43.
September 21st, 2020
With a look that, according to me, had the power of getting even Geralt of Rivia’s attention, I glanced between Kenzie and her annoyingly loud TV. And, when she refused to acknowledge me or my expression, I sighed and began pulling at the lint on my Marvel onesie pajamas.
I’d been spending the last couple of days with Kenzie in her studio apartment while she overcame her breakup with Mr. Roleplaying Christian Grey. I still didn’t know what his real name was, and Kenzie hadn’t bothered to tell me the same – not after he’d broken things with her over her failure of keeping her…balls inside herself.
The literal ones that he’d given her, of course.
I wasn’t aware that the male species could get so sensitive over sexual objects of bizarre nature, but Mr. Roleplayer had changed my view of seeing him and at least 53.69% of the guys this world was filled with.
What an accurate percentage. Someone please get me a life-size glass of chocolate frappuccino as a reward.
Gallan had been understanding over the fact that I needed to be there for my best friend, even though the guy she was trying to get over was one she knew next to nothing about.
Him and I had been texting and calling whenever we could during his breaks on set, and as much as I didn’t like working there, I also couldn’t help but feel a little hollow being cooped up in Kenzie’s house and not being able to see my boyfriend dazzle the cameras with his pure talent and charisma.
With another sigh, I closed the Gwenpool comic I was trying to read and looked at my best friend again.
“Ken…” I said her name with a pinch of exasperation. “Can youpleaseturn down the TV volume a little?”
Kenzie, who was watching “hardcore” porn at an insane amount of volume, with a bucket of ice cream on her lap, her face streaked with tears, and her hair tied in a funny bun, finally glanced at me. “No.”
I put my tongue to my cheek. “Just a little bit, please? Like, a tiny bit only so that I can re–” I stopped when my phone rang. With a huff, I grabbed it from the coffee table in front of me and looked at it. Gallan’s name flashed on the screen, which put a huge smile on my face. And so, in my haze of wanting to hear his voice and talk to him, I hurriedly received the call. I had only just opened my mouth to say ‘hey’ when the pornstars fucking ruthlessly on the TV screen beat me to it with their…comments.
“Yes, James. Yes! Fuck me just like that. Fuck my tight, wet pussy with that big cock. Oh, yes! Fuck yeah, James. Call me a slut and spank my tits. Tear me apart with that thick, hard cock.”
To say that I was mortified would be an understatement. I wassoclose to drowning myself into the pool of my own embarrassment, and the urge kept growing as I kept listening to the two unashamed performers spit unimaginable things at each other.
“Uh, babe?” I heard Gallan say after a while. “What’s…uh, what’s…” He cleared his throat. “Am I interrupting something?”
Body, meet demise.
Brain, meet doom.
I was dead.
I had officially, fully, with a 100% guarantee, DIED.
Goodbye, world. Peace out.
“Zaira?” came Gallan’s voice.
I let go of a breath and glared at Kenzie. “If you don’t mute that volume right fucking now, I’m going to kickthat,” I pointed at her TV when she looked at me, “so hard that the only moans you’ll be hearing will be the ones coming from its shattered glass and broken plastic.”
She scowled, and then pressed the mute button on her remote which, thankfully, quieted James and his…partner-with-a-tight-pussy.
“Thank you,” I said to Kenzie, and then got to my feet before walking over to her living room window. I slid its glass door open and leaned against the wall to my left. “Hey,” I told Gallan. “Sorry you had to hear all that. Kenzie said porn helps her heal after a breakup. And, before you ask,no, I didn’t ask her why, andno, I have no desire of knowing why.”
Gallan laughed. “I wasn’t going to ask you anything. I just wanted to say that I miss you. It’s been two days since I’ve touched or kissed you. It’s unacceptable and needs to be fixed.”
I chuckled. “Well, I don’t know how much longer Ken is going to heal for, and until she’s done, I can’t leave her side.”
“But you’ve known her for years. Has she never told you about this…process? About how long it lasts?”
My lips twitched at the amusement and confusion in his voice. “No, she hasn’t. Actually, this is the first time she’s acted this way since I’ve known her. Usually, she’s pretty chill and understanding, even directly after a breakup. I guess this guy really affected her in a way others didn’t.”
Gallan sighed. “Did you ask her why? I mean, did he do anything that–”
