Bill’s ‘speech’ turned out to be nothing more than him shouting about aliens, and flipping off anyone who bothered to show up. In the crowd, Shark was probably the only one who didn’t look particularly aghast at this.
Nearby, Shark then caught sight of his Uncle Dudley, and breathed a sigh of relief. Dudley just looked on himself with an expression of disturbed resignation.
“Do people actually want to vote for him,” Shark said to anyone who cared to listen, “or are they just here to watch him make an ass of himself?”
Shark left the moment Bill was showing signs he was about to drop his pants. He had his back turned and could only hear the shocked cries of the crowd.
Instead, he diverted his attention to his phone, checking for any messages from Sinbad. He was still hurt and confused from the bizarre response from earlier.
He didn’t have any new messages, which just seemed to hurt even more. Shark didn’t try to let this bother him too much though.
After checking his wallet, Shark decided to go and buy some early Christmas decorations.
It seemed all the decent Christmas decorations were rather expensive.
Shark looked crestfallen at seeing a cute little Snoopy piece be priced at nearly eight dollars. Putting it back, he then turned his attention to some Pokemon-themed ornaments.
“At least this store has some kind of good taste…” Picking out a package or two, Shark then hurriedly ran to the cash register.
On his way there, he caught sight of Sinbad outside, smoking a cigarette. He tried not to drop everything and run outside, and instead paid for what he was getting.
“Sinbad!” Shark called out to him when he was back outside. “Hey! Hey, it’s me, Shark!”
When Sinbad looked over to see Shark behind him, his eyes widened. Then his gait quickened to practically run off.
Shark was too shocked to even go after him. He could only stand there as Sinbad skittered away, presumably back to his own house.
This just puzzled Shark even more. His conflicting thoughts were interrupted, however, by the sight of Dudley’s squad car speeding after a golf cart.
As usual, Bill had gone off the rails. Shark now watched as he tried to drive with one hand giving the finger to the police car behind him.
All Shark could do anymore was go home and hide the Christmas ornaments he’d bought.
It seemed the more he tried talking to Sinbad now, the more Sinbad was trying to avoid him. Shark just didn’t understand, especially after Sinbad had sent him a rather explicit picture some time earlier.
When Shark had stuffed his purchases under his bed, he then stood up and pulled his phone out again. This time, he sent another text message:
Why aren’t you talking to me?
Now, after Shark sent the message, he went downstairs to fix himself some lunch. He figured maybe eating something could take his mind off this concerning turn of events.
On the TV he passed by, Bill’s fiasco and tirade were being viewed as a sort of disturbing recap. Shark just gave a dry laugh at the fact they managed to censor Bill’s nasty uncovered ass.
Just before he got to the kitchen, Shark’s phone vibrated with a message. Pulling it out, he read the message that he’d receive:
I got things to deal with right now.
Somehow, Shark didn’t buy this. He then got another message as soon as he was done reading the first one:
Come over tonight?
That at least gave Shark time to think about it. Having forgotten what he came downstairs for, he went back upstairs.
When the evening came, Shark promptly yanked on his coat and wandered outside. He ignored the jeering of his sister as he left the property.
As he left, he waved to his father, who was leaving for work. Dennis returned the gesture before stepping into his car and driving off.
Eventually, Shark made it to Sinbad’s house. He peeked through the sliding glass door to see Goodwin intently staring at the television.
A single peek at the TV screen was enough to revolt Shark to run to the back door. When he reached it, he looked in and saw Sinbad on his bed.
Sinbad was just beginning to light up yet another cigarette when he saw Shark at his door. He hesitated a little before standing up and letting him in.
“What is going on with you, Sinbad?” Shark asked when he stepped into the bedroom. “You’re acting weird, and distant.”
Not answering right away, Sinbad went back to his bed and sat back down. “I ain’t sure how to put it. All I know is that I need some fucking time to help me get through it.”
He then reached out towards Shark and pointed at him, which then turned into him beckoning him closer.
Starting to get used to this by now, Shark got closer to him. He still wished he had some idea as to what was wrong.
Right as got in front of him, Shark was gently pulled down into a kiss. To say the least, it surprised him. But it was a rather pleasant surprise.
Shark practically melted into the kiss, before he was pushed into the bed. He looked up at Sinbad, who paused to take a drag of his cigarette.
Feeling unusually taken with him right now, Shark’s cheeks were flushed red when Sinbad leaned back in and kissed him again. It was enough for him to wrap his arms around Sinbad’s neck.
Some time later, Shark could hear screams of agony coming from the other room. He tried not to listen in, but was sure the sound of the bed creaking was the reason Goodwin sounded so irate.