The next week or so passed without much incident.
Shark didn’t really notice anything out of the ordinary besides the abuse he dealt with at home. The other times he was playing his video games or spending time with Sinbad.
He was doing the former late one afternoon when he watched his father pull out a large box of Christmas ornaments.
“Isn’t it kind of early to be getting those out now, Dad?” Shark put down his XBox controller to see if Dennis needed any help.
Dennis groaned in resignation. “Yeah, but your grandmother insisted that I get them out now. Something about a plot to assassinate Santa.”
He then tried to drag the tree down the stairs, but seemed to be having a bit of difficulty. Shark took hold of the other end and lifted it up for him.
After both of them got the tree upright, Shark and Dennis now rummaged through several boxes of ornaments.
“I thought we had more of these,” Shark told his father as he looked through an expensive crystal ornament.
Sighing, Dennis set down the box he was holding. “We did. Then your Uncle Bill sold half of these for drug money.”
Just hearing this made Shark upset. He actually sort of liked the way the decorations sparkled when they were on the tree.
As soon as the crystal ornaments were all hung, both of them started on the rest of them.
Shark just glared at one of the decorations he’d picked up. He didn’t really see the appeal of something related to a dead artist who apparently became a sellout.
“You know boy,” Dennis said to him as he put a few of the cheaper pieces on the tree branches, “You don’t have to put all of them up if you don’t want to.”
Nodding, Shark put the piece back down and ran upstairs to his room. He came back with the Pokemon themed ornaments he bought a few days ago.
When the tree was finished, Shark could only gaze admiringly up at it. He sat on the floor, with his knees drawn up to his chest.
His reverie was interrupted by the feeling of icy cold water hitting his back. Looking behind him, Shark saw Lolly and her friends giggling. Lolly was holding a squirt gun in one of her hands.
“What was that for?!” She didn’t answer him. All Lolly did was go upstairs with the others to presumably compare dresses.
Now that his happy mood had been ruined, Shark could only take off his drenched shirt and wander off to the garage.
On his way there, he looked up at one of the windows and saw his sister twirling about in her dress.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he felt jealous. For now, he couldn’t do anything about it.
Standing in the garage by the dryer now, Shark kept his arms crossed out of frustration. Not even the rumble of the dryer or music he’d put on was helping.
He wished Dennis were here right now. However, he was out picking up one of his employees, or so he told Shark.
Now, Shark leaned against the washing machine, waiting for his shirt to be done. He was then caught off guard by a pair of hands tickling his sides.
“Gack! What the…!” Turning around, Shark was confronted by Sinbad’s smirking face. “Sinbad?”
Sinbad kept grinning as he put a hand up in greeting. “Hey. Your daddy came to pick me up. Don’t remember why, but I’m here now…”
“So two questions, man,” Sinbad told Shark as the two ascended the first flight of stairs. “Why don’t you have a shirt on, and why the fuck is there a tree up in November?”
Shark cringed at the answer to both of those. “First one involved my sister, the second involved my grandmother.”
He then brought up a question of his own. “So what exactly do you want to do now that you’re here?”
Before Sinbad could answer him, though, Lolly came out wearing her dress and sneering at him.
“Hey, loser! Ask overcooked Crab Rangoon there what he thinks of seeing actual beauty before him!” The slur at least got Sinbad to turn around to face her. He didn’t seem fazed at being called something implicitly racist.
Sinbad looked at Lolly for about two seconds before making a show of rubbing his chin. “Beauty, eh? What, you’re trying to get a job as a Bedazzled trash bag?”
Lolly’s haughty demeanor quickly melted away. She could only stand where she was, speechless as Sinbad and Shark went up the second flight of stairs.
While both men were sitting on one of the mansion’s many beds, Shark could hear his sister ranting and shrieking to her friends while the three were going downstairs.
“So…” Sinbad seemed to be contemplating smoking in the room, but wasn’t sure if he actually wanted. “I take it she ain’t used to insults.”
Shark just shook his head. “She’s more used to people saying nice things about her. I guess you made an enemy for life.”
Oddly, Sinbad didn’t appear too worried about this. “I’ve done worse.” He then sat next to Shark, and began sliding over a little bit closer to him.
By the time Lolly and her friends got outside, Shark and Sinbad were locking lips. After that, time passed seemingly in a blur.
Soon, it was dark out. Shark was laying under the bedsheets next to Sinbad, who had fallen asleep.
Outside, the moon was reflected in the swimming pool. Not even Bill pouring ranch dressing on himself outside on the yard took away from the beauty of it.
Shark just smiled at this, and also at Sinbad. He didn’t even notice his father peeking into the room.
He was alerted to hearing his footsteps recede away from the door. Then a feeling of dread overtook him.
“Dad?” He said quietly, before getting up out of bed. Taking great care not to disturb Sinbad’s slumber, Shark got redressed and headed downstairs.
In the kitchen, his father was waiting for him.