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Aria and all mentioned characters (c) Ketzio and Gbb
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Aria stood in nothing but her robe; bewildered at the length of time it took for the hot water to run. There was always a large disparity between running the shower and the water heater doing its job but, as of late, the time seemed to rise exponentially. It was merely yet another thing she would have to either tell her father or, more than likely, go to the landlord's office herself. Still, it was an unwelcomed period of time where she would have to sit on a counter and dwell on her lousy, miserable day.
The first item was Piper's mysterious aversion to her this morning. They had episodes of ups and downs but Piper had never flat out told her he wasn't feeling like hanging out before, and with her father being gone for nearly a week now, she would have greatly appreciated the company. She annoyingly mused about the nature of his denial and searing images of him either getting pounced by some hag cougar, hungry to take his boyhood inside her, or more likely some moronic jizz-starved game and greasy pizza stain friends convinced him that playing Dungeons and Star Wars was more important than his own girlfriend.
The heel of her foot clobbered the cabinet bellow her as she furiously swung her legs.
Devi was object number two on her list. Though, less specifically, Devi and more her slut girlfriend. In fact, as Aria mused, Devi was just weak-willed and being undulated in whatever direction her vagina punched her, and yet Koudelka, rich-bitch-with-an-itch that she is, needs all of the attention all of the time. Some contrived bullshit about how poor Koudelka-face ran away from home and suddenly Devi must hold her hand through making a sandwich. Aria could have probably stayed longer if not for this pity party. Chicks suck and their need to cry makes them all the more unlikable.
Aria glanced and saw the first plumes of steam dancing in the light of the narrow window. She plopped off the counter, dropped her robe, and got in. She instantly felt that the heat was approximately 14 trillion degrees hotter than the sun. With a tiny yelp, she spun the knob furiously toward the median between heat-death-of -the-universe and sunless void and pinned her self to the shower wall to avoid the deadly spray of magma.
More time for her to address the shittiest part of her day, she supposed, and a misplaced and blind annoyance was cast instantly back on Devi.
It was not the crying and the cuddling that pushed Aria out, though she was content if they did less of that, it was Devi's annoying ass health-food.
Fucking Rabbit food!?
Celery, Broccoli, Carrots, Romaine, healthy peanut butter that tasted like butt spunk, and godamn watery vinegar for """Dipping""". Aria was a master at dipping, dare she refer to it as 'dunking'. Pizza in ranch dressing, pretzels in pizza sauce and cheese, graham crackers in extra fudgey chocolate milk, and her masterpiece, dunking an ice cream sandwich in rootbeer.
To swirl a baby carrot in a saucer of tangy toilet water is not to 'dip'.
Earlier, around lunch, Aria had left the health food, estrogen, and tears for her true salvation: gas station nachos from up the street. That was when the whole day went tits-up for her.
The event started when the machine that dispenses the golden joyous ambrosia (mere mortals would refer to as nacho cheese) had a fat gross 'out of order' sign. This had put the plan out of whack, though she could fall back on either a pretzel or a corn-dog because she had enough money for either. Waltzing toward the glass container filled with sodium lust, she was eclipsed by an entirely separate lust: A tall high school boy. A farm wolf. His hair was swept back like the wing of a raven and his thick muscles were barely contained in a flannel shirt. She could still picture his tight jeans that flaunted his impressive asset, and a pair of no-nonsense shit kickers. He had the slightest gut, but not a puke-filled gamer boy gut -- this was a robust gut, no doubt from eating his mama's pie and biscuits for supper.
She was very horny to see this guy show his appreciation for her, and yet the fantasy crashed and burned in one phrase.
"Sorry Kid," his drawl was heavy. "Did I cut ya off?"
"Oh, uh, that's okay. I'm not a kid though" was her exact moronic reply before hastily adding: "I'm in high school too."
Smooth.
"Oh, okay then" he had half shrugged and in the memory of the shrug she felt her body cringe.
"I'm Aria and... I'm new around here. I can do 10 flips in a row." She had lied with very little conviction.
He ignored her. Why had she been compelled to carry on.
"So what are you up to?"
"Gettin' a quick bite and a pop. Then it's back to work, kid." He half glanced back and used that cursed term.
Now, in the shower, she could think of a million things to say and do; methods to seduce him, methods to outwit him, ways to engage him. She was humiliated and baffled. Normally it wasn't so hard but some guys just weren't interested in her sleak sports body.
None of it mattered now, or even then. The farmer boy was in the middle of pulling out a healthy pile of corn dogs when his apparent friend approached who was a slightly older boy but one who was just as pleasing to Aria's eyes. This boy was that rare blend of urban and country, that would have looked ridiculous on a lesser guy. He had 2 cardboard containers of a Mexican named beer under his arms.
"Bro, Monica just texted me and we're in for the party tonight!" New boy had said.
"Hey, cool, a party!" Aria said unneededly.
"Who's the kid?" the new urban cowboy remarked.
"I dunno" The farm boy remarked. "Some middle schooler, I think"
Without a second glance they walked away and that would have been fine but Aria, in her infinite stupidity, had to carry on.
"Middle school? Hah! I remember those days. Bros. I'm 20. I'm 25! HA, and I'm going to a really bitchin' party, yeah?" stupid past-Aria said and current-shower-Aria covered her face to reenter the stream of water.
To her shock, both boys turned around; clearly challenged by her statement.
"25 she says?" The farm boy said with a snicker and with a sexual aggression. The boys lead her outside and back towards the nearby train tracks where trees and bush would conceal them. She was spun around and struck with awe as both guys presented huge, proud and thick cocks that pulsed before her and... yeah... none of that part happened.
They had both snickered at her statement, ignored her and left. It was far easier to imagine them both bursting into laughter in their truck than it would be for them to beat off in front of her.
She couldn't even be bothered to get food at that point. The shame and embarrassment was as thick as the nacho cheese that was still currently out of order. All she could do is walk home and take a defeated pity shower in a lonely trailer.
For a long moment she almost teared up and then reflexively stepped out of the shower. That's stupid, crying was a Devi and Koudelka thing to do. Though, speaking of lesbians...
Sopping wet and still nude, she marched across her trailer for the cordless phone and dialed up Devi's cellphone.
Ring. Ring.
"Hello?" Devi answered finally.
"Devv!" Aria said. "I have a question for you."
"Are you ... like outside in the rain or something? What the hell is that sound?"
"No. I'm taking a shower," Aria stepped into the bathroom and turned off the water. "So Devi, you're still gay right?"
"Hmm... let me check." Aria could here Devi rustling around on the other side of the phone and then a surprised yip from Koudelka. "Yup, still pretty gay, is that all?"
"No, stupid, ugh. I meant like you are someone who is attracted to girls, so as an authority... am I attractive?" Aria reached down and put her robe back on from the floor. "I assume you have good taste even though you chose Koudelka."
"That is a super loaded question, because if I say no you'll get pissed, and if I say yes you will get weird and not want to hang out with me," Devi said with sincerity. "But I can say that Koudelka is more attractive than you, how about that?"
"Fuck you? Also, no, I wont get weird. I think it would be fine if you thought I was hot, so tell me... am I hot?" Aria grabbed a towel with one hand and snatched the clean pair of underwear up with the other. "Yes? No?"
"Dude ----- your---- phone------ essing-----" The landline sucked, it was easily older than Aria and sometimes it would just die.
"Ugh, Deeeeevvvvii, come over." Aria said.
"----fine----" Devi hung up.
Aria quickly dried her hair and wiggled on her underwear bottoms but it wasn't long before Devi showed up tapping at the door.
Tightening her robe, Aria dashed to answer it and was pleasantly shocked to find Devi alone with no Koudelka-flea latching onto her. The small bunny was draped in her over-sized hoodie and her usual beanie combo as she stepped into Aria's living room.
"So what do you want? I... imagine your dad forgot to get food again so I already ordered a pizza and--" Devi was cut off by a hug that could've crushed every bone in her fragile body.
"Oh, Devi that wasn't why I called you over buuuut... I mean I'm not going to say no to pizza," She let go of Devi. "Did I ever tell you my famous pizza joke?"
"You didn't, and... "
"Ah, you wouldn't like it... it's too cheesy" Aria snickered to herself.
"Fuckiiiing... bye." Devi spun toward the exit.
"No no no, seriously I had a rotten day and I need my best friend for a minute." Aria spoke with shocking sincerity that it clearly disarmed both of them.
"Well, I'm here for you. I hope you don't mind that I can't stay too long though, I sort of abandoned Kody," Devi slowly stepped back in and toward the couch. "'I'm not doing to get ticks sitting on this thing, am I?"
"Um, no, That was one fucking tick -- one time -- are you going to bring that up every time you come over?? I told you I was sooooorry."
"No you didn't, you sang Tik Tok but replaced all the lyrics with either insults about me being a lesbian or how the tick would die from my 'heathen blood'."
"Well... yeah.... but I was sorry." Aria said with a small smile.
Devi rolled her eyes and sat down. Aria began to recall the day; conveniently leaving out the insulting parts about Devi and Koudelka.
"So, you're upset because some creepy dudes didn't want to gang rape you?" Devi said with her eyebrow so comedically raised it might as well be floating 6 inches above her silly beanie.
"No, that's stupid. I've been rejected before, like plenty of times, and I have done my fair share of rejecting too... but this was sooooo condescending and sooo mean. It suuucked." Aria whined. "I know not every guy is gonna like my soccer physique but they thought I was in middle school for fuck's sake."
"We uh... are, though."
"Yeah but it hurts when they say it with such... weaponization." Aria wagged her tail. "That was a big word, huh?"
"Good dog, Aria." Devi cooed with sarcasm. "However, I think.. that was a good thing. You don't need those kind of creeps... and also that shit with Piper, I think he is just busy. Plus, to be honest, you're kind of a bitch to him."
"I'm only playing around with him, though." Aria's ears drooped down.
"Yeahh... but also, guys are weird. They're clingy but they also want to be lone wolves, I... think." Devi stood and strolled into the kitchen looking into the depressingly barren pantry.
"Mhm, because you are the guy expert and all," Aria rolled her eyes.
"Good point, fine, why don't you tell me why you think he's ignoring you."
"I... don't know." Aria sighed. "He's really cute and girls like to latch onto him? I like to watch him with other guys but... when it's another girl, I just hate it so much."
"I honestly keep forgetting you guys have a relationship like that," Devi uncomfortably laughed as she tip-toed to grab a plastic cup. "I mean... I don't know what to say. I think Piper is a good guy, I don't feel weird around him at least. I bet he's just playing games with his friends."
"I guess..." Aria leaned her head back onto the couch's headrest and stared at the ceiling. "...I wouldn't be surprised if he was cheating on me. I'm probably not all that attractive, huh?"
Devi bent over the counter; balancing all her weight forward and looked directly at Aria. "If he's cheating on you, it's not because you're ugly. I think you're very cute."
There was an interval of silence as Devi poured herself some water from the tap.
"Cute." Aria whimpered and got to her feet. "Not... sexy?"
"You are sexy, I suppose, but I haven't put thought into it." Devi walked back towards Aria and plopped on the couch once again, "... contrary to popular belief, homosexuals dont usually fetishize their friends. Buuuuut, you are attractive. Happy?"
Aria coyly grinned and leaned towards Devi. "Sooo, you're saying if I took off my robe that would turn you ooooon?"
"Probably. I imagine you have a nice body. You eat garbage so I'd never give you oral but you also exercise lots, and I guess I'm partial to blondes." Devi folded her legs. "Your house is still super depressing though."
Aria could feel her heart pitch. She had no valid attraction towards Devi but the conversation was exciting her. She loosened her robe without thinking and felt it fall barely below her shoulders. Whether accidental or on purpose, she couldn't quite decipher at the moment.
"Hey, Aria." Devi said softly; casually eyeing the gap showing off Aria's collarbone.
"...Yeah?"
"You have mocked me for being a lesbian for a long time now," Devi laughed as she turned away, "Don't embarrass yourself by being a heathen too."
"WHAT MADE YOU THINK I--" Aria clutched the opening in her robe and closed the gap tightly. "IF ANYTHING, YOU'RE TRYING TO SEDUCE ME TALKING ABOUT EATING ME OUT AND SHIT, FUCK OFF."
"I said how I 'wouldn't' do that, but ok." Devi playfully smiled a large smile. "By the way, your pizza is gonna be here soon and I'm gonna go back to my devil-worshipping girlfriend now. Bye-bye."
Aria, still covering herself intently, merely stuck her tongue out in response.
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The pizza guy came and went.
For being such a bitch, Devi knew exactly what kind of pizza Aria wanted at least. Plain fuckin cheese, extra sauce, extra cheese.
She felt direly conflicted; as if her talk with Devi would sew seeds of awkwardness in the future. Aria would die for that bunny but she felt odd that for a hot minute she was entertained by the idea of stripping for her.
She sat in her lonely living room, her robe now fallen below her breast; joyfully eating slice after slice of Devi's gifted pizza.
She wasn't expecting it but it was a joyous thing to have her dad abruptly walk in after being gone for so long.
"Woah!" He chuckled; tossing his keys in the small bowl beside the door. "Cover up, Aria! We are far passed your streaking phase!"
He snickered as he glanced back at somebody behind him. "Nobody wants to see that!"
Her joy was immediately substituted with the same self-consciousness from earlier. She quietly slide her robe all the way up; closing it tight.
"Sorry" she muttered; embarrassed as she watched a thick and bulbous feline walk in after her dad. This... new girlfriend... had the silhouette of a stack of pancakes. If Aria hadn't already felt so self conscious, this woman also carried two enormous marshmallow breasts that defied gravity as they stood proudly on her chest.
"Aria this is my lady friend, Sable, and Sable, this is my daughter, Aria."
"Ooooh, girl, I have heard so much about you!" The cat declared as every fur-covered curve of her body seemed to pulsate aggressively.
Aria stood; slowly clutching her pizza box like a book. "Nice to meet you. I'm going to go get dressed."
Without another word she hurried to her door; barely overhearing her dad speaking to this temporary dick-holder, "Sorry about that, I guess Aria thought we lived in a nudist colony or something... not like I would complain if you and I wanted to... fulfill that."
Aria slammed her door and put on the first shirt she could find. She really wanted Devi to come back and say those nice things again... or for Piper to come over... or even for those 2 knucklehead hicks to show up at her window; starved to look at her and blow wad after wad at her sexual majesty. Or, better out of all those things, she really wanted her dad to do that weird thing where he'd get really flustered and cover his eyes and pretend like he didn't see anything. Anything but that casual nothing of a reaction.
She glanced longingly at her mirror; wondering what she was doing wrong and also hating her metabolism.