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Title: Location
Characters: Silver, Giovanni, Gold, Red, Blue, Pearl
POV: Silver
Notes:
“Are you sure your parents don’t mind us poking around their room like this?”
“Of course they mind. That’s why we’re not telling them.” I turn the doorknob and slip in silently. As if I had to. Last time I checked, Ma’m and Dad were throwing artichokes at each other in the backyard. We should have a noisy warning if they should head upstairs.
Red, Blue, and Gold follow me in. “Why did you drag us here?” Blue mutters.
“Hey!” I whirl around to glare at him. “Wasn’t this Red’s idea, not mine? I’m doing you guys are favor, you know.”
Blue gives me an aloof look and shrugs. “If your parents catch us…”
“They won’t. Put everything back the way you found it.” I head over to Ma’m’s dresser, remember Dad telling me that he once hid sensitive documents in tissue box. “We’re looking for… Should be a regular book. He writes in journals and stuff like that. I’m guessing spiral-ringed, but I don’t know for sure. He doesn’t put stuff where you’d think, so don’t bother checking the desk or file set.” My hands brush by jewel-like colors and shimmering substances.
“This is a really nice room,” Blue tells me admiringly, craning his neck to get a look at the trimmings. I get the feeling that it’s supposed to be compliment or something. He’s right near my shoulder. I wish he’d move away a bit. I give him a slow look.
“Thanks, I guess. I’m sure Dad’d be happy to hear that.”
Thump. We both spin around, but it’s just Gold, who’s sitting and bouncing on top of the double bed. He throws his legs up. “What a bed! Imagine sleeping on it!”
“Gold!” Blue scolds. “We’re not here for fun!”
Gold gives a silly grin, but thankfully he jumps back down. It really wasn’t a big deal though- Ma’m and Dad have been romping around on that rustic linen cover for how long and it’s lasted. But it’s sort of weird seeing Gold sitting there.
“Help me look through this drawer, kay?” Red grabs Gold’s arm and points to a set of drawers near Dad’s desk.
Blue and I turn back to shuffling through Ma’ms makeup.
“My God. Why do women need all this? They’re barely used!” he mutters. He picks up two different tubes and squints. “This one’s Strawberry Shimmer. This one’s Bright Rose. I can’t tell the difference.”
“That one’s sheer with glitter. The other one’s opaque.”
Before Blue can ask how I know that, one of the others gives a hoot of glee.
It’s Gold. Blue and I look over to see them flipping through a little black paperback book labeled “coupons.”
“What’s going on?”
They’re leafing through the little book with their eyes big as cheese wheels.
“If they’re that interested, it can’t be good,” Blue mutters to himself.
“What are you looking at?” I repeat angrily. “What are you-“
“Free dry hump!” Gold calls. “Blowjob, no tongue, blowjob, with tongue, free spank-“
“There’s a fetish section!” Red exclaims. “I didn’t know you could do it with a-“
“You guys!” Blue groans.
Plunk. Tock. Tock. There’s a low, husky laugh-
“You guys!” I look around wildly. “My parents are-“ Oh no- where would they not look? Not the closet- Dad might be getting a tie. The desk is too obvious- “Under the bed!”
It’s big enough to fit Ma’m and Dad, who are by no means fun-sized. So it’s big enough to fit all of us with a bit of claustrophobia.
“Stay still! Don’t… Even… Make a peep,” I hiss.
This hiding comes naturally to me. I feel my muscles relax. Not so for Gold- he’s even shaking a bit.
The door slams open, followed by a gut-bursting burst of laughter. Dad.
“Ah! They marinate for half an hour more! In sauce! Plenty of time! Ahh…” Oh no. His accent’s extra thick. His voice has gone down two octaves. He’s practically rumbling. Oh no. I know that tone. He’s horny.
The door slams closed. Next to me, Gold gives a questioning look. He probably wants to know what’s going on and how soon he can get out. He begins to open his mouth, but I shake me head and shoot him a toxic glare.
THUMP. Without warning, my parents land on the bed. From our space, the springs creak threateningly. Red nearly jumps up, but thankfully, Blue has the presence of mind to slam a hand over his mouth.
And immediately, the noise starts.
Oh. My. God. It’s like auditory porn. They’re both growling and groaning so low in their throats I can’t tell who’s who, and soon, it starts sounding like someone’s torturing them. What a place to be… Out of all the places…
I carefully avoid all my friends’ looks. Not that I need to. Red and Gold are both staring up as if the meaning of life was just outside the bed.
I was just thinking it couldn’t get any worse. I was just thinking it couldn’t get any more awkward for me. I was just thinking of plugging my ears. I was just thinking all that, and right then, Dad’s briefs drop in front of me.
Blue’s eyes bulge as they are followed by Ma’m’s various undergarments. I shove him with my shoulder and shoot a glare. Don’t. Say. A. Thing.
Above, Dad starts moaning in Italian. And then his feet land in front of me. There’s a bit of shuffling, Ma’m cursing, and then a silence. Must be over.
Nope.
Ever seen an earthquake simulation machine? Dad says that when I was little, we went to the museum and I went on so many times that he used to use up all his quarters on it. I don’t remember it much, but I expect that it was something like what the bed’s doing.
Oh God. The noise. I don’t know how long it goes on. I think I heard Ma’m scream. Maybe it was Dad, actually. I bury my face into the carpet.
And then there’s a long, sigh. Dad’s feet leave my field of vision as he slides back onto the bed. I don’t hear anything but panting for a while.
“Oh my GAWD,” Gold begins.
Blue’s eyes bulged out again. “Gold- shut up-“
There’s one of those silences where you even want to know what happens next.
“Where are my pants?” Dad says aloud.
“Dunno. Why?”
“Pearl, I think the children are under our bed.”
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Characters: Silver, Giovanni, Gold, Red, Blue, Pearl
POV: Silver
Notes:
“Are you sure your parents don’t mind us poking around their room like this?”
“Of course they mind. That’s why we’re not telling them.” I turn the doorknob and slip in silently. As if I had to. Last time I checked, Ma’m and Dad were throwing artichokes at each other in the backyard. We should have a noisy warning if they should head upstairs.
Red, Blue, and Gold follow me in. “Why did you drag us here?” Blue mutters.
“Hey!” I whirl around to glare at him. “Wasn’t this Red’s idea, not mine? I’m doing you guys are favor, you know.”
Blue gives me an aloof look and shrugs. “If your parents catch us…”
“They won’t. Put everything back the way you found it.” I head over to Ma’m’s dresser, remember Dad telling me that he once hid sensitive documents in tissue box. “We’re looking for… Should be a regular book. He writes in journals and stuff like that. I’m guessing spiral-ringed, but I don’t know for sure. He doesn’t put stuff where you’d think, so don’t bother checking the desk or file set.” My hands brush by jewel-like colors and shimmering substances.
“This is a really nice room,” Blue tells me admiringly, craning his neck to get a look at the trimmings. I get the feeling that it’s supposed to be compliment or something. He’s right near my shoulder. I wish he’d move away a bit. I give him a slow look.
“Thanks, I guess. I’m sure Dad’d be happy to hear that.”
Thump. We both spin around, but it’s just Gold, who’s sitting and bouncing on top of the double bed. He throws his legs up. “What a bed! Imagine sleeping on it!”
“Gold!” Blue scolds. “We’re not here for fun!”
Gold gives a silly grin, but thankfully he jumps back down. It really wasn’t a big deal though- Ma’m and Dad have been romping around on that rustic linen cover for how long and it’s lasted. But it’s sort of weird seeing Gold sitting there.
“Help me look through this drawer, kay?” Red grabs Gold’s arm and points to a set of drawers near Dad’s desk.
Blue and I turn back to shuffling through Ma’ms makeup.
“My God. Why do women need all this? They’re barely used!” he mutters. He picks up two different tubes and squints. “This one’s Strawberry Shimmer. This one’s Bright Rose. I can’t tell the difference.”
“That one’s sheer with glitter. The other one’s opaque.”
Before Blue can ask how I know that, one of the others gives a hoot of glee.
It’s Gold. Blue and I look over to see them flipping through a little black paperback book labeled “coupons.”
“What’s going on?”
They’re leafing through the little book with their eyes big as cheese wheels.
“If they’re that interested, it can’t be good,” Blue mutters to himself.
“What are you looking at?” I repeat angrily. “What are you-“
“Free dry hump!” Gold calls. “Blowjob, no tongue, blowjob, with tongue, free spank-“
“There’s a fetish section!” Red exclaims. “I didn’t know you could do it with a-“
“You guys!” Blue groans.
Plunk. Tock. Tock. There’s a low, husky laugh-
“You guys!” I look around wildly. “My parents are-“ Oh no- where would they not look? Not the closet- Dad might be getting a tie. The desk is too obvious- “Under the bed!”
It’s big enough to fit Ma’m and Dad, who are by no means fun-sized. So it’s big enough to fit all of us with a bit of claustrophobia.
“Stay still! Don’t… Even… Make a peep,” I hiss.
This hiding comes naturally to me. I feel my muscles relax. Not so for Gold- he’s even shaking a bit.
The door slams open, followed by a gut-bursting burst of laughter. Dad.
“Ah! They marinate for half an hour more! In sauce! Plenty of time! Ahh…” Oh no. His accent’s extra thick. His voice has gone down two octaves. He’s practically rumbling. Oh no. I know that tone. He’s horny.
The door slams closed. Next to me, Gold gives a questioning look. He probably wants to know what’s going on and how soon he can get out. He begins to open his mouth, but I shake me head and shoot him a toxic glare.
THUMP. Without warning, my parents land on the bed. From our space, the springs creak threateningly. Red nearly jumps up, but thankfully, Blue has the presence of mind to slam a hand over his mouth.
And immediately, the noise starts.
Oh. My. God. It’s like auditory porn. They’re both growling and groaning so low in their throats I can’t tell who’s who, and soon, it starts sounding like someone’s torturing them. What a place to be… Out of all the places…
I carefully avoid all my friends’ looks. Not that I need to. Red and Gold are both staring up as if the meaning of life was just outside the bed.
I was just thinking it couldn’t get any worse. I was just thinking it couldn’t get any more awkward for me. I was just thinking of plugging my ears. I was just thinking all that, and right then, Dad’s briefs drop in front of me.
Blue’s eyes bulge as they are followed by Ma’m’s various undergarments. I shove him with my shoulder and shoot a glare. Don’t. Say. A. Thing.
Above, Dad starts moaning in Italian. And then his feet land in front of me. There’s a bit of shuffling, Ma’m cursing, and then a silence. Must be over.
Nope.
Ever seen an earthquake simulation machine? Dad says that when I was little, we went to the museum and I went on so many times that he used to use up all his quarters on it. I don’t remember it much, but I expect that it was something like what the bed’s doing.
Oh God. The noise. I don’t know how long it goes on. I think I heard Ma’m scream. Maybe it was Dad, actually. I bury my face into the carpet.
And then there’s a long, sigh. Dad’s feet leave my field of vision as he slides back onto the bed. I don’t hear anything but panting for a while.
“Oh my GAWD,” Gold begins.
Blue’s eyes bulged out again. “Gold- shut up-“
There’s one of those silences where you even want to know what happens next.
“Where are my pants?” Dad says aloud.
“Dunno. Why?”
“Pearl, I think the children are under our bed.”
.