Shark woke up a few hours later to an unpleasant feeling on the bed.
In his still groggy haze, he wasn’t initially certain what exactly it was he was grabbing at. He knew it to be wet and a bit smelly.
“Where even did this come from-” It then dawned on him what he was grabbing at. “…Oh, jeez.”
His hair was still wet after the quick shower he’d taken.
Shark avoided eye contact with Sinbad, as he watched his soiled bedsheets and clothing be put into the washing machine.
“That’s…That’s never happened to me before…” He muttered in a low tone, clearly ashamed at this happening at his age.
Sinbad looked over at him while closing the washer door. “What, you saying you never wet the bed until now?”
Now Shark nodded. “Believe it or not, it was always Lolly who did that. She outgrew it though, thankfully.” He then pressed his hand to his face. “Well, now I know how she felt each time it happened.”
“Hey, if it makes you feel any better, urine ain’t the worst thing I’ve had to touch while doing laundry.” Sinbad gave this information rather freely. “Be glad you don’t have to handle Blondie’s sheets after he’s done with one of his Asian chicks.”
This got Shark to want to vomit again. Instead, he stepped a little closer to Sinbad, and gently grasped his hand. To his pleasant surprise, it was reciprocated.
After the sheets were cleaned, and Shark was dressed for the day, both he and Sinbad were now making the bed. They kept quiet due to not having anything to say now.
As they pulled the sheets up, Lolly came in holding her new dress, and an empty pie tin.
“Hey, dweeb!” She said to her brother with her cheeks full. “Grandma says your butt buddy needs to leave soon before she pops a cap in his ass.” She stopped in her tracks. Looking at what they were doing, she began to tilt her head.
“How come both of you are making the bed? Usually you just need one to do that-” Then she got an idea, causing her face to break out in a shit-eating grin. “Oh, you didn’t…!”
Although Shark tried to deny it, Lolly finished whatever was in her mouth and began giggling. She dropped her dress to the floor and pointed at him.
“Now that’s a blast from the past if I ever saw it! Except this time you’re the one that pissed the bed!” Obviously, neither man found this funny.
Sinbad took a few steps away from the bed, and approached her instead. He took a glance at the pie tin she was still holding.
“Yo, Princess,” he said to get her attention. “What’d you have in that thing you got there?”
Lolly stopped giggling and stared at him. “Uh…A Snickers pie. Don’t bother asking for a slice. I ate it all. Grandpa said I could!”
“Really now?” Sinbad took hold of the tin away from her. “Original recipe, made by one Anthony Worrall Thompson?”
She nodded, causing Sinbad to look at her with a look of mock surprise. “Damn, kid. You ate something meant for twelve adults! How the fuck are you not dead?”
As per Lolly’s wishes, Sinbad made to go. He patted her on the shoulder on his way out “Well, if you don’t die from hyperglycemic shock after this, see you at the Winter Formal.”
In the kitchen during lunch, Shark was eating leftover tomato soup while the rest of his family ate elaborate sandwiches. He could hear Bill mouthing off about something, followed by his mother’s drunken shouting.
He tried not to listen in as his grandmother then called Silver a ‘gold-digging whore’. Then he noticed his father stepping in and leaving a sandwich on the counter.
“Dad…?” But Shark was shushed when Dennis put a finger to his lips.
“Don’t tell your relatives,” he whispered as he wandered back into the dining room.
As soon as he was gone, and presumably distracting everyone else, Shark took hold of his sandwich. Instead of eating it though, he put it in the fridge and went back out to his room.
For whatever reason, he didn’t have much of an appetite now. When he got back up to his room, Shark pulled out his phone and called Sinbad.
“Am I bothering you?” Shark croaked out when Sinbad picked up.
“Eh? Nah,” Sinbad told him over the sound of Goodwin screaming in the background. “What’s up?”