wrists." He held them up, showing red marks on them.

From being cuffed. I chuckled and showed him mine, high-fiving him. "Same. I'm exhausted."

"You're telling me. The Bahamas are quite the experience. I've been partying for like four days straight." He looked over at me. "Why'd you ask? About the kink thing?"

"Just wondering. Did some weird shit this weekend." I sighed, rubbing my eyes and yawning.

"You ready to go back to work tomorrow?" He has closed his eyes, and was talking in a lower tone (which told me he was falling asleep.)

"So ready. But I'm a little nervous about the whole daycare thing. They could catch a deadly disease or some shit."

"They'll be fine. They go to school, don't they?"

"One of them does. Babies can get sick really easily."

"Yeah, and they've got a bunch of them in there. You don't see any of them dying."

"Thanks, Lance. You make me feel so much better." I said sarcastically, crossing my arms. He sat up, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He smelled like alcohol and faint cologne that wasn't his usual.

"The kids have to grow up sometime. Plus, you really need to go back to work. I don't like initiating by myself." He then got an excited look on his face. "By the way, I took waterboy's office so now we don't have to share one."