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Wild Card - 3. Whatever Cory Wants

Almost feel sorry for 'Rain sometimes.......

Wild Card – Chapter Three – Whatever Cory Wants

Dusk stole over the roofs and treetops. The stark tree branches etched into the shades of pink and orange that broke over the horizon, painting the clouds before bleeding back into the dark. Sounds of life rose despite the chill in the air—the rustle and call of winter birds, the foraging and chittering of squirrels—all echoing in the light morning fog.

The newly dawning day was a poetically beautiful sight, but I was too occupied to appreciate it.

Instead, I contemplated my truck.

Somehow, I believed that by not unpacking, I could escape the necessity of figuring out where all the pieces of my life had fallen—at least the ones that hadn’t slipped through my fingers. But, there was only so much sleeping I could do—at some point, lethargy and inaction become impossible to sustain. Sometime before dawn, I had slipped out of bed to enjoy some quiet before Efrain forced me to eat or nagged me again to call my friends, and my feet had dragged me into to the kitchen where I automatically set a pot of coffee on to brew.

As the familiar morning scents filled the kitchen, I stared out the window over the sink. The fog was thin enough that I could make out the shapes of other houses, but those shapes only served to put mine and Efrain’s vehicles in focus, making it impossible to stare into space. No matter how much I tried to not see it, the fluttering of blue tarp kept drawing my eyes to the driveway. Eventually, I found myself standing in the cold morning air, staring at my truck as the sun came up.

I recalled some of what I’d packed in my flight from Texas, but some things under that blue tarp were a mystery. In my haste to leave, I had grabbed blindly, only stopping to consider what I was packing when I realized I couldn’t take it all. I couldn’t be certain what percentage of my whole life rested in the bed of my truck, or which of the things that I’d been forced to leave behind I wouldn’t be able to live without, or what would happen to those abandoned parts. It was entirely possible that my things were now sitting on the curb, waiting for garbage pick-up. Pieces of my childhood could be laying in some unknown Texas landfill before the day ended.

So, what parts of me weren’t trash? What parts had been saved? Were they the worthwhile ones, or were the remains of my life just useless junk? Question piled upon question as I stared at the truck, waiting for the weight of those questions to overpower my fear of their answers. My body took over as my mind warred with itself, closing the distance between myself and the truck bed. I pulled loose the cables and let the tarp fall over the side to reveal what I had stashed there three days ago.

Slowly, I lifted a storage tub and carted it into the living room before going back for another. Once I had the bed emptied, I grabbed my keys and started on the cab. I had used any bag I could find to pack things up, resorting to garbage bags at one point, and just chucking things in the back toward the end. Loose items were loaded into laundry baskets from the basement until I had everything laid out in the living room.

One-by-one, I looked through the boxes, making a mental catalogue of everything I’d recovered. In one bin, I found my homecoming mums packed in small boxes under a stack of old football and soccer jerseys. Some of my old athletic gear was in another. Would have traded both to have the rest of my Mexican lanterns, but I considered myself lucky to get at least one box of them. I had most of my books, some of my old pictures, and more shoes that I didn’t really need (but was glad to have). As I had recently packed them, I knew what was in the bags, but still found myself going through them.

That was when I stumbled upon my unopened Christmas presents.

Now that I thought about it, it seemed childish to go back for my presents, but I knew there’d be money in some of them, which I was going to need since I only had myself to rely on. I pulled the gifts out of Cameron’s duffle bag and stacked them next to me. Out of habit, I found a notebook and a pen to list out who gave me what. My mother wouldn’t be around to die of shame if I never sent out thank you notes, but it wouldn’t hurt to keep up the practice.

As I thought, Uncle Johnny, my mom’s mother, and a few others, sent me some of those credit card gift cards. Aunt Mary made me a beanie with matching scarf and gloves. One of my Dad’s friends gave me a wallet, and I got some books from the Wrathburns. Mom and Dad gave me a watch. I added them to my list, even though I didn’t think they’d accept a card from me, regardless of the purpose.

I wondered if they’d even bothered to open what I had left under the tree for them.

~*~*~*~

Our bed was half-empty and cold when I woke up. Cory’d been sleeping rather soundly when I undressed and crawled back in bed with him, rousing only to snuggle closer when I spooned up behind him. However, the guy had been asleep for almost two days in a row, while I’d barely scraped together one decent night’s sleep. I shouldn’t have been surprised that he was up and about long before I was.

He’d picked up his clothes at some point, either putting them back on or throwing them in the hamper, but there was no other sign of him in the room. I listened, trying to figure out where he was or what he was doing, but heard nothing. Yet again, I found myself needing to go out to find my boyfriend. I slid out of bed and slipped on sweats and t-shirt. The room was comfortably warm, but the hardwood floors were cold as fuck, so I nabbed some socks before shuffling out of the room and following the scent of coffee into the kitchen.

Cory had put on a pot, probably when he woke up, which was fucking awesome because I needed the caffeine. I assumed that he’d only been awake for a little while since the pot was full, but the coffee was ice cold when I poured a cup. I know for a fact that the coffee maker stays on for at least two hours after it brews, so this pot had to be way older than that. I still drank it (because cold coffee is still coffee, and I was half-asleep), but poured out the rest and set up a new pot. While fresh coffee brewed, I rubbed sleep from my eyes and tried to clear out my foggy brain enough to calculate how long Cory had to have been out of bed. I stifled a yawn and gave up, deeming it too fucking early for timelines.

As I waited, I caught a flutter of blue outside the window. The tarp that had been over the truck now hung loose over the side, the stretch cables used to tie it down were left on the ground. The boxes and bins, as well as most of the items in the cab, were gone. I cursed. If he’d left the front door unlocked, he may have done the same for his truck.

“Cory?” I called, but received no answer. I at least found him when I made it to the living room, and solved the empty truck issue. He really had gotten an early start to the morning. Half-a-dozen boxes and bins with his name on them in a woman’s neat and flowery script, along with the couple trash bags I saw last night, formed a semicircle on the living room floor. He’d nabbed the laundry baskets out of the basement to bring in all the odds and ends he’d crammed in. The guy even had time to riffle through everything, as a considerable amount from each container spilled out onto the floor. Strings of tin star lanterns, shoes, clothes, bedding, sports equipment, books, old football and soccer jerseys.

In the middle of all that sat Cory Indian-style with his back against an old duffle bag with “Cameron C.” stitched on the side. He’d pulled a beanie with a Fair Isle pattern done in our school colors, Chicago maroon and burnt orange, over his hair and had the matching scarf around his neck. Neat little stacks of greeting cards and gift cards on his left contrasted with the messy heap of ripped envelopes and Christmas wrapping paper on his right. Other things, like gloves that matched his hat and scarf, a Fossil watch case, and a new leather wallet, laid in front of him. He’d even located his cellphone.

I don’t think he really saw any of it, though. I couldn’t even be sure that he noticed I was in the room with him. He just sat there, messing with the fringe on his scarf and staring into space.

I set my coffee on a side table and crouched down in front of him. “You with me, man?”

“Huh?” He stared at me blankly, then shook his head. “Sorry, just thinking.”

“About?” I asked. He lifted the book he had open in his lap to show me the cover. “Modern Fables?”

“The couple I volunteered for gave me some books for Christmas,” he said. “Mr. Wrathburn used to help me with my AP Lit work. I think that’s the only reason I scored a four on that exam.”

“I see,” I said. I looked at the page he’d had open. “Humpty Dumpty?”

He shrugged. “Was kinda thinking that it was weird that everyone thinks he’s an egg. Ya know? Like maybe it’s just a guy, and he’s on the wall, then he falls and splat! But, you can’t put a guy with his brains all on the sidewalk in a children’s book, so you make it an egg.”

I nodded, unsure of how to react.

“But, then I got to thinking,” he continued. “Why is he on the wall and why does he fall down? Was he pushed, or was he suicidal? Why doesn’t anyone think about that?”

“How long has that been going on?”

“I don’t know,” he said, his tone empty. “It was still dark out when I woke up, but I couldn’t get back to sleep. Thought it was good a time as any to unload the truck.”

“I was wondering about that,” I said.

“I was just grabbing things when I left, so I wasn’t sure what I packed. Still have a lot back at my parents’, but I’ll deal. I forgot that I stole my Christmas presents before I took off.”

“That took some balls,” I said.

“Decided to open them.”

“I can see that.”

Cory grunted in acknowledgement.

“That mean you’re holding up better?”

“I think so,” he said, unaware of how unconvincing he sounded.

“Hey, there’s an upside to this,” I said.

He gave me a strange look.

“You’re mine now, and I don’t have to let you go for the holidays ever again.”

“There is that,” he said.

“So, unpacking and staring into space all morning?” I prompted.

“Was taking stock of what all I have. The truck and my insurance are in my name, so my parents can’t take that. I took their names off my bank account and credit card a few months back, so they can’t cut off my finances.” He looked down at his knee where one end of his scarf rested and started picking at the fringe. “I have enough in scholarships and grants that I can make it on my own. Might have to get a job or something during the off-season. I can handle that.”

“You got me, gatito,” I said, straddling his lap and tilting up his chin. “So none of this ‘on my own’ shit, alright?” He nodded, closing his eyes as if trying to hide how they watered up. I held his face between my hands before he could turn away. “Also, if it comes to it, I’ll help you out.” His arms wrapped around me as I brushed a handful of kisses across his lips. “Just, don’t disappear on me again. Please?”

“Sorry,” he said, his lip trembling.

And then, I found myself doing something that would have sent my ass running if another guy pulled it on me—I rubbed noses with him.

Fucking Eskimo-goddamn-kisses.

All while brushing tears off his cheeks. I don’t think I had anymore barriers that this guy wasn’t going to run roughshod over, but the really scary thought was how little I minded the invasion. I let him press his face into my chest and ran my hands through his hair while he composed himself. There may have also been some kisses on the top of his head.

“We should get out of here,” I said, silently adding “before I do anymore cutesy crap and they revoke my ‘man card’”. Cory nodded against my chest. “Do something to take your mind off stuff.” I stroked over his back, and contented hums started cropping up between sniffles. He still wasn’t sobbing or puking his guts out, so I considered it a vast improvement over last night. “Could start with food. Then maybe…” I cast my eyes around the room for ideas before I noticed the bin of sports equipment. “Hey, you were going to play intramural soccer with Gio this semester, right?”

He gave me a muffled “Uh huh.”

“Maybe I could sign up with you,” I said.

“I’m not sure...”

“Come on, it’ll be great. You could coach me, and I’ll get mad skills. Then you, me, and Zoe can team up against Juaquin and Eric when we go back for Easter,” I told him.

He gave me a skeptical look.

“You can’t tell me handing my brother his own ass again wouldn’t be fucking awesome.”

“Fine,” he sighed.

“Let’s go then,” I said, getting up off his lap and reaching down to pull him up with me.

“Why?”

“I need you to help me pick out cleats.”

~*~*~*~

Here’s the thing I never got—why do they always have big box pet and athletic stores in the same plaza? Do they sign up together or something? Do people really need to buy shit for their pets and athletic crap at the same time that often?

Cory had allowed me to drag him into the shower and into a change of clothes, and had limped along with me as we grabbed something quick to eat. He even stayed with me enough to help me pick out soccer cleats, and a decent pair of indoor soccer shoes just in case. We’d discovered that he’d brought back more soccer equipment than he originally intended, so I didn’t need to get shin guards, but we both needed to pick up some socks to go over them. I even convinced him to buy a few things for himself with his gift cards, reasoning that the givers would’ve wanted him to treat himself.

“You might want to shave your legs,” Cory told me as we left the store.

“Come again?”

“I never had to because my leg hair’s not that bad,” he said. “But, the other guys used to. Said the socks and shin guards pulled the fuck out of their hair, and that it was just easier to shave.” He shrugged.

I trailed behind him, trying to remember whether or not Juaquin shaved. Not that I really paid attention to my brother’s fucking bowlegs, but they did look kinda silky smooth during soccer season.

This was going to suck, but my boy was still too fucking morose for me to go back on my promise. Maybe I could wear pants until the end of the season. Or, go full cholo with some knee-high socks if I really had to wear shorts.

Just as I was thinking of some way of asking Preston how to not look like a bitch until my leg hair grew back in without him coming up with another stupid nickname for me, Cory stopped in the middle of the sidewalk in front of the PetPlanet.

“Cats,” he said.

“What about cats?” I noticed him studying the sandwich board advertising an adoption and fundraising event.

“Cats will make me happy,” he said, and wandered on into the store.

Great.

I followed him into the chaos. In the warmer months, these kinds of events would crop up in the parking lot. However, the winter weather had forced everyone inside. The fish and small pet sections were fine, but the rest of the store had been taken over by several adoption and rescue organizations. The dog agencies had their charges in pens in the front of the store and throughout the expansive dog section. The cat agencies took up the large aisle between the hamster cages and the cat grooming supplies, with a couple others in the back.

Thankfully, Cory bypassed the crowds of squealing children and noisy animals, finding a quieter corner of the store, where space had been allotted for “Tom and Queen’s Haven”. Cages of kittens and cats had been lined up on the foldout tables, with an attractive guy in his mid-to-late forties and a couple volunteers tending to them. Something about the man’s face looked familiar, but I couldn’t place it. I was beginning to think it was all in my head, until he gave a surprised start when Cory drifted by the cage he’d been straightening. His eyes went even wider and he laughed when he saw me following behind. But, I still couldn’t recognize the guy, let alone where I’d know him from. One of the school alumni, maybe?

Fortunately, the man didn’t force me to come up with a name.

“Jimmy Douglas,” he said, extending his hand with a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Efrain Garza,” I answered, shaking his hand. He tilted his head toward my boyfriend, whose attention was already fixed on a cage full of fluffy tabbies. “Cory Card,” I supplied.

“Aha, kinda wondered about that,” he said, his deep voice adding to my confusion. I knew the guy from somewhere, so it was driving me a little crazy that I couldn’t figure it out. “Welcome to Tom and Queen’s Haven for Cats.”

He started going into some spiel about not-for-profit fosters and no-kills and spay-and-release programs when a young woman interrupted him.

“Hey, Dad, I got Sassy,” she said as she plonked an indignantly mewling cardboard pet carrier onto the table. Her voice was as soft and feminine as Jimmy’s was deep and manly. “Papa found her hiding under the couch with her hoard.”

“Great, of course she’d be there. I’m sure your sister will be happy to have back her stolen barrettes,” he laughed. “You can put Miss Thing in the second kennel.” The woman nodded then opened the carrier to pull out ‘Miss Sassy Thing’, the source of the angry, but tiny, meows. “Oh yeah, Josie, love?”

“Yeah, Dad?” she answered, her attention fixed on the carrier as it suddenly started rocking side-to-side. Josie seemed to have caught her charge and was pulling it out as her father extended his hand to me.

“Want to introduce you to Efrain,” he said. Her jaw dropped and she halted in the middle of lifting the kitten out when she finally noticed me. The small cat—cream colored with pale orange on its nose, ears, and tail—struggled in her hands as Jimmy directed her attention to Cory, who’d just turned around at hearing my name. “And his boyfriend, Cory.”

“Wait, how did you—” I started, but got cut off as Cory had taken it upon himself to notice “Sassy”.

“Holy shit! Can I hold her?!”

Josie shook herself. “Um, yeah, sure,” she said and handed over the wriggling little bundle—the same wriggling little bundle that turned into a little ball of feline affection as soon as Cory started cooing at her.

“Such pretty blue eyes you have,” Cory told the cat.

“You’re in luck,” Jimmy said. “She’s the last one out of the litter with those markings.”

“There were a couple points like her, but the rest are all tabbies and tuxedos,” Josie added.

“Tuxedo?” I asked.

“Black with white markings,” she said. “Sassy’s an apricot lynx-point. No papers on her, though.”

“Aw, listen to that engine,” Cory said to Sassy, who, I must admit, was purring pretty damn loud. “Must have a hemiblock under there!”

“This dumb broad got a registered colorpoint shorthair thinking she’d get into breeding,” Jimmy said, most likely misinterpreting my perplexed look as confusion over Josie’s words and not the on-going interaction between my boyfriend and the kitten. “Only, the cat ran out the house during her second heat and found her own stud. Luckily, little kitty was able to carry the litter and her idiot owner surrendered the kittens to us.”

“Dad, I’m telling Aunt Tara you’re talking shit about her again.”

“You’re a sweet little girl, huh?” Cory said, ignoring the rest of us.

“Love the woman, but she’s still a dumbass,” Jimmy said, waving his hand dismissively. “Anyhow, we raised them ourselves, with our cats and dog, so they’re good with both.” I half listened as Jimmy continued, my attention more on Cory, who held the cat up to his face and was rubbing noses with her. Oddly enough, the cat seemed to like it, her meows sounding more like responses to his sweet talking. “Like Josie said, Sassy here is the last of the litter with points.”

“The brat bolted when we were trying to gather them,” Josie said.

“Poor little girl, saddled with a name like ‘Sassy’,” Cory said to the cat. “I’d run too if they tried to call me ‘Sassy’.” The kitten mewled pitifully and he cradled her against his chest. “Yes, I think it’s a silly thing to name a cat, too. Besides, you look more like a ‘Lola’ to me.” She meowed again and rubbed her head against his hand. “Yes, definitely a ‘Lola’.” He looked up at me. “Doesn’t she look like a ‘Lola’?”

He held her up to my face as if closer inspection was needed. This closer inspection was as unnecessary as the small kitten lick I got on the end of my nose.

“That was very nice of you,” Cory said, cuddling her back to his chest. “’Rain probably needed another bath.” Sassy/Lola started kneading his t-shirt and purring heavily. “Always wanted a kitty. If I could, I’d take you home and you could be my Lola.”

“I will say this,” Jimmy said, an odd look on his face. “I’ve never seen her act that sweet before.”

I continued to watch Cory make kissy faces at the cat, seeming more peaceful and happy than I’d seen him since coming back. Jealousy dug sharp claws into my chest—I’d been trying to get him back to his old self, with minimal results, and this cat just prances on in and he’s laughing and smiling again. Only, the moment anger tried to rear up, I took one look at Cory’s grin and it all faded.

Oh, fuck.

That my emotional states had become so entangled with Cory’s that I couldn’t be happy if he wasn’t should have been proof enough that I was fucking in love with the guy. If I needed any other sign, the little fluttery feelings in my chest over watching my guy get excited over this cat would more than suffice. Without my realizing it, the bastard had undermined my defenses and made himself comfortable. Funny thing is, he probably didn’t realize how he affected me, either. This all was just Cory being Cory.

God, I’m fucked.

“We’ll take her!”

When several surprised faces turned to me, I realized that shout had come from my mouth. Something lingered under Cory’s shocked expression, triggering more of those goddamn flutters, and I got all melty.

“We’ll take Lola,” I said at a more reasonable volume.

“’Rain,” Cory said. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Give me the damn papers,” I told Jimmy, who laughed. He waved his hand to Josie, and she produced a clipboard and pen. I handed over my bank card, still flush with Christmas cash, so she could charge me the adoption fee. As I filled in our information, Cory watched me, his face still bewildered in a way that kept my heart going pitter-patter. “We’ll need to get some supplies for her,” I told him, and his face broke out in this huge smile.

“Yeah,” he said, then looked down at Lola. “Hear that? You’re our Lola now.” Our Lola perked up, and her tail swished.

Seriously fucked.

I cleared my throat, retreating into gruffness before I fucking swooned like some goddamn girl, and, after I signed my name, ran back to the front of the store for a shopping cart. When I returned, Cory was chatting up the Douglases about the kinds of food they fed Lola, the types of toys she liked, and all of her other preferences.

By this time, I think it had finally sunk in for Cory that the kitten in his hand was his, and he was clearly excited. He began leading me around the store, selecting this and that item, rattling off the merits of products, as if reading from a shopping list. I did most of the grabbing since he had yet to put Lola down.

“How do you know all this stuff?” I asked.

“The people I volunteered for ran a cat rescue,” he answered.

“You volunteered at a cat rescue?”

“Since I was a kid,” he said, placing a litter pan in our cart before selecting a mat to place underneath it. “A couple of my scholarships are for my ‘lifetime commitment to serving animals in need’.”

“‘Lifetime commitment’, eh?”

Cory shrugged. “Between volunteering on the weekends, and during the week over breaks, and all the fundraisers and events,” he said, “I have over a thousand community service hours.”

“Didn’t know that,” I said, and grabbed the trash can looking thing he pointed to that was supposed to keep the used cat litter from stinking up the place.

“Don’t talk about it much,” Cory replied. “Cat obsession isn’t the most masculine of traits. My brothers only put up with it, I think, because it got them laid. I swear, girls learn that they took their ‘baby brother’ to help rescue kitties and panties drop.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“Totally serious. Caiden kept a picture in his wallet of me and him bottle feeding two-week-old kittens for that express purpose. He probably has it on his phone now.” Cory’s smile slipped, and I wondered if he was thinking about whether or not Caiden would keep that picture with him after everything came to light. “At any rate,” he said, straightening himself, “I’ve always wanted a cat, and now I have Lola.”

Something about the way he looked at me then made my knees wobble, and I was thankful he moved on to the grooming section before I did something foolish.

Cory nabbed the usual stuff—grooming brush, flea treatments, shampoo, clippers, etc—but then he picked up these acrylic caps that were supposed to be glued on the cat’s claws and I finally found something to pull my ass out of love fool mode.

“You’re putting nails on the cat?” I asked.

“Sure, why not?” he said. He put down the box he had, then selected a set of colored caps—one half in light blue, the other clear with blue glitter. “What do you think, Lola?” She pawed at the box Cory shook in front of her. “Yeah, I think it matches your eyes, too,” he said and tossed it into the cart.

“Oh my God,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I said.

Cory grinned at me before turning back around. I swear I heard, “That’s what I thought,” but wasn’t going to challenge it.

“Besides,” Cory said. “With her nails capped, she can’t claw up Indie’s furniture. I’m sure that’ll make him less pissy about us bringing home a pet.”

I cursed myself under my breath for being too besotted to think about how I was going to get the cat past my roommate. I saw one of two things happening—he was either going to be royally pissed off, or he was going to raz my stupid ass. I wasn’t looking forward to him coming home. Cory seemed oblivious, however.

“How about a collar?” he asked Lola. He picked one out for her consideration. She batted at it once. “Me neither,” Cory said as he put it back. “Oh! This one!” He pulled another collar off the hook, pink with little cupcakes on it. There was even a small cupcake charm next to the bell on the clasp that Lola tried to play with.

“Cupcakes?”

“She’s a girl cat,” he said. “Why can’t she wear girly stuff?”

I rolled my eyes.

Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets.” Cory laughed and sang to her as he threw the collar into the cart and waltzed over to the cat toys. “And little man,” Cory turned back to me, putting me and the cat nose-to-nose. “Little Lola wants you.”

He continued humming, stepping back in to sing, “I always get what I aim for, and your heart and soul is what I came for,” which drew giggles from the other shoppers that he didn’t bother to notice. He hummed some more (because he couldn’t remember all the lyrics, probably), then slipped back into song. “I’m irrezeestable, you fool.” He teased Lola with a feather toy. “Give in.” He threw it in the cart. “Give in.” He picked up a catnip mouse to toss in the cart. “Give in.” A lazer pointer joined the pile before Cory sauntered over to pick out a cat bed. “You’ll never win.”

And, I gave in.

God, I was going to throw his ass down and fuck him senseless if I didn’t get him out of the store soon, adoption event be damned.

Two snorts of laughter drew my attention away from Kitten and kitten.

“’Lothario’ and ‘White Bread’ are almost unrecognizable when they aren’t trying to fuck on my dancefloor,” Jimmy said to Josie in a stage whisper, and she laughed again.

I suddenly remembered where I’d last heard that voice, and ended up pushing the cart into a cat litter display. Cory spun around with a curious look.

“Sorry, ‘bout that, boys,” he said.

“Allow us to reintroduce ourselves,” Josie offered.

“This,” Jimmy said, holding his arms out with much dramatic flair, “is Josephine ‘Josie’ Douglas, stage name JoeD, my biological daughter and drag son.”

Cory’s eyes went wide. “No way!”

“And this,” she gestured toward her father dramatically, and he bowed. “Is, my biological father and drag mom, Jimmy Douglas, stage name Elle Porcine—the ‘queen’ in ‘Tom and Queen’, and the little piggy that owns Market.”

~*~*~*~

In case you didn't know what Cory's singing: Gwen Verdon "Whatever Lola Wants" for Damn Yankees
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I hope that Lola keeps Cory out of his funk. It's a smart move in many ways, because now Cory has someone he's responsible for, and rthat responsibility will mean he'll have less time to worry about his own situation. Of course, Lola is probably going to object at times when Efrain and Cory wants sex...and I can't wait for the first time that happens :D It'll be fun to read.

 

And I bet that Preston falls in love with Lola, too, and that he ensures that Indie doesn't object too much to having a pet around the house. :devil:

What's going to happen is, Indie will hate Lola initially, but Lola will absolutely love him and work her charm on him and he will eventually and begrudgingly fall in love with her. I think Cory just found a new place to volunteer his time to maybe get himself out of his funk. You mentioned that he found his phone, but you didn't say if he had charged it or not, or if the service was still on. If it hasn't been charged yet, hopefully, he'll find some voicemails on there from at least one of his brothers. Great Job as always....can't wait for more!!!

On 09/14/2016 10:40 AM, Graeme said:

I hope that Lola keeps Cory out of his funk. It's a smart move in many ways, because now Cory has someone he's responsible for, and rthat responsibility will mean he'll have less time to worry about his own situation. Of course, Lola is probably going to object at times when Efrain and Cory wants sex...and I can't wait for the first time that happens :D It'll be fun to read.

 

And I bet that Preston falls in love with Lola, too, and that he ensures that Indie doesn't object too much to having a pet around the house. :devil:

I'm sure Efrain will call Indie out on being a hypocrite if he complains about Lola. I mean, he does let his little terrier run all over the place.

 

Lola is a dream come true, literally. Cory can at least see that much. I do wonder how Lola and Efrain will react when they realize they'll have to share Cory. :D

On 09/14/2016 11:38 AM, JayT said:

What's going to happen is, Indie will hate Lola initially, but Lola will absolutely love him and work her charm on him and he will eventually and begrudgingly fall in love with her. I think Cory just found a new place to volunteer his time to maybe get himself out of his funk. You mentioned that he found his phone, but you didn't say if he had charged it or not, or if the service was still on. If it hasn't been charged yet, hopefully, he'll find some voicemails on there from at least one of his brothers. Great Job as always....can't wait for more!!!

I could see Indie coming to appreciate her special brand of sauciness, just as he enjoys Preston's. Jimmy and Josie, along with the as-yet un-met members of their household, will show up again. Elle was too much of a fun character to not revisit!

The phone will be addressed next chapter.

Maybe it's just going to be lighthearted fun, but this felt like a big deal to me. I guess just because of the previous context of how much Cory loves cats. Kitten is his spirit animal and nickname, but after we saw how much he's always wanted a cat and could never have one thanks to dear old dad, Cory actually getting a cat is huge for him. Efrain didn't fully grasp why Cory was looking at him like that when he said they could keep Lola. But then again, Efrain was busy having his own revelation about how absolutely head over heels in love he is with Cory. Seeing that smile was all he needed and he'll do anything to keep it there.

 

Either way it felt like a rather significant bonding moment in their relationship. Now if only we can see Cory have that same reaction to Efrain's emotional state. Either way these two are getting closer and closer and it's heartening to see it. All in all, this was a very fun chapter, with plenty to smile about what with Cory getting cupcake collars and singing in the pet store. A nice break from the heaviness of the last few chapters. Though I am dying to find out more about the phone.

 

Thanks for another great chapter Dayne. :)

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On 09/14/2016 04:33 PM, JeffreyL said:

After all the heartbreak, it is fun to see Cory finally get his kitty fix. And fun to hear Efrain's thoughts about falling in love. The wild card is still the brothers. Can't wait to find out how they react to their parent's treatment of Cory. Thanks for more good reading. Jeff

Thanks, Jeff! This was a fun chapter to write (which explains why y'all got an update in less than a week -_- ). The brothers are indeed still a wild card in this whole mess, but, trust me, they aren't the only ones!

On 09/14/2016 02:28 PM, spikey582 said:

Maybe it's just going to be lighthearted fun, but this felt like a big deal to me. I guess just because of the previous context of how much Cory loves cats. Kitten is his spirit animal and nickname, but after we saw how much he's always wanted a cat and could never have one thanks to dear old dad, Cory actually getting a cat is huge for him. Efrain didn't fully grasp why Cory was looking at him like that when he said they could keep Lola. But then again, Efrain was busy having his own revelation about how absolutely head over heels in love he is with Cory. Seeing that smile was all he needed and he'll do anything to keep it there.

 

Either way it felt like a rather significant bonding moment in their relationship. Now if only we can see Cory have that same reaction to Efrain's emotional state. Either way these two are getting closer and closer and it's heartening to see it. All in all, this was a very fun chapter, with plenty to smile about what with Cory getting cupcake collars and singing in the pet store. A nice break from the heaviness of the last few chapters. Though I am dying to find out more about the phone.

 

Thanks for another great chapter Dayne. :)

All the way back when "E-P-I-C" was nothing more than a shower scene and an intense 3-way on the living room floor (that never even made it to the final cut), I got this idea that my two lovers would eventually have a cat. Back then, it was just lighthearted fun, but now, yeah, it kinda is a big deal. And Cory is going to make damn sure Efrain knows it! :D

The heaviness isn't over, but Lola will lift some of the burden.

On 09/14/2016 12:30 PM, John Prz said:

Awh Efrain, how cute that he thinks he's digging his own tomb when in reality is just letting Cory in without any wall. That is something that not everyone is able to, and show how much in love he is.

And...

Am I the only one that thought about Lola from the movie Kinky Boots when Cory started signing!?

He is, though! JJ and Indie were irritating enough when they just believed that Efrain is in love with Cory--just imagine how incorrigible they'll be once they found out how right they were.

 

Also, had to go watch that scene from Kinky Boots. After I pulled myself back out of the morass of kitten live-stream cams and drag queen vids, I still think Gwen Verdon is tops.

I very much doubt Cory's parents will bother to throw out his stuff, at least not while his brothers are there. I fully expect Connor to turn up with everything which was left. After having told his parents exactly what he thinks of their stuped behavior. :pissed:
It's good to see Efrain instinctively knowing what he needs to do about Cory's kitty cravings, even if he didn't know the back story like we did. I bet this stunt will get him laid for months. :P Of course I also loved the fact Efrain admitted to himself how he felt and that there was no way back. Now he just needs to admit it to Cory too, but I think Cory may beat him to the L word. :lol:

On 09/15/2016 04:51 AM, Timothy M. said:

I very much doubt Cory's parents will bother to throw out his stuff, at least not while his brothers are there. I fully expect Connor to turn up with everything which was left. After having told his parents exactly what he thinks of their stuped behavior. :pissed:

It's good to see Efrain instinctively knowing what he needs to do about Cory's kitty cravings, even if he didn't know the back story like we did. I bet this stunt will get him laid for months. :P Of course I also loved the fact Efrain admitted to himself how he felt and that there was no way back. Now he just needs to admit it to Cory too, but I think Cory may beat him to the L word. :lol:

It's one thing to admit it in the confines of one's own head, but entirely another to say so out loud. Still got some work to do on Efrain. Of course the one-two-punch of Cory with his new kitten, and Cory's gratitude for said kitten could be too much for Wolfie to handle!

As for Connor, Jr's plans. Cory could have some clue to them if he'd only answer his phone.....

On 09/15/2016 05:04 AM, Puppilull said:

  • Who can resist the power of kitty purrs?! I'm glad Lola could pull Cory out of his sad state and give him something else to focus on. Efrain might be a tiny bit jealous, but I agree with him that it's so worth it. Even if Indie will have a fit.

Only the worst sort, Puppi. Efrain may have blindly stumbled upon the Lola solution, but you better believe he's going to use it.

Poetically beautiful sunrise was perfectly described.
Im betting that Lola will eventually do a whole lot more than help just Cory. Efrain may be jealous but he's doomed. And if it makes Cory smile.... Let's see how quickly Preston, Indie, and all the house guests are snowed in by Lola's charms.

 

I absolutely love how Efrain has fallen. Now to just say it. He might be losing his man-card, but, wait..for..it... He's gaining Cory-Card.. No? I should stop you say? Kk.... :huh:

 

Nice chapter. This note of levity is preparing us for what's coming maybe?

On 09/15/2016 07:40 AM, Defiance19 said:

Poetically beautiful sunrise was perfectly described.

Im betting that Lola will eventually do a whole lot more than help just Cory. Efrain may be jealous but he's doomed. And if it makes Cory smile.... Let's see how quickly Preston, Indie, and all the house guests are snowed in by Lola's charms.

 

I absolutely love how Efrain has fallen. Now to just say it. He might be losing his man-card, but, wait..for..it... He's gaining Cory-Card.. No? I should stop you say? Kk.... :huh:

 

Nice chapter. This note of levity is preparing us for what's coming maybe?

As long as Lola gets what she wants, then the boys will be just fine. Lets just hope that she gets what she wants.

On 09/15/2016 08:55 AM, skinnydragon said:

I'm glad this chapter was posted when I read the last one! A seriously depressed Cory was not sitting well with me. Not that he's completely out of the woods, but Lola will give him two things he needs: "family" love--I mean the cat family ;) -- and a place to focus, unrelated to the Texas trash <_< .

 

Good writing, as always, Dayne!

Lola is an important addition to Cory's "family of choice". He'll need some time to mourn the loss of his "family of birth", but she'll bring him some much needed love.

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