Festive
Fabricant451
LovelyComplex
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Henry didn’t even know why he was doing this. Why did Moms make him do all the hard shit? Why couldn’t he get the easy shit for once? He got stuck with all the bullshit… ‘make sure your sister is happy!’ So what, he had to hang out with the guy that Cyndi was trying to bang and make sure he was ‘cool?’ Henry didn’t even know what that meant… he already knew Justin anyway. He was an okay dude, a football player, whatever. Henry’s friends liked him, and that was what was important.
It was good enough for Henry, but was it good enough for the Cyndi fucking defense force? No, of course it wasn’t. Nothing was ever good enough for his mothers when it came to their delicate little princess. Cyndi was never going to be anything more than a spoiled little princess brat if they kept fucking treating her like that. But all anyone ever thought was that he and Hailey were real fuckers for pushing Cyndi’s buttons every once in awhile.
It got so goddamn bad that Henry had to sit Cyndi down and force her to listen to fucking dubstep Dragonball Hype Remixes because she was ‘overwhelmed’ and throwing a fucking hissy fit. If she did that shit again, then Henry was going to throw her to the goddamn wolves and let Hailey eat her the fuck up. He couldn’t be everyone’s mentor! He didn’t have the time for it… He already had to deal with the boy band bullshit.
Henry had done the one thing that sort of chilled him out. He had realized over the years that he got it from his father, and though he didn’t really do it with his father (that was more Hailey’s job), it had the same effect. Henry Green was baking. Justin had been invited over and was currently sitting at the island in one of Stentoria’s kitchens.
The soft aroma of cookies filled the room, and Henry leaned against the counter, pushing down on it with both hands. “So. You wanna bang my baby sister, huh?”
Justin was spending a little too much time in the Green household for a reason he hadn’t really expected. He thought he was going to be able to see little Ms. Cyndi Green, but instead he was with Henry Green instead, which was still cool. Henry was a cool guy, and Justin figured he was going to be seeing a lot more of him if he were to make something out of his relationship with Cyndi Green.
Besides, there were the most delicious cookies involved.
He was staring at the cookies coming out of the oven, before he was met with a question that he was somewhat expecting, but still didn’t have an answer to. “...no? I’m not trying to bang her… I’m just doing whatever she wants me to do…”
“You ain’t gotta lie to me. I get it.” Henry turned around as the oven beeped and walked back to the oven and grabbed his oven mitts, before he opened the oven and pulled the snickerdoodles out, setting them on the counter. He glanced over his shoulder at Justin and added, “ya gotta let the cookies set, ya feel me? If you eat them straight out the oven they’re not quite done, they’re still a lil underdone. So you let them set a few minutes so they can cook themselves…” Henry was mostly talking for himself, but he was looking directly at Justin as he was doing so. Despite how it may have seemed, there wasn’t an underlying message about his sister there, Henry was just sharing his burning knowledge about cookies and how to cook them.
It didn’t help he was high.
“If you gonna do whatever she wants you to do, ya ain’t never gonna get no pussy.” Henry pulled the mitts off and tossed them… elsewhere. It wasn’t like it really mattered, the maids would clean it up or something. That wasn’t of concern to the GREAT Henry Green, ruler of his realm and all that was in it — or, more accurately, the chief consultant to the leader of the boy band. “You gotta tell her what you wanna do, then do it.”
Staring at the cookies, the smell of butter, sugar, and whatever magic was placed in those cookies wafted around Justin’s nose. He hadn’t even noticed that Henry was boring holes into his soul because he was so enamored with the cookies. It wasn’t until Henry spoke up again that his attention returned to what probably mattered more.
“I’m not sure if that’s something I can do in a climate like this though.” Justin shrugged, watching the cookies cook themselves. Damn, he was hungry. “No means no, and shit. I’m not trying to force myself onto her if she don’t want none.”
“The fuck do you mean a ‘climate like this?’ Like, 2019? Get real, dude. You can do whatever you wanna do — and besides, I didn’t say force yourself. I’m just saying, be assertive.” Henry headed to the fridge and opened it up, pulling out a glass bottle of milk. He retrieved two shot glasses, and filled them up. He slid one in front of Justin, and then retrieved one of the cookies, holding it out to his companion. “Vanilla milk. I made it myself, it’s better than that regular shit. Listen, if you don’t seize the reins, you’re gonna get dumped. I’m team Justin, more or less. So I’m here to let you know shit.”
“...you’re right.” Justin shrugged. He didn’t want to be that dude who dictated everything that Cyndi like some overzealous dude. That was a no-fly zone when it came to relationships. In Justintown, he only respected women! But he didn’t know the line between being controlling and being assertive. He figured what Henry was trying to tell him was that maybe Cyndi liked being pushed around a bit.
Then, the most peculiar concoction came about. Justin took a cookie and the shot glass in front of him. “Vanilla milk? I’ve… never heard of that.” Taking a shot, it tasted like vanilla bean ice cream but liquid. It was bizarre yet really good. “How do I know if she’ll actually say yeah, though? Sometimes people say one thing but mean an entirely different thing.”
“That’s just a girl thing, dude.” Henry explained, dipping the cookie into the milk and letting the cookie soak up some of the liquid. As he did so, he brought his eyes to look directly into Justin’s eyes and shrug his shoulders. Henry pulled up the cookie and took a bite off of it, speaking with his mouthful, without a fuck to give. “You just, know, dude. Listen, you ain’t gonna take Damian’s spot and fuck someone from my family if you let everyone else tell you what to do. If you let her boss you around constantly, you’re gonna have to deal with a spoiled, bitchy, princess complex cunt.” Henry swallowed his cookie. “Just be a man. Square up. Tell her what you want to do. Instead of being like, hey do you wanna go out sometime? Be like, ‘Cyndi, let’s go to the movies on Saturday at 6. I wanna see Insidious. THe new one, last key or whatever.’ Then, when you get her in the theater, make sure Xan — that’s her bodyguard — fucks off at least three rows away. Then you put your arm around her so she can hide in you whenever the movie gets scary.”
Henry couldn’t believe he was doing this shit. He had to fucking guide someone on how to fuck his own sister, for fuck’s sake. He had to coach Justin to make sure that Cyndi stopped crying so that she could be happy and his mom would piss off. “Everytime she leans in — and she will, because she’s terrified of scary movies — just pull her in close. Be all protect-y, it’ll work. By the end of it she’ll be like… all yours dude.”
Justin heard the words that Henry said, and it made sense. The only problem was that Justin was also not a fan of scary movies. He was a prime, ripe target for jumpscares all over. The last time he watched a horror movie his cousins teased him endlessly for it. It would be a weird situation if both of them was terrified endlessly, but since this was Cyndi Green, out of all the people in the world, he had to brave up and pony up. Even if it meant braving the scariest of monsters or demons or whatever the fuck was in horror movies these days.
“Yeah… you’re right dude.” Justin shrugged, biting into his cookie. “I hate horror movies though. I can hardly ever actually handle them.”
“You need weed.” Henry said, matter of factly, munching on his cookie. Goddamn, he was good at this shit. Henry finished his cookie, and then drank the milk, before he reached into his jacket and pulled out a joint, sliding it across to Justin. “One hour before. Not sooner. Not later. I think we’re done here, bro. You better wash that glass before you take off, okay?”
