2 AM.
Beck's still online.
She hadn't texted him since last week, meaning she hadn't wished him a happy birthday yet.
Maybe she forgot or something.
Should he just text her and pretend nothing happened?
But she would never wish him a happy birthday, then.
Even though she promised, and she had never promised him anything. That was like a step forward in their relationship.
But if she didn't fulfill her promise, that would be like a step back.
Maybe she just didn't care tbh.
No, she just forgot; she must know so many people who tell her about their birthdays and invite her to their parties, making it impossible to remember them all.
Yeah, she just forgot.
Maybe he could text her and casually tell her about his birthday party—it was awesome: he spent all night long having a cold one with the boys while playing smash, but maybe she would think that was kinda lame, so maybe he would skip the smash part.
Yeah, maybe she would realize she forgot, and maybe she would be soooo embarrassed she would try to make something up for it, like, idk, go on a date with him.
He grabbed his phone, opened the text app, looked for Beck, started typing and…
No.
That would make her feel bad.
He shouldn't make her feel bad; he really, really liked her, he wanted to make her happy every single day of the rest of her life. So, why was he willing to hurt her just for his own benefit?
What a fucking asshole.
Arin left his phone on the desk and laid down on his bed.
He had his headphones on and he was listening to a seemingly endless playlist of thrash metal.
Maybe not the best type of music to listen to when you're feeling like shit, but his phone was too far away, so he just let the music play.
Maybe he could wait a couple more hours, and if she didn't text him, he'll swallow his pride and text her pretending nothing happened—not getting that hbd text sucked big time, but if he stops texting her, maybe he won't text him back ever.
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So, waiting time it is.
And what could he do to pass time in the middle of the night, alone and locked in his room?
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He took off his headphones.
The house was in complete silence.
Great! It wasn't uncommon for Arin's parent's to fuck really loudly at that time—hence Arin's headphones and Arin's louder playlist.
Didn't they know anything about privacy? Didn't they care all the neighborhood probably knew everything about their sex life?
Probably not. Probably they wanted everyone to know—they were that weird… and that shameless.
One time, Arin was minding-his-own-business-and-totally-not-watching-porn-and-totally-TOTALLY-not-jerking-off-to-it-or-something and then, out of nowhere, he heard his dad yelling at the top of his lungs: "I'M A SEXY WIDDLE BABY!!!!!!!" followed by a long and awkward silence.
Another time he just said: "babe, I'm about to conclude… quick, tell me where you want my conclusiOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH…!!! Well, nevermind… I'll get the carpet cleaner."
Anyway, speaking about fucking, Arin put his headphones on once again, got up, sat on this desk and opened a new window in incognito mode. Then he typed pornhut.com. The site opened and showed many videos with explicit titles, like, idk: "White girl loves to ride my BBC" and a really explicit thumbnail, such as a photo of a white girl sitting on a BBC—a Big Black Couch.
And getting drilled by a BBC—in this case, the last word is not Couch, though.
Arin typed "thicc" on the search bar and started scrolling. He knew finding the right video was sometimes such a challenge, so it would take a little bit of time.
Arin clicked the next page and continued scrolling. Then, he took his flask and tried to get a sip of water, but his flask was empty.
Well, he just needed to go down and refill it.
But he didn't want to find idk his parents fucking in the living room or something.
And he wasn't that thirsty, though.
Even though it was just refilling a flask, no big deal. Five minutes tops.
Ok, so he took off his headphones, stood up, grabbed his flask and got out his room.
He walked through the hallway and went down the ladder slowly. Everything was dark and silent.
Except TV on the living room.
He got closer and saw Ninja Brian sitting on the couch. He was watching the TV intensely.
On the TV there was a still image of a living room, or maybe an office, with a black couch.
Wait, that couch was exactly like the one on in that thumbnail with that white girl.
And that BBC.
He also saw that couch on all those other videos he jerked-off to.
Wait, was Ninja Brian watching ninja porn or something?
Yeah, that would explain it: the ninja sex was too fast for the naked eye.
Ha. Naked.
Anyway, Arin got a little closer.
But Ninja Brian wasn't there.
Arin then felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned around, and Ninja Brian was there, glaring at him with more murderous intent than ever. Arin screamed at the top of his lungs, rushed to his room and sat on his desk.
"What happened, kid?" Danny entered the room. He was sweating and wearing nothing more than his light-blue silk robe.
Also he was smelling really weird.
Arin never had smelled anything like that.
Anyway, Danny approached his son.
"Tell me, what's wron… oh," Danny was looking at the screen that was behind his son's face. It was still showing Arin's "thicc" search on pornhut.com.
"WTF, son!" Danny exclaimed the exact same way his son did every time Danny embarrassed him. "You interrupted us for this? Look, we have no problem with you doing that, it's just that we don't wanna know when you're about to J.O. God, that's why your room has a door, you know? Don't be that shameless. I wonder who taught you that. Anyway, I'm gonna be on my room taking care of some business. Wait, daddy needs a little hydration to recover fluids. Wanna come with me to the kitchen to get some water?"
Arin shook his head.
"Your loss. Anyway, be really sneaky with that" Danny pointed at the porn in Arin's screen. "Like Ninja Brian. Bye. Love you," and he left the room.
Arin turned around and closed the browser—you can call him crazy but, considering his dad just discovered and lectured him about his porn, and considering the last thing he said to him was "love you," his horniness was completely gone.
He raised his flask and—oh, yeah, it was empty.
Well, he just needed to go to the kitchen and refill it—oh, yeah, his dad was there, and Ninja Brian was somewhere, probably extremely mad at him.
And why wouldn't he be? Arin found him watching porn.
Yeah, but it was just an accident. Ninja Brian would totally understan—Arin got up, locked the door, blocked it with his chair and checked the windows were locked too.
Well, it seems he just needed to stay in his room for the rest of his life.
But all that screaming and running made him really thirsty, though.