You Suck: A Love Story Chapter 2~3

Chapter devilThe Last PoopSo that was it?Yep.N forever again? nonee.Not ever?Nope.I bump wish I should save them or some function.Would you notwithstanding flush and come out of thither.Chapter ThreeI am measly and My Cat Is HugeJody walked a step or two skunk Tommy, except watching him, as they made their way up trey Street toward Market. She was watching his reaction to his new senses, giving him some manner to insure around, whispering hints almost what he was experiencing. Shed gone through this herself only a couple up of months ago, and shed done it without a guide.I can c both for the hop up approach shot off the streetlamps, Tommy tell, looking up and spinning as he walked. Every window in every building is a different color.Try to just look at one thing at a time, Tommy. Dont let it all overwhelm you. Jody was waiting for him to comment on the breeze that each person was giving off. Not a heat aura, more(prenominal) of a life force. So far theyd only lo ok inton levelheaded red and pink ones not what she was looking for.Whats that noise, corresponding running piddle system? Tommy asked.Thats the sewers running under the street. All that stuff ordain fade after(prenominal)ward a while youll unchanging peck it, but you wont notice it unless you counsel.Its akin a thousand people ar talking in my head. He looked around at the few pedestrians who were out on the street.Televisions and radios, too, Jody accord tongue to. Try to focus on one thing, let the rest fall clog.Tommy stopped, looked up at an apartment window quatern floors up. theres a jackass up there having phone sex.Figures youd zero in on that, Jody verbalize. She foc go ford on the window. Yes, she could hear the goofball panting and giving instructions to someone on the phone. chew the fatmingly he felt the caller was a impure little nag and therefore inviteed to apply varieties of hot salsa to her body. Jody tried to hear the percentage on th e other end of the phone, but it was too faint the guy must soak up been wearing a headset.What a freak, Tommy said.Shhhh, Jody said. Tommy, close your w ramificationness and listen. For she-bop the salsa guy. Dont look.Tommy closed his center fields and stood in the middle of the sidewalk. What?Jody leaned against a No Parking sign and smiled. Whats just to the right of you?How do I make out? I was looking up.I k like a shot. Focus. bear in mind. Two feet from your right run, what is it?This is dumb.Just listen. Listen to the shape of the sound coming from your right.Okay. Tommy squinted, showing he was concentrating.A couple of androgynous students dressed in black with severe fuzz, probably from the honorary society of Art on the next block, walked by and barely gave them a look until Tommy said, I can hear a box. A rectangle.Acid noob, said one of the students, who sounded like it might be a guy.I regard as my commencement trip, said the other, who was probably a girl. I wandered into the mens agency at the Metreon and thought I was in a Marcel Duchamp installation.Jody waited for them to fall drink whence asked, Yes, a rectangle, solid, hollow, what? She was a little giddy now, bouncing on the balls of her feet. This was better than secureing shoes.Its hollow. Tommy tilted his head. Its a newspaper machine. He loose his eyes, looked at the newspaper box, then at Jody, his face lit up like a toddler who has just discovered chocolate for the start-off time.She ran into his arms and kissed him. I imbibe so oft to show you.why didnt you tell me? Tommy asked.How could I? Do you have words for what youre hearing? For what youre perceive?Tommy let her go and looked around, took a deep breath through his nose, as if checking the bouquet of a wine. No. I dont know how to say these things.See, thats why I had to share this with you.Tommy nodded, but looked a little forlorn. This part is good. further the other partWhat other part?The foul, dead, blood-drinking part. Im still starving.Dont whine, Tommy. Nobody likes a whiner.Hungry, he said.She knew how he felt, she was feeling some of it herself, but she didnt know how to wreak the feeding problem. Tommy had always been her go-to blood guy now they were going to have to hunt. She could do it, she had done it, but she didnt want to do it. Come on, well get a line this out. Dont pout. Lets go watch people on Market Street. Youll like it. She took his cave in and dragged him up the street toward Market, where rivers of tourists, shoppers, and freaks were flowing up and bulge the streets and sidewalks. Rivers of blood.Everyone smells like sense datum and feet, Tommy said, standing on the sidewalk in front of a Wal thousands drugstore. It was still early in the evening and the convention crowd from the hotels was flowing down the sidewalks like a great migrating herd, looking for dinner or a watering hole. Out on the edges, hustlers, homeless, and hangers-on worked their a ngles, playing the secret path of eye contact to the pocket, while the herd defended itself by paying rapt worry to their companions, their cell phones, or a spot on the sidewalk xii feet ahead.Feet and pee, Tommy continued.You get used to it, Jody said.Is there a clean pair of underclothing anywhere on this street? Tommy shouted. You people are disgustingWould you drop down, Jody said. People are looking. They think youre crazy.Which makes me different, how?She looked up the street for the three blocks she could see there were about three people per block shouting at passersby, wild-eyed and angry, and obviously bat shit. She nodded. He had a point, but then she snatched his shirt collar and pulled his ear down to lip level. The difference is that you arent vitality anymore and its not a good idea to attract direction to yourself.Which is why you chose to wear that delightful ensemble from the skank-wear collection at Hoes-N-Thangs?You said you liked it. Jody had become a l ittle more provo zanyive in her dress since becoming a vampire but she saw it more as an expression of confidence, not a means to attract attention. Was it a predator thing? A power thing?I did do like it, but every guy who passes is staring at your cleavage. I can hear their heartbeats go up. Did you have to turn to mist to get into those jeans? You did, didnt you?A tap on Tommys shoulder. A young man in a white, short-sleeved dress shirt and a black tie had sidled up to him, holding out a pamphlet. You sound troubled, brother. Maybe this will help. The pamphlet proclaimed rejoice on the cover in big green letters.Jody covered her mouth and turned away so the guy wouldnt see her giggling.What? Tommy said, turning on the guy. What? What? What? Cant you see Im arduous to discuss my girlfriends uh well, those. Tommy gestured to Jodys shoulder, which was now where those had just been. Show him, Jody, Tommy said.Jody shook her head and started to walk away, her shoulders shaking w ith laughter.Theres a marrow here, said the tie guy. It can bring you comfort and pleasance.Yeah, well, I was trying to show you some examples of that, but there she goes with them.But this is a joy that goes beyond physical Yeah, like youd know, Tommy said, cupping his nose and mouth as if covering a sneeze. Listen, Id love to discuss this with you, buddy, but right now you have to GO HOME AND WASH YOUR ASS You smell like youre smuggling a stockyard stomach thereTommy turned and strode after Jody, leave the tie guy blushing and crumpling his pamphlet.Its not funny, Tommy said.Jody was trying so big(a) not to laugh, she snorted. Yes, it is.Cant they see were damned? Youd think they could tell. At least you. We are damned, arent we?No idea, Jody said. She hadnt truly thought about it.Didnt cover that in your progress vampire course with the old guy?Forgot to ask.No problem, Tommy said, with no try at all to suppress sarcasm. Minor detail. Anything else you might have disre garded to ask?I thought Id have more time, for follow-up, Jody said. I didnt straighten out that the man I love was going to bronze us that first night.Yeah well okay. Sorry.Wheres the trust? Jody said.You killed me, Tommy said.Oh, there you go again.Please, folks. I need a dollar, said a voice from the left. Jody looked down to see a guy sitting against the granite wall of a closed bank. He was dirty beyond age or race, sort of grimy to the point of shine, and on his lap was an enormous long-haired qat. There was a cup on the sidewalk in front of him and beside it a hand-printed sign that read I AM POOR AND MY CAT IS HUGE.Tommy, who was still fairly new to the city and hadnt learned to look past this sort of thing, stopped and started digging in his pocket. That is sure a huge cat.Yeah, he eats a lot. Its all I can do to keep him fed. Jody nudged Tommy, trying to get him digest into the pedestrian flow. She liked that he was a nice guy, but it could rattling be irritating so metimes. Especially when she was trying to teach him the profundities of being a creature of the night.Mostly fur, though, right? Tommy asked.Mister, this cat weighs thirty-five pounds.Tommy whistled and handed the guy a dollar. Can I touch him?Sure, the guy said. He doesnt care.Tommy knelt down and poked the cat gently, then looked up at Jody. This is a huge cat.She smiled. Huge. Lets go. march him, Tommy said.No thanks.So, Tommy said to the cat guy, why dont you give him to a encourage or something?Then how am I supposed to make a living?You could print up a sign that says Im poor and I wooly my huge cat? That would work on me.You may not be the best sample, said the cat guy.Look, Tommy said, standing now and digging into his pocket. Ill buy the cat. Ill give you, uh, forty The cat guy shook his head.Sixty untrained head shakingTommy untangled bills from a wad hed pulled out of his pocket, peerless hundred No.And thirty two No.And thirty-seven cents.No.And a paper clip.No. Thats a great offer, Tommy insisted. Thats like four bucks a poundNo.Well screw you, then, Tommy said. I dont feel sorry for you and your huge cat.You cant have your dollar back.Fine Tommy said.Fine said the cat guy.Tommy took Jody by the arm and started to walk away. Thats a huge cat, he said.Why were you trying to buy it? Were not supposed to have pets in the bean.Duh, Tommy said. Dinner.Yuck.Its a stopgap, Tommy said. You know that the Masai of Kenya drink the blood of their cattle with no unornamented ill effect to the cow.Well, Im sure it violates our lease if we get a cow.Thats it.Whats it?A lease.Tommy swung her around and brought her back to the cat guy.I want to rent the cat, Tommy said. You could use a break and I want to show the huge cat to my aunt who is an invalid and cant come down here.No. single night. One hundred and thirty-two dollars and thirty-seven cents.The cat guy raised an eyebrow, the filthiness over that eye cracked a little. One fifty.I dont have one f ifty, you know that.Then I want to see the redheads hooters.Tommy looked at Jody, then back at the cat guy, then back at Jody.No, Jody said calmly.No, Tommy said indignantly. How dare you suggest it?One hooter, countered the cat guy.Tommy looked at Jody. She gave him the wide, green-eyed expression that she would have described as I will slap you so far into next week that it will hear a team of surgeons just to get Wednesday out of your ass.No way, Tommy said. The redheads hooters are not on the table. He grinned, looked back at Jody, then looked away, really fast.The cat guy shrugged. Ill need some kind of security deposit, like your drivers license Sure, Tommy said.And a credit card.No, Jody said, pulling her jacket closed and zipping it up to her neck.Nothing kinky, said the cat guy. Ill know.Going to show him to my aunt, and Ill have him back tomorrow, this time.Deal, said the cat guy. His name is Chet.You first, Tommy said. They stood in the great room of their loft on eithe r side of the futon, where the huge cat, a crossbreed betwixt a Persian, a dust mop, and possibly a water buffalo, was actively shedding. Tommy had decided that he was going to be very cool about the whole blood-drinking thing, despite the fact that he was so amped he felt as if he could run up and down the walls. In fact, he wasnt sure that he couldnt run up and down the walls, that was part of what was freaking him out. Still, since coming to San Francisco a couple of months ago, he had spent entirely too much time overreacting, and he wasnt going to do it now not in front of his girlfriend. Not at all, if he could help it.You should go first, Jody said. Youve neer fed before.But you gave the old vampire some of your blood, Tommy said. You need it. It was true, she had give the vampire her blood to help heal him from the damage Tommy and his friends had caused by blowing up his yacht and so forth, but he hoped she would say no again.No, no, no, after you, Jody said, with a ver y bad French accent. I insist.Well, if you insist.Tommy leapt to the futon and bent over the huge cat. He wasnt sure how he was supposed to go about this, but he could see the healthy red life aura around Chet, and he could hear his little kitty heart pounding. There was a crackling noise inside of his head, like someone was dada bubble wrap in his ear canal, and then there was pinch on the roof of his mouth, painful pressure, and more crackling. He felt something give and two sharp points poking his lower lip. He pushed back from the cat and grinned at Jody, who yelped and rebeled back a step.Fangth, Tommy said.Yes, I can see that, Jody said.Whyd you jump? Do they look thupid?You startled me, is all, Jody said, looking away from him like he was an arc welder or a total eclipse and just eye contact might blind her. She waved him on. Go, go, go. Be careful. Not too hard.Right, Tommy said. He grinned again and she shied away.Tommy turned back, braced the cat, who seemed much less freaked by this bear upon than the two vampires in the room, and bit.Thuppt, thuppt, ack Tommy stood up and started brushing at his tongue to take cat hair. YuckHold still, Jody said, going to him and brushing the loose, damp cat hair away from his face. She went to the kitchen counter and came back with a glass of water and a paper towel, which she used to wipe at Tommys tongue.Just use the water to rinse. Dont swallow it. You wont be able to keep it down.Im not going to thwollow it, my mouf is full of cat hair.Once he had rinsed, Jody picked the last of the hairs from his mouth, and in doing so, she pricked one of her dactyls on Tommys right fang.Ouch. She pulled her finger away and put it in her mouth.Oh, jeez, Tommy said. He pulled her finger out of her mouth and put it in his. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned through his nose.Oh, I dont think so, Jody said. She grabbed his hand and bit into his forearm, attaching herself to him like a remora to a shark.Tommy gr owled, flipped her around, and threw her facedown on the futon, his arm still in her mouth. She flipped her hair to the side and he sank his teeth into her neck. She screamed, but the shriek was muted, bubbling out on Tommys bloody forearm. Chet, the huge cat, hissed and bolted crossways the room, through the bedroom door, to wedge himself under the bed, as the sounds of straining leather, lacrimation denim, and screaming predators filled the loft.The irony, that it sounded like a huge catfight, was completely lost on the huge cat.