Rick turned hitting the floor hard.
"Ouch!" He stated finally waking up to Timon's eyes.
"Why are you staring?"
"You got boss drunk." Timon stated as they both turned to Dew. He was sleeping soundly like a baby.
"He got drunk. Wait I thought you'd be back next week."
"Nope. Today." Timon responded as he placed himself comfortably on the seat.
"T, get me a glass of water. I have a headache." Dew mumbled as Timon walked out.
"Wake up bitch I gave you no alcohol." Rick stated as he pulled Dew off the bed.
"Cut the little man some crap. He'd ask why you slept here and what would you say?
We are dating!" Dew asked as he sat up.
"Now you can talk." Rick responded as Dew stood headed to the bathroom. Rick followed. One used the shower as the other took the bathtub. Seconds later they were done. In bathrobes they stood in front of the mirror as they slowly turned brushes in their teeth. Seconds later they heard a glass fall to the ground. They both headed out.
"Why are you two together in the bathroom...in bathrobes... brushing teeth???" He couldn't pick up the sentence correctly. He was an over reactor. He fell on the floor right beside the glasses.
"No..." Some toothpaste spluttered out. Dew rushed to the bathroom before rushing back.
"I asked you sir three years ago."
"Nothing is between them and they know why." A voice came even before the two could explain a thing. Rick bowed his head and rushed to the bathroom to finish cleaning his teeth. Timon stood from the floor as Lily walked in to clean the broken pieces of glass.
He bowed out of courtesy as Rick finally walked in.
"Pa." Dew stated then was silent.
"Son, Rick hurry downstairs we'll have a family meal." He walked out with Timon behind him. I sat on the bed as Rick laughed lightly.
"Old habits die hard." He stated with a beeming smile. I looked at him. Even a smile was too tough to be formed on my face. He walked to the dressing room and back with two pairs of clothes.
As known this mansion holds tales. Ones only recognized by those who lived here. Outsiders only knew bits of the horrible parts some true but others unknown. Love between me and Rick was once there. Visible to the whole world till facts drew us off. I walked out of the he white walled room as Rick followed seconds later.
"Are you ready?"
"For what?" I asked. There was nothing out of the box with this wired family. A tale only known to a few. Those that mattered.
"You are part of the puzzle in the lives of everyone we are going to see well except those in japan."
"No speaking,no fake smiles just me being me was enough show out there." I stated. Cold as usual. The various paintings on the walls made this world formal. Maybe a little well known to me. We slowly walked down stairs. People bowed to show respect and all I had to do was raise my hand and the person would walk away. Even if told a thousand times I'd never believe all people were here because of me. I'd barely accept the actual fact. Minutes later Pa clicked his glass and we all headed to the table. Two of them each with about fifty seats. Each had a name clearly labelled.
"Hello everyone. It's such a nice chance I've had to have you all under one roof. I'd like to welcome my one and only son back home and to the rest, enjoy what life brings before it's too late."
His short speeches were always precise and to the point. He added a final sentence as he thought was sauce to life. Maybe whatever made him so was his childhood. Being son to a mafia plus drug lord wasn't easy. I always thought so too that we decided to flip the page and here we were. I held the fork in my right hand and gave it a stare. Warm slightly hard hands ran across them. I could feel it. Jays hand. I stood confused. Why was it so? Everyone stared at me as confusion struck in. It was as such since mum died. Since I lost what I thought of as the final puzzle piece of my life. Seconds later I blacked out.
He tossed in the bed before he heard the chimes make a sound.
"Pa!" He said lazily as he hoped off his squeking mahogany bed. He strawled slowly to where he was.
"Who paid for your drinks kid?" A voice followed him. Furious as if he wished the chance could have been his.
"Just some senior." He stated as he walked to their open aired seemingly hotel. Fewer people came over as days went by. But what to do? It was life and he had to endure it. Blood oozed from his old man's knees. He saw it and rushed to him. He tried cleaning it up but the old man pushed him off. Jay fell on his back and turned to look at their noodle cart. It was wrecked. No pieces left to salvage apart from the worn out wheels that tried to be steady. If he hadn't hoped. If he hadn't seen life at a different angle maybe all this could never had occured. His mummy left him with a drunkered bastard he always tried to care for. Tears wailed up his eyes. He stood up wiping them briefly.
"Jay!" The old man called as the boy hoped on the final memory of his mother. A bicycle. He rushed there. To a place he once thought of belonging after he cried over his father's death due to cancer or liver cirrhosis. Maybe even kidney failure.
"Jay..." He could hear it from a far. Why had his life changed? He wished for answers. He knew where to find them but dared not. Then he saw it. The wooden gates of " Michaels home ' a place all needy kids knew they belonged. He hoped off the bike as he fell into Genes arms who was right there by the gate. In his mind he thought maybe all was lost.