Xiaolin Showdown Porn Story: A Whole Lot of Nothing – Chapter 15
Sorry for the very sudden ending in the last chapter. I just wanted to get something out. And thanks if you’ve reviewed, boo if you’re reading this and you haven’t.
The walk in the garden emulated so many that preceded it. Beautiful weather. Beautiful scenery. We weren’t really talking yet, but if it went as our other walks did, the conversation would spark deeper in the garden.
As we made our way to our usual resting place, a bench in the shade of a weeping willow, I couldn’t help but notice Clay edging closer and closer to me. I tried not to let him know that I saw, but it was extremely difficult to keep my eyes on the path and not him. He got so close that our arms brushed.
Recoiling from the contact, he mumbled, “Uh… Sorry.” Before he could flee, I grabbed his arm and wrapped mine around it. It was rigid to the touch, so I gave him one of my warmest smiles to ease his mind. Not long after, his heartbeat settled and we were at the bench. When we got to the willow tree, Clay parted a section of the hanging branches to let me pass. “After you”, he said politely with a smile. I hope he doesn’t expect me to curtsy.
“Thanks”, I said while passing to hide my embarrassment. What he did was nice, but it always made me feel a little odd. I think I’ll just focus on the nice part.
“So what’re we talking about today?”, he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.
I gave him a play punch to the cheek. “You think sharing intimate thoughts and details of our past lives is funny?”, I asked him as I stood on the bench. This way, I was a couple inches taller than he was.
He picked me up and slung me over his shoulder so he could sit down. “No. I just think it’s funny how you get so angry when you think I do.” He let go, so I flipped over him and took a seat right next to him on the bench.
Changing the subject, I asked him, “What did you think of the prank we pulled on Rai?” It seemed like he was very remorseful after we stopped laughing.
“Well, to be honest, I wouldn’t’ve done it myself. I think it was a little harsh, even for Raimundo.” He sighed and looked up at the light that pieced through the dense foliage above us. “You and Kim should apologize before he cooks up a plan for you two.”
“You’re probably right, as always.” My sigh turned into a laugh as he gave me one of his big Texan smiles. “But you gotta admit that that was funny.”
“Maybe a little bit”, he admitted as he continued smiling. After a while, it was a tad unnerving how he could just look at me and smile for so long.
“So Clay”, I started to take his attention off of staring at me. “Have you ever been in a relationship before?”
“A couple”, he answered quickly. I was a little shocked, but I really couldn’t blame them once I thought about what a great catch he is. Sweet, caring, handsome, and overall inviting. What more could you ask for?
“A couple?”, I asked jokingly with a raised eyebrow. “What were they like?”
“Well, seeing as they were all in Texas, I’m sure you know that they were all gals”, he gave me a look that said “you probably knew that”, and continued. “Well, the one that I was with the longest I was with for a good year or two. I don’t remember exactly how long, but somewhere in that general time frame.” I tilted my head to the side and he took the hint to speed it up. “Well anyways, she was a nice girl and pretty to boot, but there was just no passion in the relationship. Not to offend her, but I honestly felt like she had no personality.”
He mused on about his girlfriends with a vast range of emotions. As Clay played out various scenes from his dating life, the ever dreaded question drew closer and closer. Some of the descriptions weren’t as pleasant as others, but three or four girls later he was finished.
“So Matt, have you ever had a serious relationship before?”, asked Clay curiously. He also just had to add. “I’m thinking no seeing how young you are, but who knows? Maybe you’ve met a special someone on one of your many adventures.”
The last part made it that much harder to tell Clay. “Well, you see Clay, there was someone. Well, more like is. We’ve been on and off for the past couple of years.” Clay’s face registered shock before growing drastically darker. I thought it would be a good idea to just try and continue. “You remember me talking about Chris, right?” A quick nod was his only response. “It’s his son. Chris Jr.”
Silence followed the revelation. “Why didn’t you tell me?”, Clay asked with pain in his voice.
“I didn’t think I had to. Last time I saw him, I tried breaking it off, but I checked my e-mail this week and he said that he was planning a visit here.” Clay was not thrilled to hear that.
“So all this time, there’s been someone else? What in tarnation were you thinking? How could you keep this a secret? That seems like a pretty darn good thing to tell someone before you kiss them!” His rant would’ve continued if I didn’t stop him.
“Clay, I’m sorry. Really sorry. I know you didn’t deserve this, but I’m just not sure what I was thinking”, I confessed. “I know for a fact that I do love you, but I’m not sure if I still have feelings for Chris or not.”
I knew that he wasn’t happy one bit. “Matt, I’m sure you realize that I’m not one bit happy about this”, he told me. “but what I do know is that I love you too. I may be angry and hurt, but I still love you.” He got up and gave me a very affectionate kiss on the cheek. “But I also know that this isn’t going to work out unless we’re both committed to this 100.”
The realization hit me and I nearly broke down in tears. “I’m sorry, but the way I figure, we shouldn’t see each other anymore.” The words froze me in place. “I still hope we can be friends though.” He extended a hand for me to shake, and despite my greatest efforts to kick and scream and yell, I couldn’t bring myself to do anything more than gingerly accept his handshake. I let go of his hand very gently and could almost feel the waves of pain and anguish that I was radiating. With a glance up at him, I could see a one-sided smile turn into a worried look.
“Matt, I’m really sorry”, he mumbled and looked down as a single tear streaked down my cheek. I turned and he tried to reach out to me, but by the time his hands were a foot from where I had been, I was halfway down the path back to the temple.
I couldn’t stand to see him right now and risk saying something I’d regret. A dull ache welled up in my chest and my breathing became labored as I ran towards my room. Dark clouds rolled in, seemingly from nowhere. With every leap and bound I took, they collected and thickened, threatening to let down their load at any moment. Overhead a loud thunderclap rolled across the valley, stirring all of the leaves in the garden. In the silence that followed, a gentle mist filled the air.
By the time I got back to my room, the gentle mist had turned to bullet-like drops of rainwater that left bruises to those unlucky enough to get caught in their midst. I entered my room bruised, panting and sweaty despite all of the rainwater. With a forceful tug the wet robes undid themselves and slid off of me. More sweat and tears reached the robes than the rainwater. I dried off and slipped into some dry pajamas before getting into bed.
I knew that it could be barely into the afternoon, although the rain made it dark enough to pass for dusk. At the moment, I couldn’t care less and it seemed like the most logical thing in the world to hole up in my room for now. Picking up my pillow, I tried to hold back a sob. The suppressed cry forced out more tears, and I buried my head into the soft down. I curled up into a ball next to a wall and rocked until I fell asleep. This way, only my pillow would ever know that I was crying.
I think this was one of my shortest chapters yet. The ending to this is sorta weird, but I hope it’ll build up some tension for later chapters. Hopefully, you’ve read the earlier chapters or you may have a “WTF?!” moment with the mention of Chris. I haven’t really defined him yet, so I’ll see if I can play around with him a bit. Till next time I suppose.