"... fuck you."
I panted deeply, in and out of my lungs in matter of seconds. He's hot... but I... I don't want this... I don't want anything to do with him...
"You know..." from my ear, the huffs of breath slid down to the side of my neck, peppering kiss on my delicate skin with his soft, lucious lips. I stopped a moan from escaping.
"silence makes me wilder..."
"Ch-Chris... ugh," a soft moan pushes out of my grip.
He pulls back, seemingly satisfied with himself. A cocky smile still plastered in his pale, white face.
"So, is it a deal?"
"Wha-What is?"
"My payment for you," he answers as if certain of my response, "Don't you want it? You're gay right?" his voice was still in that deep seductive sound its impact seemed differed from what was earlier. What does he mean?
"A gay that hasn't had sex before must be urging to be laid right now, don't you?"
Before I knew it, Chris was down on the floor, massaging the side of his jaw while my fist stood up high, still feeling the sting from pounding human flesh. I-I... punched him?
"Ouch," he groans.
"H-Hey... y-you're correct," I managed to spit at him, "I'm gay... and I haven't had sex before..." a tear runs down my cheek, dripping on the planked floor. "But that's not enough reason for you to see me like that!"
He stared at me, his eyes showed no understanding however. It portrayed pure confusion, startled, surprised.
"I'm a person who wants to actually achieved something for myself and not cling to my parents. Yet why do I feel so... offended by you, seeing me as someone who's ready to be fucked just because of being who I am?! I know it's not true but you somehow hurt my dignity, for fuck's sake, Chris."
"I-Ivan... I–"
"Get out."
"Ivan... listen, I–"
"Get the fuck out or shove you down the stairs."
"Ivan..."
"OUT!" With all of my strength, I pulled the sleeve of his shirt, dragging him out of my room and towards downstairs. Crossing the café would cause a stir so I decided to kick him out through the back door. I literally kicked him out.
"Ivan, I swear–"
slam–
He peaked towards the small glass pane of the door, only to receive a middle finger from my hand and a strong door nudge from me, causing him to be knocked back.
"Go away or I'll call the police," I said, showing my phone with a hotline already dialed, waiting for the 'call' button to be pressed.
I was suddenly frozen because of his eyes. They showed something... regret. "I'm sorry, Ivan... I don't know what I was thinking... okay?"
"Maybe start knowing what you think so that you can write your own, narrow thoughts, Mr. Plagiarizer." I slammed the door on him again.
I lean my back on the door, sliding down until my head is burried on my knees, crying the shit out of me. Why am I so affected by that shit of a person's words? He's just a narrow minded cannard with nothing better to do than get his cock sucked.
"Hey," Buns calls out as he entered the back room, "Wh-Why are you crying over there, Ivy?"
"Don't wanna talk about it."
"Ivy... I told you I have lubricant with me, your butt shouldn't hurt that bad if you just let me hand it over to you."
"Shut up, Buns, you're not helping," I shifted my gaze up to see him, leaning sideways on the counter, his arm braced on the surface, "Why do you even have lube with you, you pervert?"
"Hey, it keeps rubbing smooth, okay?"
"Gross," I buried my head back down.
He chuckles, "Come, let me lead you to your room."
"No need," I decline, "Go and man the café. I don't feel well." I stood up, grabbing on to whatever I can hold on to guide my standing legs.
"Okay," Buns says, "I'll bring you a strawberry cake and a choco frappe upstairs, how about that?"
"No. I need profit."
"Hey," he engulfs me in a hug, "You feel like you need one, okay?" I don't know why but Buns' hugs are really the best medicine this planet could offer. If only Jax can hear my thoughts, she'd surely be jealous.
I exhaled, "Fine."
"Now," he lets go, "what can we do with that sore anus of yours."
"Fuck off."
My fingers tap lightly yet quickly as I browsed through different kinds of wall decorations. I really need something that could give off that comforting modern vibes.
"...must be urging to be laid right now do you?"
I shook my head at the sudden recall of that horrendous thought before taking a sip from my frappe. That bitchtard Buns even gave me a large one. Argh, these things are expensive.
I returned to my search of wall decorations when a sudden ping came out of the desktop speakers. My messenger. It was from Ms. Carol. Can't I not be reminded of that stupid idiot from a while ago?"
CAROL JANE SANDERS
active now
Carol Jane Sanders
Good day, Ivan. Just wanting
to ask about how you and
Chris are doing? I hope you
do well with each other :)
Ivan De Luxé
Good day to you too, Ms. Carol. Just want
to ask, why do you hope so?
Carol Jane Sanders
Why? Aren't you getting along?
Ivan De Luxé
Oh, it's not like that, Ms. I'm just curious,
that's all.
Carol Jane Sanders
Well, for one, he's a very hard
working student. Even though
he misses complying at
submission days, he still makes
way to be able to submit.
Ivan De Luxé
Isn't that a sign of irresponsibility?
He should've passed them on time.
Carol Jane Sanders
Dear, if you're having troubles
with Chris, please tell me
immediately so I can do
something about it.
Ivan De Luxé
No, really, it isn't like that, Ms. I'm just
curious on why you're giving him special
treatment. I mean, he did plagiarized
which meant expulsion but yet, he's
been given special help his study. And
now, you're checking up on how he's
doing. I just don't get it Ms. Carol. Why
does his get this kind of treatment from
you?
Carol Jane Sanders
Well, dear, Chris' reason why
he cant submit his work on
time is because of his part-
time jobs. He works on both
day and night shifts and has to
arrive on school late just to get
his attendance filled out. He
catches up on studies during
breaktimes and, as I said, makes
tine for his submissions.
Ivan De Luxé
Oh, is that why you treat him better
than other students?
Carol Jane Sanders
Dear, if he was given a chance
to live the same circumstance
as of other students, we would've
treated him the same. But sadly,
he's not.
Ivan De Luxé
I see. Well, thanks for feeding my
curiosity, Ms. Carol. And about Chris,
he just left a while ago. We haven't
made any progress yet but I'll make
sure we do next session
Carol Jane Sanders
That's nice to hear, sweetie. Well,
if ever you do have problems
with him, which I'm not saying
you do, please just think of this as
a hard working man, who's doing
everything he can to juggle his
responsibilities, get what he
deserves, okay?
Ivan De Luxé
Noted, Ms. Carol. Thanks again.
She didn't replied back.
I slouched myself on my seat even lower as I try to tame my ravaging conscience to stop howling in me like I'm the bad guy here. For the record, he saw me something that hurted me a lot. I also need an apology.
Another ping arrived at my ear, making me sit back to the position that I had earlier while eyeing my messsages. It's from Jax.
Jax 💀
active now
Jax 💀
Hey dummy wer u at?
poison iVy
At home, y?
Jax 💀
I mean, which part of ur
house u dingus
poison iVy
dafuq do u want jax?
Jax 💀
u want to see me or nah?
I'm getting tired talking to
this older brother of ours
😩😩
poison iVy
Wait... ure here?! At my café?
Jax 💀
yeah but don't run down
the stairs like an idiot and
get your head fractured, got
it? i'll laugh at ur funeral if
u do.
poison iVy
bitch who said im excited to see u
Jax 💀
Someone who used '?!' when
he found out i'm here.
poison iVy
...
Jax 💀
Just get down here u rat
And with that, I found myself barging out of my room and rushing down the stairs. Woah, wait a minute, Ivy, you don't want a laughing Jax at your funeral don't you? Processing that into my mind, I took my steps slowly.
Upon crossing the doorway that divided the backroom and the café, my eyes searched left and right for my ugly sister. The search was over when I felt a poke from my side, making me flinch from where I stood. "What the fuck, Jax?!"
"Took you long enough," she looks at her watch.
"Give him a break, Jacklyn, he's going through something," says Buns who's holding a tray of cakes and coffees.
"Yeah, I can see that. Your eyes look puff. Have you been crying?"
Before I responded to that, I looked at my flashy sister, wearing a yellow dress and white, six-inched heels. On top of her head is a wavy-curled, brown locks and a light yet pinkish makeup on front. Her accesorries, earrings and finger rings, sparkled with diamonds embedded in gold.
"You really have the strength to wear something like that while making your way here?" I ask, folding my arms on my chest.
"You know me, Ivy, I always wear stuff like. these," she spins around like a Disney princess except in a more annoying manner.
"I want to barf."
She hits me lightly on my arm. "Don't make fun of your older sister, got it?"
I roll my eyes, "Whatever."
"Go and take a shower you stink," she turns toward Buns, "Yo, Buns, take a shower too."
Buns seemingly blushes while handing out the customers' order, "Nevermind that ladies, I already showered," he wiggles his eyes with an annoying grin before receiving judgemental stares from the two customers. He mouths a 'fuck you' at Jax.
Why do I have two annoying siblings that's always bickering?
"Why do you want us to take a shower, Jax?" I ask.
"Well, since Buns told me that you're down in the dumps, I decided to rush down here and pick the both of you up. We're going somwhere."
"Damn it, Jax, I told you not to tell Ivy that I told you that he's down," rants Buns as he puts down the empty tray on the island.
"Say that again five times, times three the speed," Jax plays a trick on him which he gullibly follows. What the hell, Buns.
"Wait, who's manning the café?" I ask, just about when we were about to leave.
"I thought you'd ask that," Jax says, smiling before bringing her phone up and calling someone.
Suddenly, three men in fancy suits arrive at my café... oh dear.
"Ivy, these are one of my servants at my resort. One is a waiter, one is a dishwasher and one is a barista," she elaborates while pointing at the person with the said roles.
"Wow, you have a coffee shop at your resort?" I ask, a brow raised and my arms, folded.
She goes closer to me and whispers, "Well, technically he's a bartender and he works the bar at my resort. He does have barista experience though so I guess he could fit," she smiles.
"Argh, fine, whatever," I grumbled. "You're paying for them, okay? This is your idea."
"Of course, it's part of their salary," she says before going to the three suited men and whispers, "Don't worry guys, I'll give you a bonus."
"So," my impatient brother finally decides to talk, "Are we going or not?"
"Let's go idiot brothers!"
"Shut up, Jax," Buns and I replied simultaneously.
The three of us jammed our favorite tunes while inside Jax' s car. Most of the songs were from Katy Perry and Taylor Swift, the artists we loved the most as kids. Every stop we get from a red light, high volumed sounds arw produced inside the ride as we sang from the top of our lungs.
"Kiss me, K-K-Kiss me, infect me with your lovin' fill me with your poison..."
"Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you? Been here all along so why can't you see..."
"In another life, I would be your girl! We keep all our promises, be us against the world!"
"Cuz this is me, swallowing my pride, standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night!"
Hopping off Jax's white, Mercedes coupe in front of the well-lit arcade filled with lights and music made us feel like spoiled kids who just so happpens to know how to drive.
The sun was just setting when we entered the noisy arcade. Lights of different colors flashed everywhere in different games; some were cranes, coin droppers, ball drops, and other stuff that I don't understand.
Around the vicinity are children either playing on games or running around with the tickets they won from the games. There were some teenagers though, some of which were young couples who did nothing but flirt while some were straight up nerds who finds no difficulty in the games.
But seriously though, that teenage couple playing that zombie shoot out game still hugged and cheered each other even though they lost and ended up. getting eaten by zombies. How I wish that happened for. the both of them right now for not getting a room.
"Well then, let's buy tokens!" says Jax, clasping her hands together to jolt the three of us awake.
"Who says we're buying?" replies Buns in a cocky manner while bringing out a yellow. card from his thich ass wallet.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"I own a franchise branch of this arcade somewhere down town. The company gave me this card for unlimited tokens to play with," Buns explains while me and Jax's eyes literally had stars on them and our mouths about to drool.
"Well," Buns scuffs, "You idolize your older brother too well, don't you?"
"You heard something?" I ask Jax.
"Nope," she shook her head before taking Bun's card from his grip and running towards the counter, dragging me along.
"Hey, you need my ID for that!" Buns shouts while trying to chase us.
We spent the night playing games. Shooting guns, basket ball, bowling, and our favorite, colorama.
Colorama is a game wherein you take a bet on which color the ball lands in once a big, spinning bowl stops. The bowl is divided into five unequal slices of different colors with red being the largest chunk and white being the smallest. Meaning, it has a higher chance on drawing out red but has little payback and the complete vice versa for white.
"Okay, I'm taking this risk, I'm drawing out white!" declares Jax before dramatically presses the white button.
"How brave of you, sweet sister, but let me. show you how computing probabilities can get me winning on my next bet," says Buns who also dramatically presses the green button.
I, on the other hand, just tapped the red button, which is the safest. "That's it?" the two asks at the same time.
"No speech?" Buns asks.
"No cinematic button pressing?" says Jax.
"No, don't be delusional," I snapped at them.
The two let out a small giggle with Jax saying, "Pfft– boring."
"True."
"Shut up."
We planned on playing more games but the arcade sadly had to close. The three of us just decided to walk the sea side near the arcade while enjoying the cool night sea breeze.
"I don't know what the both of you thought of to choose this but it's fucking freezing here," rants Buns who's shivering right now, arms hugging himself.
"Zip that mouth of yours, Buns, this ain't about you," Jax shushes him, "So, Ivy, have we made you feel better today?"
I gave them a smile and a nod, "You still look like idiots though," I teased.
"Atleast these idiots made you smile, haven't we?" Buns says.
"Eww, Buns, too cheesy," grossed out Jax before faking a vomit.
"But seriously guys, you're the best," I said to them, continue walking out way down the dark sidewalk of the ocean.
"You too, Ivy, okay? Just don't hesitate to call us if you ever feel down again, alright?" Jax says.
"Sure, same here guys," I said before pulling out my phone, "Hey, Buns, take this, let's a photo together."
He takes my phone and raises it up to have the three of us on screen, "say siblings!" says Buns.
"Buns, no one says anything before a photo anymore, people just smile. nowadays," teases Jax.
"Whatever, just do it."
Jax and I chuckled and just went with it.
"Siblings~"
"Use my phone this time it has better camera," Jax hands out her phone.
"Don't worry I'll buy a new phone tomorrow," I rambled, making the two of them chuckle.
The three of us went back to the still open café that is still ran by Jax's men. We called it a day for them and thanked them before. leaving. Since it was already late, the two decided to stay over at my apartment to rest.
"Hey," says Jax while laying on my bed, "Mom hearted our photo together,"
"You posted our pic?" I ask.
"Yup," Jax smiles, "Oh she commented as well. She said 'My babies look so so cute together'."
"Oh," Jax added, "Dad commented too, 'Why are you out somewhere this time of the night?' wow, he's still cranky," she lets out a laugh.
Buns comes out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth, "Let's go to sleep already so we can open the café somewhat early."
"Okay, Buns," I said before slipping in between them on my bed. Luckily, the bed was large enough for us to have a little more space for ourselves but we decided to somewhat just hug each other until. we fell asleep.
My siblings are really the best people in this world. Sure, I can't give them the fancy things that they afford to have and yet they still see me with as someone who they can never walk pass on. Thank God for having these amazing people. "I love you Buns and Jax," I whispered onto them but they were already asleep, tired from a day of cheering me up.
I just smiled and closed my eyes, letting the sleepiness take over my system.
Morning arrived and the three of us did our chores for the café. Buns washed and dried the tools, Jax cleaned and arranged the table while I opened up the blinds and flipped the signboard over at the door.
Not a minute has passed and a the bell rang for our first customer. I turned around to greet them, "Good morning and welcome to De Luxé Café, how may I he–"
"Chris!" shouts Jax.
"Jax? What are you doing here?" asks Chris.
"My brother owns this place and you?"
"Y-Your brother..." Chris slowly shifts his gaze towards me with his eyes filled with something... the emotion of fear.
"...I-Is a De Luxé?"
[A/N: Hello guys! I hope you like this cute long chapter about the De Luxé siblings. They're just so cute together uwu. Anyways, you guys like Jax? (shortened name for 'Jacklyn' as mentioned by Bruno(Buns)) Special thanks to my early readers, mah friends, ahck!! Be ready for Chap 4 cuz its gonna get serious.]