Snow Drifting

(Note: Homophobic slurs used at some point)

Although it was just the beginning of November, the Christmas decorations were already out.

Shark looked over a package of Starburst flavored candy canes, as he heard Sinbad’s voice in the aisle next to him.

“Yeah, I got them. I’m telling you, Amy, you gotta be more careful next time! Something called birth control? Maybe use it-eh? What?” He was presumably talking into his phone as he walked by.

Trying not to eavesdrop, Shark just about dropped the box he was holding when Sinbad’s voice raised about 70 decibels.

“He signed me up for what?! Oh, that douche. I’m gonna tear him a new ass when I get back…”

Sinbad was then angrily grumbling under his breath as he reached the cash registers. Shark kept out of sight while he watched Sinbad make his transaction.

…

As Sinbad left, Shark himself bought the candy canes he’d been holding, if only so he wouldn’t look like he was loitering. On his way out, Shark tried not to notice Bill laying out in the middle of the street violently masturbating.

“Yay, a disgusting tourist attraction,” he said to himself as he tried to not get caught up in the crowd forming.

Shark then kept himself quiet on the rest of the long walk home. He didn’t even react to seeing Lolly in the nearby salon, trying on beautiful dresses for an upcoming dance.

What he did react to was the light snow beginning to fall. Looking up, he cringed at what would be seen as a cause of concern for a town in Louisiana.

When Shark finally got back, he was confronted by his grandmother running out and poking him in the chest repeatedly.

The way she was yammering on made it almost impossible to decipher what she was saying. In the end, Shark heard Marigold tell him she signed him up for chaperoning duties at the Winter Formal.

Figuring this out, Shark tried to protest. He was interrupted from doing so by his grandfather descending the steps and looking irate with him.

“Dammit, Shark! Do as your grandmother tells you! Lest you receive a well-deserved beating like the faggot you are!” Behind him, Silver was stumbling and drinking directly out of a bottle of vodka.

…

Having gotten back into the house, Shark now sat at his usual spot, and just staring at the blank TV screen. He wanted somehow to have his mind be in the same state.

“Yeah, sure, Grandpa,” he said in an imaginary conversation to Max, “I’ll do what the crazy old lady you married says. I’m just a queer and a faggot, right?”

When he said the slurs to himself, it brought tears to his eyes. “And Lolly’s obviously the apple of your eye! She’s the perfect Princess Racket who deserves everything given to her, and needs to be protected at all costs!”

By the time he’d finished speaking, Shark had run out of the room, and began flinging various objects about the hallway. Whatever he could get his hands on, he threw.

Eventually, Shark ran out of things to throw, leaving him to collapse to his knees and sob even more uncontrollably. He grabbed hold of his head and pulled at his hair.

He was so caught up in his emotions, he didn’t hear footsteps coming up the stairs.