♥Chapter 59: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ♥

✿Kennedy✿

Four hours after the wedding, Jake, Corey, Toothy and I are on a road trip to California.

My home.

I had started crying when Jake suggested the idea of going to California and visiting my parents.

It takes almost two days to reach California from New York.

We thought of booking a flight which would take a lot less time but then Corey came up with the crazy idea to rent a minivan and drive there instead.

Five arguments later, here we are, in the minivan, driving to California.

"Are you sure there aren't any bears?" Corey asks from the passenger, peeking out the window at the dark forest and greenery around us.

Toothy and I were in a competition of who can stay awake the longest. So far, we're both on the verge of death.

It's dark all around us which makes it harder to keep our eyes open.

"You'd be the first one I'll throw to their fucking mouths if there are." Jake snaps from the driver's seat.

"You're still pissed at me?" Corey asks in disbelief.

"I wanted Kennedy in the passenger seat!" Jake glares.

"You're glued to her all the fucking time." He throws his hands up. "Just one night, she isn't beside you."

"So?" Jake raises an eyebrow. "You didn't even let us have the night after our wedding to ourselves, you fucking prick!"

That's true. When Corey heard that Jake and I wanted to go to California, he jumped in and said that we should leave right away.

"You're just mad that you didn't get to have sex with her." Corey rolls his eyes.

Jake narrows his eyes but says nothing to deny.

"When's the last time you had sex?" Corey asks.

"When I met your mom." Jake retorts.

"You motherfucker." Corey slaps him hard on the back of his head.

"Can we stop talking about Jake's sex life?" Toothy grunts out, her voice heavy with sleep. "He's my brother for God's sake."

"Fine, let's talk about my sex life," Corey says.

"I'll pull over and leave you stranded if you start," Jake warns.

"Fuck you," Corey grumbles.

"Toothy can you please go to sleep?" I mumble, barely conscious of what's going around me because of the sleepiness.

"Why?" Toothy mumbles back.

"Because I'm gonna fall asleep."

"Then sleep."

"I don't wanna lose."

"Hell even I don't wanna."

We both groan at the same time.

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❆Jake❆

Five minutes later, everyone's asleep.

Fucking hell. They left me all alone to drive.

A sigh comes out of my mouth.

I glance at Kennedy behind, seeing her curling up with Toothy in the backseat.

I can't believe I married this little piece of psycho.

Fuck, it all felt like a dream.

A nightmare actually, thanks to my family.

But it was all worth it to finally have Kennedy with me.

I keep toying with the ring on my finger, loving the feel of it every single time because it reminds me that I'm married to Kennedy even though I don't need a reminder.

Life truly had a way of bringing her to me.

A way of taking her away too.

Two hours later, we finally stop at a motel. I get down the van and go to get the keys to our rooms.

I try waking everyone up but none of the brats wake up.

With a sigh, I decide to carry everyone to their rooms

First I take Toothy in my arms, carrying her to the motel upstairs and dropping her onto the bed of her room.

Before I could leave her alone, her hand shoots out and she grabs my fingers, looking up at me with slight panic.

"Shh, I'm getting Corey," I assure her, running my fingers through her hair as she visibly relaxes under my touch. "Don't worry, there aren't any men around here. I'll go quick and get Corey, okay?"

She gives a hesitant nod.

I already planned for Corey and Toothy to sleep in the same room. Toothy would freak out and have a panic attack if she finds herself in a new place without anyone familiar around.

Running down the steps, I slap Corey in the face.

"What?" He grunts out, refusing to open his eyes.

"Get up, dumbass. Go and sleep in your room."

"I don't wanna open my eyes."

"Toothy's all alone upstairs."

"Bring her downstairs then." He turns away from me.

"Fuck you," I grumble before grabbing the back of his shirt and hauling him out of the car.

He stumbles into me and refuses to stay upright on his feet as he leans onto me completely.

"Fuck." I hiss when his weight almost causes us to tumble to the ground.

I quickly grab ahold of him from under his arms to keep him upright.

I look up to see his face directly in front of mine.

He gives a big snore.

I resist yelling at this point of time.

Instead, I shake him awake a bit until he had the consciousness to get on my back. I carry this heavy fuck upstairs while grunting the whole time.

"You need to lose weight, you fastass." I grumble.

But I get no response because he's dead asleep.

Finally, reaching the room where I left Toothy, I drop Corey off on the bed beside hers.

I stand up straight—

Oh fuck! My back!

Damn fatass.

I give my back a good crack and stretch my muscles before stepping downstairs to get Kennedy next.

I took a separate room for Kennedy and myself.

There's no way in hell I'm sleeping in a room with Toothy and Corey.

Taking Kennedy into my arms, I let out a sigh of contentment, feeling her small body in my arms, much lighter than fatass Corey.

Locking up the minivan, I carry Kennedy to our room and lock the door behind us before laying her down on the bed.

Before lying down beside her, I walk into the bathroom to take a piss and wash my face. Coming out, I look at the bed and almost have a heart attack.

Kennedy's sitting wide awake on the bed, smiling at me like she wasn't passed out seconds ago.

"Fuck, you scared me," I say, taking off my t-shirt and dropping it to the floor.

When I look at her, her cheeks are red.

She still blushes whenever I take my shirt off in front of her.

"Where are we?" She asks.

"At a motel," I answer, dropping down beside her on the bed. My body immediately relaxes onto the mattress. Damn, I'm so fucking tired.

A horrible realization hits me.

I groan, turning over to look at Kennedy. "You're not going to sleep now, are you?"

She grins. "You know me."

"Fuck." I drop my head onto the pillow.

"It's fine." She says. "You go to sleep. You've been awake for a long time. I won't disturb you."

"I hate leaving you all alone awake in the night," I mumble.

"I know." She runs her hands through my hair. "Don't worry. I'll talk to Gary."

"It's 3 AM." I point out. "He'll block you."

"He only says that." She chuckles.

I gaze at her.

She's wearing a small pink t-shirt with shorts, looking as cute as fuck. Her hair is wild and curly which makes her face looks even smaller and softer. The soft glow from the yellow-lit bulb in the corner doesn't light up much of the room, making her green eyes look like two pebbles in the sea. Fuck, she's beautiful.

"You've got your hungry street dog eyes again." She tells me.

"That's because I want to fuck you," I say.

She chuckles but then her smile fades away. I slightly furrow my eyebrows as her expression shows that something's running through her mind.

I don't really mind much, because it's usually just a rare and unexpected question that nobody knows the fucking answer to. Sometimes it's to tell me that she wants to pee but is too scared to go alone to the bathroom. Sometimes it's to—

"Why don't you?" She asks.

Huh? What?

Why don't I what?

What's she talking about—?

Ohhh—Wait, what?

I blink at her. "Don't what?" I ask just to make sure if she meant what I'm thinking.

She bites on her bottom lip, her cheeks reddening as she looks shy.

"You know...what you've always wanted to do to me." She says, trying to hide her face between the side curtains of her hair.

My heart beats faster with excitement but at the same time with a tinge of fear.

"You sure?" I ask, peering at her.

She looks hesitant but then nods.

"It's still our wedding night and people usually do it after they marry, so I think we should too—"

"We're doing it only if you want to." I cut her off, declaring firmly. "Fuck all those people who fuck on their wedding nights. I only want to have sex with you only if you feel like it, Ken."

She bites her bottom lip nervously. "I do want to. I want to experience everything with you."

"But?" I ask.

She opens her mouth but then shakes her head. "Nothing. Never mind."

"Like hell." I frown. "Tell me. What's going on in that crazy head of yours?"

"You'll lecture me." She says.

"I'll not."

"You will." She says.

"I promise." I sit up and settle across her, looking at her face. "Tell me."

She glances up at me. "I just...you've probably had it with other girls...who had a better experience than me. I don't want you to feel like...like..." She stops herself and shakes her head. "Never mind."

A flash of anger flares through me. "Say it."

She shakes her head.

But I'm not having it. "Say it."

She sighs. "Jake, please—"

"Goddanm, Ken. Why the fuck would you think that?" I frown.

"I don't know! It's just a thought."

"Tell that fucking thought to fuck off." I glare.

"So is it true?" She asks.

"What?" I frown. "No. Kennedy, I did have a lot of sex in high school and at the beginning of my college years. But not since I met you. You won't believe it but suddenly every other girl was nothing to me since you opened that goddamn mouth of yours when I first saw you."

"I almost farted." She says.

"I know."

She gazes at me.

"Look, the point is," I continue, grabbing both her hands in mine. "It doesn't matter if I had sex with a professional prostitute or a brick. What matters is that, now, I love you and I don't want to fuck anyone else but you. I'm completely yours, Ken."

"What if there's someone better than me?" She asks.

"There won't be because you're already at the top of my world and no one can top you." I declare, grabbing her chin and pressing a hard kiss to her mouth.

"So other girls don't interest you anymore?" She asks.

I literally married her today, what's she talking about?

"Nope. They make my dick shrink back into my body."

She cracks into a laugh.

"What if I'm better at this than you?" She wonders.

"You wanna find out?" A smirk spreads on my face.

Her face brightens with the colour red in a second it makes my chest ache with how fucking cute she is.

"Maybe..." She mumbles.

"You've gotta say, yes or no?" I say.

"No."

My shoulders slump.

"I mean, yes! Yes." She rushes. "I do want to, yes."

"Then why did you say no?" I raise an eyebrow.

She shrugs. "I don't know. I just felt like saying no."

I fall back onto the bed, groaning. "Kennedy. You're giving my dick a hard time down there."

"I'm sorry." She laughs. "Let's do it! Let's have sex." She declares confidentially now.

I sit back up and look at her.

She's looking back at me.

Hold up, something's coming—

Her eyebrows twitch and...

3...

2...

1...

"Should I tell Gary that we're having sex?" She asks.

I rest my jaw on my palm, already knowing we're going to have a fucking conversation until we get to have sex. "Why?"

She shrugs. "I always tell him everything."

I sigh. "Your wish, babe. Your wish."

She grins. "Okay. Let's have sex now."

"Sure?" I raise an eyebrow.

She actually starts thinking and I regret my question.

"Yeah." She finally says.

I breathe out in relief.

I nod. "Thank you."

She nods back. "Anytime, Bilbo. So what are we supposed to do? I heard words like bang-bang somewhere once. So are we like bang-banging? Hold up, I think it was only bang. Oh wait, there's this other word I heard. I think it was related to a camel's hump. Humping?" She guesses. "Hold up, what's the difference between nailing and pounding? Like, aren't we just pounding the nail into the wall?"

What...the...fuck...?

I gaze at her and she gazes back at me.

I keep staring at her, looking into her wide innocent eyes. She waits for me to answer her million questions that literally has me concerned for her.

I can't keep it in anymore.

I burst out laughing.

A look of complete surprise comes on her face.

I drop my face onto her lap. "You dork!" I playfully punch her sides. "You completely ruined the mood!"

"What?" She asks in confusion.

I shake my head, chuckling into her lap.

Only, Kennedy. I swear to God. Only her.

"What?" She asks again, trying to lift my head off her lap to look at my face. "Aren't we gonna have sex?"

I shake my head.

"Why not?" She asks. "Jake. Jake! Stop laughing. Why are we not having sex?"

I lift my head and look up at her, no longer hiding my amused smile. "I can't have sex with you when you act like that."

"Like what?" She frowns in confusion. "I was serious. Aren't we having sex?"

I shake my head.

"God, Kennedy." I sit up and leap at her, pushing her onto the bed and rapidly kissing her all over her face.

She squeals. "What's wrong with you? You're acting mental!"

"You're the mood-killer!" I playfully throw light punches to her sides.

She must have found that ticklish because she starts laughing and attempts to hit me across the face.

"How dare you try hitting your husband?" I fake glare down at her.

"We divorced yesterday, Bilbo." She snorts.

"Oh yeah?" I raise an eyebrow. "I don't see the papers anywhere."

"Toothy has them." She starts sitting up. "Lemme go wake her up."

"Sit back down, you little shit." I push her back onto the bed and she laughs.

I swear to God, everyone's using Toothy as leverage.

"What? Scared of your little sister?" She taunts.

I glare at her.

Her smile drops. "Yeah, even me." She says quietly.

"Let's make an agreement right here and right now." I declare.

"What?"

"None of us will call Toothy into our matters," I say firmly. "If anyone calls Toothy then they're the traitor."

She nods. "Yeah, okay."

I stare at her, looking so warm and fucking cute, underneath me.

Was I finally going to have sex with her?

For some reason, it feels like a way too good of a dream to be fucking true. I've had sex before, why am I getting fucking nervous now?

What if I'm really not good at it and she's somehow fucking better?

Wait, no. That'll be crazy.

Goddamn are my hands shaking?

Kennedy peers up at me. "Are you okay?" She asks.

My fingers move to brush through her hair. She said they were falling out, didn't she?

"You make me question if I'm good at sex or not," I reply.

She furrows her eyebrows. "Why?"

"Everything with you feels new."

"Are you scared you're gonna hurt your ego if I'm better?" She asks.

Kinda?

"I just...you're too fucking pure, Ken." I move from on top of her and sit beside her. "I don't know how to do it without...hurting you or something. I wanna do it but I'm terrified."

She sits up, gazing at me. "It's not something bad though. Everyone has sex. I mean, where do you think we came from, huh?" She grins.

"Don't say storks." She points out.

"I was going to say Santa Clause." I retort.

"Says the one who's a science freak." She says. "Anyways, look—" Her eyes dart to something behind me and she stops. She freezes. "There's someone out the window watching us."

My head turns back, and I squint my eyes to see what's she talking about.

Through the dim lights of the room and the dusty windowpane, I spot the shadow of a body right in front of the window.

Who the fuck is that?

I slowly get down from the bed, creeping towards the window.

"Jake." Kennedy hisses. "It could be a murderer."

"Better than you?"

"Heck no." She scowls.

I inch towards the window, keeping my arms ready if I needed to swing at the creep.

I throw open the window. The figure falls inside the room.

Kennedy screams. "Kill it! Kill it!"

"Let me see who it is first!" I gaze at the figure wearing a black trash bag over his head as he struggles to get it off.

In a single motion, I rip the bag off his head to look into the blue eyes of Corey.

"Fuck! Kill it! Kill it!" I yell, whipping the trash bag on his face.

"Damn!" Corey groans, clutching his eye.

"What the fuck are you doing here like a creep?" I glare down at him.

He scowls at me and gets up, dusting himself. "Thanks for asking why I climbed the window instead of using the fucking door."

I tense. "Where's Toothy?"

"Oh shit." Corey turns around and leans half his body down the window. He pulls back up with Toothy clutching onto his arm as he pulls her into the room.

"Oh god." Toothy breaths out, moving her hair out of her face.

"What are you both doing here?" I narrow my eyes at them. "Weren't you both dead asleep?"

"There was a dog out our door that won't stop its hellish barking." Toothy walks over to the bed and flops down beside Kennedy. "It kept scratching at our door too. Couldn't sleep anymore, so we came here."

Corey walks over and drops himself beside Toothy. "Thanks for offering us your room." He yawns.

Toothy and Corey snuggle themselves on the bed.

I scowl at them.

Kennedy looks at me and gives me a hopeless smile.

I narrow my eyes.

To hell with our wedding night.

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Don't woryyy they do have sex and I promise you people aren't going to be robbed ;)

Who's your most favourite to your least favourite from our four chaotic characters? Rank them.
For me, it's personally:
1) Jake
2) Kennedy
3) Corey
4) Toothy

Words: 2,900

Date of publishing: 19th June 2022