Chapter 16: Rest Up Part III
"So," cough*cough* "You are telling me I need to take a few interesting photos of my sisters to help aid my campaign?"
Jane nodded and swirled in my computer chair, "Precisely!" She laughed, "Sounds more weird when you say it aloud."
I looked at Sam who watched Jane nervously, I could tell she was this eccentric usually. He gave the "why me" face I have been giving off a lot recently. I could tell when a brother was going through tough times.
I saluted him in my head.
"If you want an ounce of a chance, this is the only way Warren."
I raised an eyebrow, "I mean, not really. We can just campaign like any other regular person. Why make it so interesting just to advance the plot?"
Jane smiled, a lollipop placed in her mouth. I watched her swirl it around effortlessly.
"You don't get it do you?"
Her eyes went cold, "Your chances are dwindling by the day. People do not want to vote for someone they only saw for two days, the only impression they have of you is that you are scared.
Scared?!
I opened my mouth to speak. However, Sam blurted out, "She is right, We need you to make your public figure known."
I glared at him, "Why do you suddenly care so much?"
Sams sighed, "We are both commoners and for the most part, your path is not an easy one but deep down..."
Me and Jane leaned in, "I want to see you succeed."
Jane smiled, "Heart warming, but also not helping. You gonna do it Warren?"
I watched Sam look away and scratch his scalp.
"I mean, if it truly seems like this is the only way, I have to try no?"
Jane grinned ear to ear, "Hehe, I'm starting to fall for you already."
I weakly grinned also, "Yeah..."
After that, we sat awkwardly in silence. Then I remembered my sisters would be coming home any minute.
"Um, sorry to make this abrupt, but I would like to start this "operation" soon, so can you guys bounce?"
Jane smirked, "Fine, don't want to ruin your masturbation ses anyways, let's go Sam."
Sam looked at me to help but reluctantly followed her out.
I exhaled and fell back on my pillow, my body still feeling weak and fragile. I could not even fight back against Veronica.
My face reddened, damn just thinking about it got me going. I rolled over and closed my eyes, the camera neatly sitting on the dresser closet to me.
I need to sleep so I can help win the election.
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Why do I even wanna win?
I never occurred to me but I never exactly was fond of being a leader or anything close to a student council President. Why was I doing any of this?
My mind pondered over that question as I drifted into sleep.
"HEY SPORT!"
I jumped up to see my dad grinning ear to ear.
"Hey, I need to as-"
"No, fuck off dad."
"Cmooonnnn, It will be fun."
I remembered the few times he said it "will be fun" and we just ended up doing manual labor.
"What?"
My father pushed up his glasses and smirked, "Me and Veronica are going to go hiking up Mt. Pyre if you are interested."
I sighed and rolled my eyes, "You remember I'm sick right?"
My father tapped his chin, a slight grudge of facial hair forming. "I mean, I did forget, but heyyyyy, you will be fine here alone right?"
I waved him off, "Yeah, I need to do school work anyways."
My dad grinned, "All the girls are coming and I felt like it would be a nice bonding experience for the family."
My eyes narrowed and my mind focused.
"Thanks but again, I'm sick."
He put his hands on his hips and sighed, "You win this one Warren, just rest up and get well soon."
He angrily stomped out of my room.
I hid my smirk, ideas starting to formulate in my head. You bastard of a dad, all you did was lay the ground work. Trying to take photos of any of the girls was futile, especially in this god forsaken house.
But. If they were going about there business in a crowded area then it was fair game. Like taking photos of a wild tiger as it sleeps.
I grabbed the camera and nodded, I need a disguise first.
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I sat criss-crossed in Marcus' apartment, a dazzling smile on my face.
Marcus rolled his eyes, "Don't smile like that, you are giving off some weird ass vibes."
I bowed, "so will you help me senpai?!"
Marcus tapped his thigh and looked at his open laptop, an anime playing without subtitles in Japanese.
"Well I will always help you, even if it means photo stalking your sisters, but why do you need a disguise?"
I gestured, "I don't wanna get caught and they hate me again, this is something that's necessary."
He sipped coffee, "What did you have in mind then?"
"I pictured a mole placed on my face, maybe cutting a line in my eyebrow, a temporary face tattoo and like a Hawaiian shirt."
I grinned at my realization of my dream disguise. If I had that then no way was I gonna be seen.
Marcus sat quietly as he spun slowly, "I've got it!"
He disappeared into his room, the door slamming.
A few minutes later he came out with a trench coat and a black fedora. I coughed and took the clothing from him, "Why do you just have these things?!"
Marcus shrugged, "As a cosplayer I have to have a lot of clothing no?"
I sighed, I almost forgot. "But what about my idea for a disguise..." I made a pouty face and puppy eyes.
Marcus bent over and thumped me on the head, "Maybe if you were two dimensional and an underage girl with magical powers that would work. But sadly you aren't."
I rubbed the red spot forming on my forehead. That hurt more than I thought.
Marcus grinned and patted me on the shoulder, "Now go gather that harem and like I always say," We both looked at each other, "The Sex King Can't Be a Virgin."
I sighed, "I'm a long ways away from that, but hopefully this helps, I have an idea in mind."
The toaster dinged, "Also don't get soaking wet this time around."
My mind ignored his statement as I put the clothing on and hopped out of his apartment, the sun high in the sky and grey clouds no where to be seen.
I smelt the rustic air of Garden City.
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