Time for a [SURPRISE] - Naomi

Just yesterday, he had begun having some...issues with a constant itch, which was probably caused by the filth he lived in at home. His father refused to clean or do much of anything other than drink and bring women over, and those wonderful little critters that crawl up and bother you in places they shouldn't? Probably all over the house. Marcos stayed gone most of the time, but when he did come home he didn't do much cleaning. His room had been taken hostage by a host of cardboard boxes, littered with randomly assorted items. He had gotten these boxes a while back for when he would finally pack his bags and move out, but that day had not yet come. Most of his time spent was here at UCLA or either with his friends. It was something he had been gradually adjusting to for a while now, but he tried to keep Naomi out of the dark. Today, though, he intended to tell her everything. After class, of course.

Looking at his silver watch, Marcos noted that she should be getting out soon. Being with her so often helped him to easily memorize her class schedule. His silky black hair glistened with something called hair glue; Marcos attempted a new hairstyle today, gelling the front of his short hair forward (instead of up). He liked the new do, but Naomi would ultimately be the judge of whether or not he kept it. Sometimes he wondered why he relied on her so much - she nagged, was overly protective, and tried to put her nose into his business all the time. On the other hand, that was the exact reason she was his best friend. He could find no one else he liked yet got frustrated with as much as her, and they had been through nearly everything together at one point or another. She was his other half, and Marcos didn't much mind it.

Marcos wore a pair of black gym shorts, falling just below his tanned knees. His slim-fitted white t-shirt read "Solo Hazlo" with a black check underneath (it was the Spanish version of "Just Do It!"). He wore his favorite pair of tennis shoes today as well - black with a bright blue trim around the bottom. He wasn't dressed for anything special today, but he was going to bug the hell out of her to go eat lunch with him.

WORDS!: 476 TAG!: Naomi SETTING!: 19of April, around 12:15pm.

WORDS!: 452    TAG!: Naomi    SETTING!: 19 ^of April, around 12:15pm.

Marcos knew the second Naomi walked in because he heard that all too familiar whistle, but this time it was met with a single finger in the air. Hmm she must be a good mood today... If there was one thing Naomi was good at, it was turning heads. Whether dressed in a slutty outfit, similar to the appareal worn today, or a pair of sweat pants and her hair pulled back, she had a natural sex appeal that seemed to radiate from her body as she walked. When she broke off and walked in front of Marcos, he couldn't help but to watch her hips swinging from side to side. He wasn't aroused by the site; instead, he was amused at what she was doing. Brandon was just sitting over by the wall "minding his own business" whenever Naomi walked by, making sure to shake what her mama gave her.

Ignoring her previous teasing about the food, he retaliated with something of his own: "I see how it is." Well that was just downright witty Marcos... With her in front, he was able to reach down and risk another scratch before he pulled his hand back out of his pants and into his pocket. "Yes I drove today. I'm parked out by the side." Marcos picked up his pace and stepped in front of Naomi, opening the door for the sex goddess and allowing her first entry. Once they were in the sun, Marcos pointed in the direction of his car as they walked quickly. He was rather hungry so he didn't want to waste any time. "And if you want to treat, be my guest. I saw a bit of your show the other day, and if I'm correct, I'd say you could pay for us at least another three tiems." With a mischevious laugh, he guided them toward his car and unlocked so both could get in.

Marcos drove a bright blue Mazda 3, something he was quite proud of. He was paying good money to keep that car, but if he were to have let Naomi in on it then Marcos would probably have been driving something less expensive. Payments weren't too bad, but sometimes the leather seats could get sticky when it was warm. Especially when Marcos sat down in the driver's seat. "Man! Hot as HELL in here!" He reached over and turned the car, flipping a few switches to allow the maximum amount of air cool the inside. Without thinking, he reached down and scratched his crotch again, feeling uncomfortable in this warm weather.

WORDS!: 452    TAG!: Naomi    SETTING!: 19 ^of April, around 12:15pm.

In every man's life, there came a point in time where he would be approached by a rather scary woman. It could be during divorce, meeting a mother-in-law for the first time, or simply cutting her off on the highway only to have her follow him 10 miles out of her way to give him a piece of her mind when he finally parked. In Marcos's case, he could only listen in horror as Naomi vocalized what he knew she noticed all along - the itch. Now keep in mind Marcos was not a man to scorn a woman and run; he knew better than to cross someone like Naomi. But this was just the mother in her, trying to take charge and make sure her kids (in this case, partner might been a better fit).

Sighing, he wiped his hands on his pants and returned his gaze to meet with eyes that did not come across as very "welcoming". In fact, he knew those eyes all too well - she wanted answers and she wanted them directly. "Alright so you know how I've been trying to go home and all a bit more often, right? Not happening anytime soon." Rolling his eyes as he remembered all too well how it happened, he could only recline hesitant for so long. She was going to get impatient if he danced around it, so he continued on with his story, telling her only the truth.

"Well the padre decided his filthy sex wasn't good enough for just he and his bitch. The old man caught crabs, and you know that there's only one bathroom. Dunno exactly when it happened, but they found some fresh meat and...well, there I was probably taking a piss when they found a new home." It was quite embarrassing to admit, but he knew that if he didn't tell her now, she would eventually find out. And when she did, Naomi would not be as "forgiving" as she would be within the next few moments...well, hopefully. Marcos never knew when it came to her, but he did tread lightly over this subject.

"Look I will take care of it after we eat, but I promise I'll keep my hands outta my pants while we eat. Just tell me what I'm supposed to get for this kinda thing since I'm clueless."

Marcos could feel the car idling, waiting for Naomi to unleash her imminent wrath. He was quite ready to go eat, but right now she was likely not going to let this go very easily. It might take some convincing, but he was going to get her to agree so they could hurry up and find food. Guys weren't too happy when they were kept from food very long either (as Naomi likely had learned from past encounters). He sat in his seat, squirming a bit while trying to paint a very patient smile on his face, which was proving quite difficult.

WORDS!: 502    TAG!: Naomi    SETTING!: 19 ^of April, around 12:15pm.

Marcos listened as she scolded him about his father. In all honesty, she didn't speak much to him about her own dad, but from what he could tell she didn't exactly have the best relationship with him. He just assumed that she didn't understand; sorry father or not, that was still his father, and the man raised him all alone until his latter teenage years. The least he could do for the sorry washed-up has been was to help him out now that he was an adult. Marcos knew that he would never end up an alcoholic with a different woman every week; that's one good thing about having a pretty messed up father - he learned without making those types of mistakes.

"I know...I know this, but he's my father still. Can't help it." Marcos wouldn't argue it further. In fact, the more he argued about it, the more he knew that she was only trying to take care of him and make the best of things. Naomi wanted desperately for her friend to make something of himself, and the feeling was mutual. They were each other's rocks, the foundations for their futures would be rooted in each other. Naomi was his better half, as he always told friends when introducing them, and she only had his best interest at heart. He couldn't stand to argue with someone like that, knowing that no matter what he would always lose. She was a pretty amazing woman after all.

After a long sigh and a drawn out, dramatic play by Marcos, he turned the car in the direction of the pharmacy. She wasn't playing when she told him to go there - it was more of a direct order that one would be stupid to ignore. "Yes, master." The smartass remark would likely be ignored, but defintely not unnoticed. The pharmacy was just down the road, thankfully, so it took them a few short minutes to get there. He stopped the car and looked over at his friend with a sincere smile. "Thanks. Most women wouldn't do stuff like this for their friends." He reached over and grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before unstrapping his seatbelt. "I'll be back in a minute."

His adventure inside took about 10 minutes, which was approximately 9 more than he told his cohort. It wouldn't have taken so long had the old man up front been trying to pay with a regular credit card instead of his EBT. The treatment in his hands was definitely not the cheap one - in fact, this was triple the other price. Reluctantly, he placed the medicine on the counter and paid for it with cash, receiving his change and bolting out the door. He was a bit embarrassed getting this, but it would be a lot better than suffering much longer with Naomi's constant motherly chatter. Back in the car again, he reached around and put his seatbelt back on, backing away and making a beeline directly towards Naomi's house. He was starving, so it wouldn't take them long (despite the heavy traffic picking up).

WORDS!: 529    TAG!: Naomi    SETTING!: 19 ^of April, around 12:15pm.

As they walked into the house and Naomi began to get comfortable, he was directed to the bathroom to take care of his wee little friends. Reluctantly, he didn't stop and headed straight to the bathroom, knowing fully well that if he didn't take care of it now that Naomi would personally do it herself. It's not that she had ever seen him naked before (that was a story for another time) but it would have taken the word awkward and given it an entirely new meaning. So, while she began to head to the kitchen, Marcos found the bathroom and closed the door behind him, sighing and wishing that he didn't have to bother.

The treatment was fairly simple and painless, like any other lice-type treatment, and he washed up and took care of things. If this didn't do it, he was going to just shave it all off. He kept himself trimmed and neat because he cared for his personal hygiene, which included those parts of the body that no one could see. He cleaned the remaining bits of foamed treatment from the shower floor and reclothed himself before heading back into the kitchen. His timing was impeccable; Naomi's excellent soup was already set at two places next to each other. She informed him of his drink choices (which didn't include much, but he wasn't going to complain) while he reached for a glass. It was soon filled with four cubes of ice and full of cold water, and Marcos took his place at the table next to his best friend. "Thanks Naomi. Looks great. Then again, it always is."

It wasn't long before Marcos had nearly indulged in a fourth of his bowl when something stirred his memory. He used a small paper towel to wipe his mouth before breaking the silence. "So...what's on your mind? And don't tell me nothing - I know you better than that." It was time for her to spill the beans; Marcos had a feeling she was hiding something, and now would be the perfect time to approach her about it without dire consequences. Honestly he had no clue what it could have been, but his curiosity was getting the best of him.

WORDS!: 379    TAG!: Naomi    SETTING!: 19 ^of April, around 12:15pm.

Flattery would get him nowhere? That had to be some sort of lie, because flattery had gotten him that job at 4Play. Flattery had helped him become friends with a bunch of people that he knew. Heck, flattery was everywhere! He simply nodded and gave a small chuckle at the comment, knowing good and well that there was no stopping her from scolding him at this point. Instead, he focused back on his food and waited for her to speak. A few mouthfuls of food and he suddenly found himself interested in Naomi for an entirely different reason; the cooking was great, mind you, but she had spoken something Marcos just had to question her about.

His fork immediately found its way to the floor, mouth left agape. "Wait, WHAT? Naomi...You could have, oh I don't know, talked to me about him before now, yes?" Marcos was honestly a bit offended - was he that bad? Sure he was protective and all, but did she not trust him enough to tell him sooner than after their first date? "Come on, you really found someone? Naomi that's nice and all but...Do you think it's a good idea to see someone who has already seen you half-naked? I mean meeting people at clubs is one thing, but sweetheart you work there, as a dancer. I mean...Just wow."

The right words eluded him; it seemed that nothing could keep his surprise in check. He just sat there for a moment, looking at her like she had grown a second head. It finally hit him, after a few moments, that he knew the guy she was talking to. "Yeah I think I know him. I served him a drink - don't remember which, but I believe it was something a bit more classy. Wine perhaps. But Naomi are you really sure? How much do you know about the guy?"

Things just got serious.

WORDS!: 328    TAG!: Naomi    SETTING!: 19 ^of April, around 12:15pm.