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People II 2: Still Peoplin'; [content warning]
Topic Started: Aug 2 2016, 05:17 AM (483 Views)
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[Johnny Ray McKay continued from Pizza Rats]

Johnny sat on the edge of the bed and peeled off the condom. He tied the end in a knot and tossed it towards the bin. It hit the edge with a sound like somebody stepping in a puddle, then landed on the carpeting.

From downstairs, the sounds of dance music and people shouting could still be heard.

He stood and stretched, then wandered into the bathroom. It was called an "en-suite" when a bathroom was attached to a bedroom, and it meant that a house was extra fancy. Johnny's bathroom was attached to his bedroom too, but it didn't have a special name when it occurred in a trailer. If he'd had to come up with a name for it, Johnny would have called it "get used to listening to people shit while you try to sleep."

There weren't any tissues but there was toilet paper on a dispenser, and he grabbed that and wiped himself off. Above the sink was a medicine cabinet, and he ran the taps to hide the noise while he had a look through it. There was Percocet, which wasn't a bad find. He took it down and placed it on the sink - he'd grab it later, when he had pockets.

His reflection stared back at him for a moment as he closed the cabinet. The eczema around his throat was very pink in the harsh fluorescence of the bathroom, and his teeth were shockingly yellow.

Johnny re-entered the bedroom and tossed the toilet paper onto the bed, next to her. She'd pulled a blanket over her crotch, but her breasts were still bare, and Johnny gave them an admiring look. She caught his eye but didn't cover herself, and he gave her a brief smile before turning away. His pants were on the floor and he squatted next to them, rummaging through the pockets for his cigarettes and a lighter.

He was doing whoever's room this was a favour by smoking in here, really. The room reeked of fuck.

The sheets, Johnny knew, were just revoltingly damp, so he opted to sit back down in a chair instead. His sweat almost seemed to adhere him to the leather. He lit a cigarette, then held the pack out to her.
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It was only after lighting up that Johnny realized he had nothing to use as an ashtray. After their unknown hosts' generosity in leaving this bedroom unlocked and unoccupied it would have been profoundly ungrateful to ash all over their carpets, and so Johnny pulled the drawer on the nightstand open, so that he might ash into that instead.

There was a bible inside, and he took that out and placed it on the bed. Johnny strongly suspected that God didn't give a fuck whether you got cigarette ash on a bible or not, but there was no sense in risking it. Johnny tapped ash onto a copy of The Hobbit instead.

The look on Caedyn's face suggested she was less than impressed. It was an expression Johnny was used to, though in this case he felt a little wounded by it, as he thought his performance to have been fair. Then again, Johnny supposed, if one gave heed to even a fraction of the rumours circulating about her, Caedyn had sat on one put of every two cocks in Cochise. After all that, it probably took something pretty spectacular to impress her.

For his own part, Johnny had thought her to be fair. She was bony, particularly her hips, and then dug into him quite painfully at one point. The dreads he didn't care for either - he liked his hands in a girl's hair - but other than that, she'd been enthusiastic and willing, and Johnny wasn't one to complain about a good thing.

There was an expression Johnny had heard used applied to himself: "a face only a mother could love". Frankly even his mother didn't seem all that impressed, so Johnny took what he could get, when he could get it.

Caedyn was looking to leave, and Johnny didn't object to that. He wasn't really one for marinating in postcoital juices. Caedyn bent over to pick up some clothes, and Johnny certainly didn't object to that. He felt a smile come to his face as he regarded her. Not too bad at all.

"What, this party ain't yours? Nah, I'm not exactly even invited, I don't think. Just got called on to swing by and drop off some... party favours, like. Weren't even plannin' on stayin' this long."

Johnny stretched out his legs, putting his feet on the bed, and tucked the hand without the cigarette behind his head.

"How's it ya don't know?"
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"Hey, sorry the party ain't workin' out for ya. Your comin' down here certainly made my night if that's like, any consolation?"

The expression on Caedyn's face suggested that it was not.

Well, fuck it. His good time wasn't conditional on hers, and it wasn't like he had a reputation to protect, or like anyone really gave a shit what Caedyn Miller thought about anything. Johnny wouldn't even have replied to her dig about him being a boyfucker, except a tiny, terrified part of his brain wasn't quite sure she was joking.

She hadn't seemed drunk, Johnny was sure of that, but if Caedyn was drunk enough to not know who he was, that was bad. That was as fucking bad as bad could fucking be, and bad could be, as Johnny was well aware, pretty fucking bad. A little drunk was fine, sure. Without girls getting a little drunk Johnny would still be a virgin. Drunk enough to mistake who he was, though? A girl gets as drunk as that, and she wakes up the next day, and maybe she's not feeling so great about who was in her the night before, and she was drunk... shit, she could say anything.

Would people believe anything Caedyn said? Johnny envisioned himself in front of a cop, or a judge, or a jury, and knew that every one of them would. He could feel his heart begin to rush in his chest, and each breath came harder than the last. He felt like the room was enclosing in on him, the walls creeping imperceptibly closer. He had the sudden, insane urge just to go - to run out of here, clothes be damned, and be somewhere, anywhere else.

Johnny took a long, shaky drag on his cigarette. He was suddenly aware of how tall Caedyn was: six inches taller than him at least, and that couldn't fail to be a good thing. Nobody would look at the two of them and think he could overpower her.

Had anyone seen the two of them come up here together? Johnny didn't think so, but how could he be sure. He'd used a condom, thank God, and that would certainly be coming with him when he left, no way was he leaving that shit for the cops to find.

But she didn't seem drunk. There'd been mint on her breath, Johnny remembered, not alcohol. A hopeful voice in the back of his head grew ever louder, reassuring him that she was joking, that everything would be okay.

He took another drag on his cigarette and tried to arrange his face into an expression that didn't show how much he wanted to vomit.

"You, uhh, you know I'm not that Johnny, right? The other Johnny's the gay one. I'm straight Johnny. Johnny Ray, not Johnny gay, yeah?"

Even to his own ears his voice sounded weak and pitiful, and he was struck by sudden and uncharacteristic self consciousness. Johnny folded his legs at the knee.
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Understanding washed over Johnny in a wave. The mixture of relief, of confusion and of amazement at the bizarreness of her behaviour was so potent it was all he could do not to burst out laughing. Caedyn wasn't drunk at all. Caedyn was just fucking crazy.

"Hey, I'm not the one bein' an asshole here, Caedyn. Y'know, I didn't choose to be me, yeah? You chose tofuck me, so which one of us is the fuckup? And made my year?"

Johnny spat onto the carpet.

"I hate to be the one to break it to ya sweetheart, but ya ain't exactly the ride of a century. I mean who the fuck do ya think you are? Like your fuckin, wigger', beanpole, overused ass is so fuckin' great. Like you're such a fuckin' superstar and I should be lucky just to kiss your goddamn boots or somethin', is that it?"

The cigarette sat forgotten between his fingers, ash climbing along its length. Johnny's other hand rubbed the back of his neck.

"I mean, take a look in the fucking. mirror. Like seriously, take a fuckin' look. I mean I'm a trailer trash piece of shit, yeah, and even I think you're pretty tough goin'."

He'd heard stories about Caedyn, of course. That she was psycho, that she was bitch. The hair was a clue that something was up, of course, but there wasn't a girl in school, he didn't think, who he hadn't heard someone call psycho at least once. In reality though... shit, she was something else. Psycho didn't cover the half of it, not even close.

"And how the fuck am I meant to take it, when you're callin' me a fag? I mean excuse me for thinkin' you were actually confused and not just like, being a fuckin' bitch for no reason. Jesus Christ Caedyn, I mean fuckin' really?"

The image of her hurling his clothes out the window swam into his head, and Johnny put one foot on his jeans, just in case. God, nothing could just be fun, could it? Everyone always had to obsess about what things meant, where things were going, how this would affect their GPA and what their psychic would have to say about that.

Christ, what a fucking nightmare this evening had turned into.
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Johnny was briefly speechless.

What was wrong with his tattoo? He supposed it was infected, and it was swollen, and it was borderline unreadable - all in all quite a lot was wrong, actually - but it certainly wasn't gay. He hadn't really intended to get ink done, when he'd headed down to the park a few days ago to watch people play with the tattoo gun. As soon as he'd mentioned the possibility to Caleb, though, the idea had been impossible to get rid of, like a splinter under his skin.

He didn't want a cross or a Jesus fish though, no way was he gonna get that cliche crap on him forever, but getting something to do with God still really appealed. So it came to be that "yay for jesus" was scrawled across the back of his left shoulder. His hand went to it now, and he winced as his fingers brushed across the tender, raised skin.

What the fuck was gay about liking Jesus?

He didn't say anything, though. If Caedyn wanted to go to hell that was her business, and anything he might say on the matter would certainly not be listened to her in this state. Instead he finished his cigarette, stubbed it out on the dresser and mumbled to himself.

"...I can read..."

He noticed Caedyn's bra lying by the foot of the chair and tossed it to her, left-handed.
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Johnny let the bible fall from his hands, and it hit the carpet with barely a sound. He felt his heart fall with it.

Shame was something of a foreign emotion to Johnny, and it was not one that he was enjoying. It was rare for him to regret anything, but now he couldn't feel anything other than disgust for the encounter he'd just had.

It was Raina's face, he thought. Seeing how he looked through her eyes, seeing how much that had revolted her, it had just been too much. Why'd it had to've been Raina, of all people? Anyone else he could've dealt with. His friends disapproved: who gave a shit? His mom caught him: yeah, shit yeah, bring it on! Raina, though, seeing the repulsion in those eyes that he'd seen real, actual caring in once... it had hurt. It still hurt.

If there'd been anything there, even the chance of there being anything there, Johnny'd torpedoed it, and for what? Some cheap ride with a wigger psycho? Raina'd looked at him like he was special, once. Now she'd looked at him just like everyone else.

With limbs that felt like lead, he stood and dressed himself. His T shirt was on back-to-front, he realized after putting it on, but he left it, and just pulled the zipper on his hoodie all the way up to his collar, instead. Good enough.

There was still a distinct aroma of smoke and of fuck in the room, and Johnny pushed both of the windows as wide as they could go. Caedyn's underwear, he noticed, was still lying in the middle of the floor, and using his foot Johnny flicked it out of the window. After a moment's thought he took the toilet paper and the condom and tossed them out too. If he was disposing of evidence, there was no sense in going halfway about it.

Johnny went into the bathroom and splashed water on his face. He looked like shit, but what was new?

He pocketed the Percocet as he left.

[Johnny Ray McKay continued elsewhere]
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