Night three.

I expected as much to see him in bed before me. I guess by this point, I'd say this is par for the course.

As I settled into bed, the cat stirred.

I saw him waking up, wiping the sleepy crust off of his eyes. Before I could say a word, Steempy hopped out of bed. He circled around it, and then I finally asked--

Where are you going?

"Out."

W-what?

The door opened, then closed shut.

I lowered my head, gripping the sheets closer to myself.

Emotions swirled around in my head. I honestly tried to understand it all, I really tried...but it always ended up going nowhere.

And that upset me.

How...

How dare he.

How FUCKING dare he...!

My hands were trembling...my teeth were chattering...

After all that I've done for him...after all he's PUT ME THROUGH...!

My hands tightened, my teeth grinded among themselves, and my entire body writhed with boiling hot heat...

FUCK YOU STEEMPY, FUCK YOU!

A beast came over me--my nightcap was torn off my head--my nightshirt was ripped in half--the creaky bedroom door was broke off the hinges--

All from my bare hands and feet.

I'M SEEING RED AGAIN...SO MUCH FUCKEENG RED!!!

I marched down the hallway, and said--

Okay, FINE THEN! If YOU'RE GOING OUT, then I'M GOING OUT, TOO! SEE HOW YOU LIKE THEM APPLES, YOU LEETLE SHIT!

Already outside, I slammed that fucking front door behind me, getting inside & turning on the car with leetle thought as I quickly pulled out of the drive way, and swerved off into the street.

...

It's so dark in here. Quite stinky, too. Smells of old dust bunnies...really really old dust bunnies, from the wild west times. Anyway--

My hands were reaching in the air...haha, that tickles! Silly string!

I grabbed it, and yanked--the light made a click & lit up, flickering in and out. I didn't know dance party lights were on the lease!

Whew...I wanted to cough, but I couldn't. I should really dust my stuff here more often. I gripped my ear, and cranked it like a toilet handle, and a goldfish shot out of my ear.

I turned my head, and found two beakers shining in the light, both with pink liquid in them. Under one of them, said, 'DANGER - POISONOUS,' which meant one of them would send me to God! I took the one with the danger label beneath it, and tipped it between my lips. Ooohhh...pink lemonade. Grape, for next time.

Good thing I put the non-toxic one above the danger label. Ren usually told me to set them up in the opposite way, because he told me 'smart people think the other way.' And he's right! Well, the opposite part, he's right about...but I'm not that smart. Being smart is Ren's job, & I am perfectly okay with that!

Mm....I hope he's okay. I heard a lotta stomping, then a loud slam. Hope he comes back from putting himself on time-out...

Ohhhh, it's all my fault. Why do I always give him a hard time? I try to be caring, but then I end up being insincere! I don't mean to give my friend a bad day! That's not fair at all to my boyfriend!

He should really slap me hard, maybe it'll work this time. I want him to let it all out...I'll hug him once he's finished venting.

Plus I...I kinda like it when he slap me, sometimes. No one shakes brains the way Ren does~

Whoa--I'm already in my lab gear! Latex gloves--check, goggles--check, lab coat--check...lab coat's tag underneath my chin--

SLURP--check!

Huh, thinking about poor Ren made time go by really fast! Maybe I should keep thinking about him so it'll make lab time less boring.

Carefully, I took the other beaker and placed it on the desk, then I went to look for a test tube in a nearby cabinet.

I kinda didn't wanna come here, tonight...that's so weird. But I knew I had to do this...everybody does something that can be a little boring sometimes, but we have to do it, because how else will things get done?

Yeah, I'll do the work! I'll make things happen, bored or not--it's in my Kadoogan blood!

...Or was it Cat blood?

...Catdoogan. Yeah, Catdoogan blood will do!

Don't want to get too bored...hmmmmm, let's see...thinking about...thinking about, Ren, of course! I love him...

Even after everything that has happened these past couple days, it won't ever make me hate him!

Sure, he didn't say goodbye when he left for work, but that's okay. He looked very busy, nowadays! Maybe work squeezed the smart from his brain for a moment, I've heard stories. Good thing my dinners recharge him for the incoming morning!

RUUUUUMMMBBBBBLLLEEEE

Whooaaa...I think that was...that was the second...no, the thirth? Yeah, the thirth time that happened.

I don't remember the weatherman saying anything about tornadoes...wait, tornadoes don't WHEEEEZE and BRRRRR--that's our car! Missy Gassy! The exhaust pipe goes toot-toot, toot toot-toot-toot, I studied every sound, mhm.

I really hope he's not doing damage out there...Oh, it's all my fault...

I kind of wonder why he still puts up with me. Sometimes he tries to give me a hint that he wants to do some luvy-duvy time, and then I give him the wrong kind of answer! And he just looks at me, blinks....blinks again...then frowns and sighs, facepalming. That's how it used to be, before we went all gay and stuff.

In recent times, when I do something stupid, he does all of the above...but then, he adds one thing to the end of it--a smile. Not like those creepy smiles...but a regular, good ol' curling-of-the-lips smile.

Is he smiling out of genuine appreciation for me, happily embracing my nimrodedness? Or is he acting like he's happy because he knows it's the right thing to do in a relationship, while holding in his true feelings, whatever they may be?

Mm...my brain's being funny again. Kinda tingly.

Wow--I just got done making the solution. Time really does fly when I think of my buddy!

...

He passed by the house a third time--Ren tore down the street in his car, the whole blocking whizzing past him like his piss in Stimpy's mouth--

"STEEM-PEEEEEEEEEE...!" the dog growled through his teeth.

As he rounded around the corner, his eyes once again grew more blinded with pure, seething rage bulging through his bloodshot eyes, flashing his teeth in a delirious grimace.

By this point, he wasn't even focusing on the road--everything became a blur to him.

Suddenly, he swerved--

SKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

He smashed into a trash can, the garbage cluttering his windshield as he finally came into a complete stop. 

As luck would have it, he was inches away from slamming into a dim street light, haphazardly stopping in the middle of some store's lot, occuppying several spaces. Alone he was upon the vast space of blacktop as he let the car sit.

Ren's scrawny chest breathed in and out deep, ragged breaths, moments before putting the car in park. As soon as he turned off the ignition, Ren banged his head against the horn, the noise of the honk drowning out his loud weeping.

It was only a matter of time before he cried out all he could for the night and eventually pulled the car up in front of their house.

After that, be depressingly plip-plapped his sad feet up the steps, entering back inside his home, not paying attention where Stimpy was at, sliding his sullen soles all the way back into the still-Stimpy-less bedroom, pulling out a pair of metal scissors.

Each bloodshot, pink eye was reflected in the sheen of the blades glistening by the moonlight.

This was it.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He rubbed his neck...creepily content that he was ready to do it.

SLASH--he gutted his pillow, stabbing it mercilessly, until it had devolved into mangled casing lying on top of a ball of cotton. He threw away his scissors, laying his angry head on top of the cotton ball as he pulled up the sheets.

His chest became thight again.

Ren sniffled. "I can't...!" he squeaked. He felt it coming, again. "I can't stop...CRYY-AHEE-AHEE-AHEEEEIIIING...!" His face hurt from sobbing so much, but he was unable to resist the urge to pour his voluminous tears over essientially being alone.

The poor doggy's face kissed palms for the umpteenth time before eventually crying himself to sleep.

...

I almost wanted to fingerfuck this morneeng back to Timbuktu, where it belongs. Hmph, maybe next time.

My eyes were adding the ingredient of depression-induced tears into my scrambled eggs and bacon. I did not see Steempy ever since I woke up. Even knocked on the bathroom door--no response. Went inside--nobody inside.

Why do I even bother?

Bleghhh...the food tasted so sour, nowadays. But wasn't EVERYTHING sour, nowadays? Nothing tasted salty, nor sweet to me anymore. Now food was just seemple...it was just that STUFF I knew I had to consume to get by, day by day.

And for what?

...For Steempy, that's who.

I dunno...even in the depressing state I'm in...he strangely keeps me going.

I guess I could say I hate him, but hate is a form of love, so...

Then, as I picked my eyes off my plate, I happened to spot something--the calendar, right across from me, on the wall.

That was when I realized.

Oh shit.

FUCK!

I pinched the bridge of my nose, and with a loud sigh born from epiphany, I said aloud--

Great job, you beeg cheese.

I forgot to celebrate Valentine's.

...

"STEEMPY, I'M HOOOOME~! Ehehehe...," he chuckled. "'Course he won't come to say 'hi.' Maybe THIS will rope him back in~," he pulled out a large bouqet of flowers, got out a vase, placed it on the kitchen table, stuffed in the roses, gave them a big SNNRRRRRFF, then stood back and admired them.

"Boy, you're a GENIUS, Mr. Hoek!" he congratulated himself, winking at his own reflection in the vase.

"Once he comes out...he'll know. He'll know ALL ALONG, that I have ALWAYS LOVED him~! Yeah~ God, I love you so fucking much, Steempy~" his palm was bouncing between his legs as he became pigeon-toed, his ears raised high, his eyes staring at the ceiling with a lustful grin.

He took in a soft breath, then loudly spat out "OOOHHHOOOHHOOOHOOOO BABY~"

Ren was obviously horny, beating his brown-shafted, pink-headed monstermeat, thinking about the luvable oaf. At this point, Ren was starting to develop a kink--he wanted to beat off in front of Stimpy, watching his handsome, cute, resting bitch face stare back at him.

Once he gets the cat's attention again, he'll have him deliberately do that face so that he could spunk it all over~

In the middle of his passionate stroking, he heard plush feet plodding the floor--both heads of Ren turned to face him, observing as Stimpy saw the flowers.

Then he looked towards Ren.

Then the flowers.

Then towards Ren again, before finally walking away.

Ren felt as though his heart could've exploded at any given second~ Finally, Stimpy was taking the bait! And of course, Ren was going to take full advantage of this.

It was simple--he'd bring more and more flowers~! For all the days he missed since Valentine's, that is what he'll do!

Ren furrowed his brow at the vase, noticing something off about it...

"No water!" he yelled. Ren bit his lip as he stroked, then looked down at his crotch, witnessing a giant glob of precum slipping from his plump-papuled cockhead.

"Fuck it."