Chapter 92: Sly

Shit, should I have said something when I heard her crying? Hell if I knew what to do.

Still kept thinking about it. What made bitches feel better?

It hurt, hearing her sniffling, seeing her arm move to wipe away tears.

Maybe I didn’t have to say anything. Maybe I could just pull her against me, let her know I gave a shit.

She could fall asleep smiling instead of crying.

Pretending to sleep was easier. What if she pushed me away or thought I was a little bitch?

Instead, I felt the mattress dip and rise as she got out of bed.

And I caught her trying to sneak out. To be rid of me. Must’ve got tired of me like all the others.

She wasn’t having any of it. Stupid as fuck to try to stop her, to show I cared that much, but I was afraid.

In movies, couples fight all the damn time. The chick’s always pissed at the guy, while he’s trying to figure out what hit him.

But he doesn’t have to make some fancy apology or figure out what’s really wrong.

An argument can end with a kiss–and a fade to black as they head for the bed.

But I knew it wouldn’t have really worked, not for me. I wasn’t the leading man of some chick flick who could pull off that bullshit. I was a piece of shit.

I ran two fingers over my lips, still imagining a pissed off kiss. Like that’d fix everything.

Shit, was I crying like a little bitch? Over her? She’d laugh her ass off if she knew.

I decided to take a few days off from school–wasn’t like I had to be there. Most of my classes were independent study anyhow.

Didn’t text right away either, not when it’d make her think I gave too big a shit.

But she didn’t text back. Not one goddamn time.

Was that my phone?

…It was just Mom telling me to get my lazy ass out of my room and take my shit out of the dryer. Least she didn’t come up here to tell me.

Mango’d text me back when she got over her bullshit, yeah? She couldn’t get enough of me.

Pops found me outside the next day, looking down at the last place me and Tangerine had a date. Our first and last date.

He laid his hand on my shoulder, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the little food stall down below.

“Everything okay, son?” he asked.

“…My ass got dumped.” I sure as hell wouldn’t tell my mom, but I could tell my pops.

“Sorry to hear that,” he said. “I liked her.”

“I liked her too,” I said. “A whole fucking lot. But I ruined it, the way I ruin everything. No fucking way she’ll take me back now. It was fucked from the start.”

He didn’t respond right away. “Your mom and I met when we were very young,” he began.

“I know, you already told me like a hundred goddamn times.”

“She hated me at first,” he said, “and when we met up again, years later, it still wasn’t smooth sailing. Sometimes, timing is everything. Had to both get in a place where we were ready for a relationship. Maybe you and your Clementine aren’t there yet.”

That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. Thought he’d tell me to fight for her, to try to win her back in some grand gesture like in a fucking movie, even though I knew there was something broken that couldn’t be patched up.

“…She said I have issues.”

“Do you think you do?”

“…Yeah.”

“Issues can be worked through, son. But I hope this is something you want for yourself, not just something you’re doing for a girl, pretty as she is.”

I didn’t want to be fucked up anymore. “I’m not going to some woo-woo horseshit therapist,” I warned him.

He chuckled. “Plenty of therapists out there. Chances are you can find one you like. Took your mom some time too, and now she won’t see anybody else.”

“…Thanks, Pops.”

Hell if I was seeing the same therapist as my mom, though.

“I’m here for you,” he said. “We Strider men don’t have it easy in love, not before marriage.”

“…You and Mom still aren’t married.”

He laughed. “Exactly.”

Maybe I’d never talk to Clementine again in my whole damn life. But if I did, I wanted to be ready for it.

18 thoughts on “Chapter 92: Sly

  1. Sly’s turn for a standing ovation (after a quick smack for those texts, omg 🤦🏻‍♀️) Sucks that losing Clementine was what it took, but it’s really big for him to admit that he has issues and needs to try and better himself.

    Hopefully he can find the strength to actually follow through! The next girl he dates will thank him for it 😂 (and, much more importantly, he will be so much happier and feel so much better about himself if he does!) You can do it, Sly! ❤️

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    1. Those texts were awful, LOL. And very Sly (well, old Sly, hopefully).

      Both of them are moving forward and trying to better themselves now! Maybe not together, but hey, that’s what they need for the foreseeable future.

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  2. Yay!!! Glad he talked to his pops. Why I thought he’d talk to his mom was dumb. Of course Bas would give him great advice!

    That last line was perfect! And it’s true!!!

    His texts. 🤣 He’s so clueless. Sigh. Yes, Sly, SHOWING you care would have changed everything. Ah well…I’m hoping they find their way back to each other one day. 😍

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    1. LOL, Sly has a hard enough time opening up–def not going to Mom, who’d probably give him shit instead of a listening ear.

      God, his texts. LOL. And aww, you’re still holding out hope for Sly and Clem! We’re so close to the end now…

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  3. Lover WitcHazard: Shipper he’s admitting he needs help! Bas was the one who talked to him you love Sebastian!

    Anti Shipper: She doesn’t want fancy words she wants action! Show her damn it! Anyway that’s what she said! I swear if she keeps this up the twins might have a new sibling on they way!

    Dark WitcHazard: His depressed faces give me life!😎

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    1. LOL! Shipper sat this one out–can’t blame her. 😉 Sly chapter came too soon!

      Action might not work on Clem right now because she doesn’t trust him. Too many wrong words, alas.

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  4. “We Strider men don’t have it easy in love, not before marriage.”
    “…You and Mom still aren’t married.” Didn’t you listen to him, kiddo? That’s what he meant to begin with *chuckle* 😁
    Please, get this boy a therapist at last who beats into his pighead that he’s more than his little man

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