(Short filler chapter because it’s Grilled Cheese Day…I think)
“A little warning would have been nice!” Shark was now bent over the nearest trash can, coughing up what had been shot into his mouth.
Sinbad looked rather indifferent to his predicament. “So me shouting, ‘I’m gonna blow!’ don’t count as a warning?”
Here Shark didn’t bother answering him. He just kept hacking and coughing.
After Shark was certain that he’d gotten most of it out of his system, he got back up and began eyeing the door.
“Well, that was…” He had no idea what he was supposed to say now. “That was an experience.”
“Wasn’t it, though?” After Sinbad ground the remains of his cigarette out in an inconspicuous place, he crawled out from behind the desk. “All right, come on. I’m bored of this place already.”
Shark was left speechless as Sinbad wandered out to the back exit of the library. A moment later, he ended up following.
“Now where are we going? Back to your house?”
“Yup.” When both men were seated in Sinbad’s truck, Shark began to drift off into a bizarre state of daydreaming.
Somehow, spending time with Sinbad wasn’t all terrible. He could do without the random blowjobs, but it wasn’t all bad.
He could only imagine what the rest of the family was doing. No doubt his grandmother or Bill would be creating a mess.
Shark was still daydreaming when the two reached Sinbad’s house. Out in the back, a displeased looking blond man was standing on the patio, his arms crossed.
He looked as though he were about to say something, but Sinbad didn’t give him the chance when he was walking up the steps.
“Not now, douche,” Sinbad said to him before pushing him off the rail and into the water below.
Shark looked in after him. “Is he going to be okay?”
“He deserves it. He’s a tool.”
Getting inside, Shark was pushed to the main room, and then onto the couch. He tried not to complain about it, and just searched for the TV remote.
“You guys have Netflix or anything?” He asked Sinbad, who had wandered over to the kitchen area and pulled out some grilled cheese fixings.
Sinbad just shook his head. “Blondie won’t let me. He says it’s ‘too expensive’ or some shit like that.”
Groaning in acknowledgement, Shark just made himself comfortable as Sinbad cooked lunch. Neither of them noticed Sinbad’s roommate walking to the house across the street.
A few minutes and some frying noises later, Shark felt half a warm grilled cheese sandwich get smashed into his face. He quickly pushed away the arm holding it there.
“Careful! I might get burns and oil on my face!” Sinbad was just chuckling as Shark wiped his face off with his shirt.
“Who cares? You’re gonna scarf it all down anyway.” Sinbad then pointed to a plate on the table, which held the other sandwich half and a bowl of tomato soup.
It appeared that Shark didn’t care, to be honest. He just brushed off Sinbad’s rude gesture, and began to partake in what he was given to him.