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Hi, dear readers! I'm back. This is the review of "The Fuck Club" visual novel I was developing, but halted a few months ago. This time I'm in for good to reboot this universe with multiple stories.
This is a work of fiction. Every resemblance with people and organizations is non intended.
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The College Club Chapter 8 Oliver Welr patreon.com/oliverwelr
Somewhat-normal-Jeff and I returned to my bedroom. Leon was mind blown the entire time. He usually didn't witness us messing with our magic, we just did it and told him how it went, when he asked. Before he closed my door, he made me reassure him that Jeff wasn't just faking it so he could cut my jugular while I was sleeping.
In the darkness of my room, Jeff slept between my legs, his head on top of a pillow on my lap while I sat leaning against the headboard. I kept massaging his hair for him to fall asleep faster so he could have some peace after all this. I still refused to use my powers on him, even for a simple thing like making him go to sleep. His beta tattoo marked on the forearm made me remember Carl and, once more, the guilty feeling rushed back into me. I was sure the cops would find him soon and contact his mother. Oh my God! His mother! She would call me or Jeff any second, at that point.
The first time we all three visited her at the tiny Middleburg, Carl was shaking nervously walking to her front door. But when she saw us at her doorstep, she welcomed us in, no questions asked, a smile on her face and served us some homemade apple cookies. Before Carl opened his mouth at the table, she said she already knew he preferred the boys. She just wanted to know which one of us was his special friend, in her words. When Carl didn't say anything and lowered his head, Jeff and I reached his hands under the glassy table. Her surprised expression gave away that she understood we were all together.
I couldn't help but feel a complete bag of scum. I left her dead son alone in a cold lab like a squashed cockroach.
I cleaned up the tear falling from my left eye and searched for my phone on the nightstand. It was difficult to reach out without shaking Jeff's head so I summoned it into my hand. It was around 5 a.m., so she would be happily waking up soon to take care of the land. She had to hear it from me first. I owned her at least that much.
"Michael?" The phone just rang a bunch of times before I heard her sleepy voice. "Hello, my dear. I called Carl last night, but he didn't pick up. He said he was going to be here yesterday."
Her sweet accent was iconic over the phone. Just the way I remembered her.
"Michael, sweetie?! Is everything alright with him?" She asked again.
"Mrs. Greene, I'm sorry to inform you that Carl--" The fake strong voice I was trying to use crackled and the next words were blurted out in the middle of my tears, almost ultrasonic. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Greene. He has passed away."
"Michael, sweetie?! Don't trick me, Michael." She paused. "Michael, my dear?! You're not saying my only child is dead. My beautiful sunshine isn't dead, Michael. Don't you dare say it!"
"Mrs. Greene, I--" I interrupted myself with a hiccup.
"Michael?! What happened to him, Michael?" I could barely understand the words in the middle of her crying.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Greene! I-- I just needed to inform you beforehand. He was everything to me, Mrs. Greene, and I owed you at least one call. I'm so sorry." I shut down the call. I couldn't stand the thought of such a wonderful mother losing the man of her life. Her own son. No parent should bear the loss of their child.
I tossed my phone on my right and closed my eyes, drying my tears. My memories took me back to Carl at my apartment during one of our winter vacations.
We were alone for just one week while Jeff traveled back to Holland to visit his folks. They didn't know about Jeff's sexuality either and he never planned to tell them.
Carl and I walked so much around the city those days that I skipped legs at the gym for the entire week, the much they hurted. It was so chilly outside on the streets that when we got home, we turned up the heater to the maximum we could and got under the covers in the living room couch, completely intermingled. This led to our bodies heating up fast, that led to body parts heating up fast, that led to Netflix asking if someone was still watching Grey's Anatomy. I'm sorry, Dr. McDreamy, but I needed to be on call with my boy when he wanted it. Due to the coldness, we had to get creative with positions we could perform under the covers before things really heated up, but he always started riding my cock, wearing the comforter as a cowboy cape.
The sun was invading the edges of my bedroom curtains when I opened my eyes. Jeff was at my right and I could easily get up without having to move him.
In the living room, the frying sound found my ears and the incredible scent of scrambled eggs hit my noistrails. Chris was laying on the three--seat couch scrolling down on his phone while Leon was at the kitchen corner putting his culinary hobbies to a good use. He learned how to cook all by himself so we didn't order takeout every single day.
"Good morning, bro! Do you want some scrambled eggs and bacon?" Leon turned his head to ask me.
"No, thanks." In my head I formed a thankful smile on my face.
"Did you get any information from Jeff?" Chris asked me.
"Chris, he went to sleep. That's all. Give him a break." I answered annoyed.
Nothing Jeff could say would change my mind from the fact that my magic contributed one hundred percent to the death of my boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend. Oh, God! I had to talk to Jeff about us too.
"We need to know what happened so we can prevent this in the future." Chris was being pushier than normal.
"Chris, my-- Carl just died! First of all, let's sit on the fact that I have to get back to Harvard and take care of his funeral." I was annoyed with him. How could he care so little about a person dying?
"He's asking because Jeff was involved." Leon said, placing his plate next to his laptop on the counter. He typed his password and turned it over to me.
"What?!"
"He made several access on those VR servers along with Carl and Ethan, according to this log file." The time stamps on those access made me realize we were under my Reality Spell for about two days and the three of them kept changing configurations on the game while we were in there. Also, there were multiple errors and bug warnings along the lines. "They kept waking up and changing the course of things as they wished, but somewhere in the process the game started bugging."
"Yeah. I remember waking up for a few seconds and seeing them together." I admitted.
"When Leon and I started to show up to you, a lot of things went out of line." Chris said.
In the game, my brother had kissed me. For as much as I love him with all my heart, I would never kiss him with that much intensity he showed me in the lockers.
"Do y'all remember everything you lived in there?" I asked my brothers.
"Yes." They answered in unisson. I just stared at Chris.
"And?" I demanded that he kept going.
"I don't know what the fuck happened. It was a fucking VR game! All I wanted to do was wake you up and things happened the way they did." Chris explained himself.
"What are you two talking about?" Leon looked from me to Chris.
"Chris and I were some kind of lovers there." I tried to begin to explain.
"But I thought the whole thing was about you and Carl." Leon made a weird face.
"It was, but sometimes Chris came up to me and did... couple's things." I said and crossed my arms, puzzled with myself. Chris remained silent.
Well, he wasn't just being silent. He was being silently weird with Carl's death, with Jeff, with us. I knew my brother too well, but I decided it was a thing of his. As soon as he felt comfortable he would tell me everything he knew, maybe it was something just him and I could understand.
"I believe he was trying to make you see some nonsense bullshit to make you break it, didn't you?" He looked at Chris, who confirmed with his head.
"Yes, that was it." He answered, but I didn't buy it for a second.
"And gross, man! Didn't you have anything else better to show him?" Leon laughed and breaked some of the tension in the room, returning to his cooking.
I shook away the feeling my brother was hiding something when it hit me again: Carl was dead and I had to do something about it.
"Michael?" I heard Jeff calling behind me.
"What?" I turned to him.
He had my phone in his hands, the screen for me to see the call.
"It's the Police."
I took the phone. The officer that talked to me asked me if I was Carl's relative and I simply told him he was my boyfriend, looking at Jeff for his approval. He didn't complain, but I knew I still had to talk to him about all that. The officer kept going about how they found him and that they assumed that it was a suicide because they found an handwritten note. Immediately, I turned to Chris and he avoided me. He told me a few more bureaucracy details and finished the call.
"So... We're in New York?" Jeff asked, looking around the apartment. He already had been here a couple of times so he knew it quite well.
"Yes." I simply answered.
"I don't think I have my wallet to get a flight back." He said in a goofy way. I held myself not to laugh at him.
"Come on." I held his hand and took him back to my room.
I closed the door behind me and asked, "Jeff, you know I'm not a rodeo guy. I'll ask this straight and simple: do you still want to be with me?"
"I don't know." He looked down to his right forearm.
That was surprisingly not hurtful. I don't know if it was because it was happening within my grief or if it was the prior conversation we had about him proposing. But "I don't know" isn't the answer you want to hear out of this kind of question. "I don't know" is for when you're having second thoughts.
"I expected that." I looked at his tattoo. "Chris set you free. Soon it will vanish."
"I kind of like it. It reminds me of Carl." He followed the lines with his fingers. "How do we stand on the flight thing?" He let go of his arm and looked at me.
"No need for planes. You already know who I am." I held the palm of my hand open in front of me and opened a portal to his dorm room. I don't need to do theatrical movements bullshit, but it was good to warn him.
He turned to see his room a step behind himself. Before he went in, he turned back to me, coming in my direction and hugged me for a while, not saying anything. I corresponded his affection back. Four years of story were ending in the middle of us as well as a human life.
"Bye." I whispered right before he let go of me.