Thread: All The Small Moments (Grizzly_Mang & Beelzing)

It wasn't the ringing of the phone that woke Damian, or even the little movements of his sister going for her phone, no it was the far too loud exclamation that erupted from the device when Audrey answered it that caused Damian to leave the land of Nod. He groaned as he awoke, his neck also sore from passing out on the couch, blinking madly, as if the next time he opened his eyes the sunlight would be replaced with nighttime once more. No such luck. The fuck izzat? he grumbled softly, still not having a voice this early. He turned his head and stared down at Audrey, who was talking to someone on the phone who had a much too voluminous voice for any time before noon. He sighed and cracked his neck, wiggling his way away from his sister so he could rise, his bladder so demanded it. Damian had stayed up for some time after Audrey crashed, debating on what he should do. He watched Space Balls play over again on the TV while he wondered if he should wake Audrey and escort her to her room, or whether he should just wrestle himself free and leave her snoozing on the sofa. He couldn't bring himself to do either, he only sat there. He let the movie provide the background noise while he stared down at his sister, loving the feel of her next to him, while he dreamed about what he would do if he was in the same situation with any other girl. Damian didn't have the best experiences with women and never had a real girlfriend, mostly because the girls at his school either thought he was too weird to be around or too hot to ask out. He didn't have many friends at school, most of his buddies were older than he was, and a part of the party crowd so despite his misses at school with the ladies, he was not a virgin any more. He had had some drunkendoped-up sex with random girls before at parties or in public parks in the wee hours of the morning, but he didn't have any experience with actual romance. He didn't even know those girls' names. As sad as it was, when Audrey cuddled up to him and fell asleep, it was the closest thing he'd had to a real... date? romantic moment? Something along those lines. So as he walked down the hall to the bathroom, his heart went cold for a second when he heard Audrey tell the annoying phone-man, whose name was apparently Alexander, that she loved him. He shook his head, staring his mirror-self deep in the eyes as he let loose the floodgates over the toilet. You're a fucking idiot, he told himself. You shouldn't have been thinking anything you did last night in the first place. And of course she's going to have a boyfriend, in what world can a woman look like her and stay single? You need to calm down, there's no reason to be jealous or upset that some other guy is loved by your sister. Now just stop giving the ghost of Freud a hard-on with your sick little fantasies and go smoke, you need it. The toilet flush rang throughout the house and in a matter of moments Damian returned, looking slightly grumpy. Alexander, huh? he asked as he walked past on his way to the kitchen. He sounds... No, that's it. He sounds. So, how'd you meet? He dug through the pantry, looking for the roll of garbage bags since he still had to clean a mess of mole corpses from the garden. He tried to let his emotions settle, but they just wouldn't he couldn't tell if he was jealous of Alexander for getting to have more moments like last night with his sister, or if he was just mad and protective of his Audrey. He knew he was her little brother, but it felt right and came naturally to be the protective sibling that's just how the world worked, right? Big or little, it was the brother's job to worry about their sister and keep her from every other jerk with a penis. But he tried to keep focused, he couldn't worry about Audrey and boys just now, he had a plan. He needed to make up for lost time, and figured the best way to do that was a wake-n-bake. If only he could actually wake and bake, but he was still wary of Audrey. So he figured he'd walk to the park where he could get lost in the woods and spark one up without drawing too much attention. First things first, though, he had to scoop the death off his lawn, which he refused to do in pajama pants. He appeared in the living room with a big black trash bag in one hand and pair of shorts from the laundry room which he'd worn a few days earlier in the other. What better to clean in than dirty clothes, right? You got plans with Alexander today? he asked mockingly, stretching the other boys name out Alexaaaaander .