Your Problematic Faves

Dottie crossed her arms over her chest, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her eyes stayed glued on the doors to the police station. she didn’t want to go in, staying outside meant she could leave if she decided to finally listen to her brain when it came to him and run in the other direction. For someone so smart, her heart kept winning this one. His call had started casual, something about a bar fight and needing to get picked up at the police station. Of course, she came, not changing out of her pajamas.

“Stop eating my cheese balls, goddamn it!” Charlie calls from the kitchen, an empty bucket where said cheese balls were housed gripped tightly in his hand, when he finds them brushing their teeth.

“Mama, mama,” Asher tugged on the edge of his mothers shirt, pulling her attention away from the laundry she was folding and giving her son a hum of acknowledgment. The five year old pointed at the person that had joined them in the apartment complex's’ laundry room, up until this point it had just been Maggie and her twins, Asher bouncing off the walls and Xavier playing with Legos.

Asher leaned in towards his mom and whispered, “I’m gonna show ‘em my light up shoes.” Before Maggie could even respond, he was darting up to other and introducing himself. “Hi! My names Asher and I have light up shoes. Look,” He proceeded to jump up and down, beaming with pride as his shoes lit up.

Trey shoved his hands in pockets, nodding his head as he listened to the officers warning. He almost rolled his eyes, he never did something so crazy that he couldn’t be bailed out and he had all the bail money in the world. He gave a few polite 'yes sir’s and 'won’t happen again officer’s although everyone knew that he was full of shit. His nose was still sore from one of the punches that managed to land but the stiffness in his knuckles reminded him that he won that fight.

Cam pushed his tongue against his teeth, leaning against the shopping cart as he pushed it through the store. He had to restock his nephews’ fruit snack stash, or his sister was going to hang him from the fire escape. He kept his head down, hoping to not be recognized by anyone. He hated being back in the neighborhood he grew up in almost as much as he hated sleeping in his sister’s coat closet. He’d left to travel for a reason. He was writing and traveling, and having the time of his life.

Until he got drunk and high in Italy and almost caused an international incident. He lost everything, all his assets, his job. Nowhere to go, and now he was back here.

“Penis’ are fascinating,” Toothbrush hanging from her mouth, Chloe leans against the bathroom countertop, watching the other as she scrubs her teeth. “Like not even sexually,” she spits into the sink, “I just have so many questions and curiosities and every time I try to ask them, it just always gets turned sexual. And then I oblige because sex is great, right, but then my question is never answered.” She shakes her head in disappointment.

Nari stood in front of her mirror, her nose scrunched and her teeth worrying her bottom lip until the skin was raw. She was fussing with her hair, figuring out how best to frame her face or maybe push it behind her ear. She was obviously nervous; she was never really bold when it came to initiating anything with her partner, but now she was worried. Would he think she’s not interested? Because she was, very much so.

Cam pressed his palms into his eyes, wandering into the kitchen from his ‘room’ (Maggie had converted her large storage closet into a makeshift bedroom; it only fit his bed, a lamp, and a nightstand. All his books and clothes were stored in plastic bins in the hallway.) He grabbed a bag of fruit snacks, popping one into his mouth when he was startled by the presence of someone else. His sister had mentioned something about a friend coming over to watch the boys while she picked up a shift at the diner.