Confrontation PT2
Glam put his phone away, then began setting up to put together a salad. He was getting ready to do so when Ches started texting, now he had finally gotten to doing it. Glam hummed as he cut vegetables and other things of the sort for such a dish, probably going along the tune of some riff from a song he had listened to recently.
He let himself ponder whilst he was preparing the mélange. Was Ches right? He wasn't confident, but he doubted the therapy thing would last long. It's not like anything was wrong; in fact everything has been great. Of course there was the occasional off putting thoughts, but it was nothing more than that.
Once he finished cutting through the produce, he put it into a bowl then moved onto the next one, keeping everything as clean as possible as he did so.
Ches sometimes had thoughts or ideas that Glam would usually refuse or disagree with. However, if Ches said ‘do it for me’ then it was hard for him to decline. It may seem stupid to Glam, but sometimes Ches was right and if all else fails, he did something to make his friend happy, or content at the least.
Ches didn't take long to show up at the house. He grinned up at the building with his hands resting in his pockets. Glam said the windows were locked but Ches knew otherwise. The windows of the house were rarely locked incase of his abrupt presentation, on top of that, break-ins were practically never going to happen due to the appearance and history of the place. Now it was just the gamble of which window it was… Ah, Heavy's is never locked!
With that, he made his way up to it, good ol’ Ches style. Whether his style is gripping the wall speck by speck or as simple as some ladder is another question; a question no one will ever know the answer to, not even Heavy. The child in question watched Ches lift the window open, climb in, wave at him then see himself out.
The man’s all-too-familiar footsteps could be heard from the kitchen as his Oxfords hit the steps. He knew the house well, probably even better than Anna! Ches turned his head, he set eyes on his favorite blonde.
“Hey, Glammm! How's the salad going?” Ches inquired, taking his hands out of his pockets and shooting finger guns at Glam, hardly changing his facial expression.
Glam gave a sham sigh of disappointment before glancing at Ches. He really couldn't get upset with him over something so ridiculous. “The salad is turning out good, I might add croutons this time. It needs carbs.” With that comment Glam looked back at the cutting board and moved the last of what he was cutting into the salad bowl. He finally lifted his head to fully look at his friend and leaned on the counter, giving him his usual maniacal smile. Ches's sudden appearance took Glam's mind off of all the therapy talk; Ches made him feel comfortable. Of course, not when it came to a couple pet-peeves but he didn't have to hold a grudge with him.
Ches sauntered over to his friend, examining the glorified assortment. “Mmm… is there bacon ‘n cheese in there by chance?” Ches questioned “Cheese… one of the many perfections of life; like a fine grandma, better with time. Speaking of grandma's; there wasn't one to walk across the street today, usually there are more pedestrians on weekends.” Thoughts poured out as a soft mumble. He leaned on the counter next to Glam, scratching his chin; old habits die hard. His half-lidded eyes finally met with Glam’s as he stared for a moment before adding on. “Oh yeah, also I set up your first session… Heh.” He pointed his finger and waved his hand around a bit as he said this, then crossed his arms and smiled at Glam. The mention was a 180° turn, frankly he wasn't sure if Glam would even acknowledge it verbally.
“Oh, I forgot about that.” A less enthusiastic smile was now laden on the blonde's face; he took a couple seconds to keep eye contact before looking back at the greens. “There's a little in there, but I didn't want to add a lot; seeing as too much of both can cause heart issues.” Glam always seemed to find some way to bring up literacies or facts; after all, it was important for people to know these things; especially loved ones. Their health was one of his top priorities.
Ches's grin quickly turned upside down as Glam mentions the food's possibility of health issues.
"Glam, Glam." He repeated, “do I seem like I mind?” He points out with a shrug. He truly didn't seem to care, and he truly didn't. "Bacon? Okay, fine. But cheese? C'mon Glam, just this once?" They both know that the "just this once" won't actually be just once. Not while knowing Ches, at least. Besides, if it's a no, then Ches would probably try and put it in by himself anyway.... And likely be stopped by Glam.
Glam let out a short sigh as he stopped leaning on the counter, took salad tongs and began mixing the assortment and putting the tongs down leaned against the bowl, proceeding to get out the appropriate dishes and cutlery for the meal.
“You might not mind but I do, and don't try it Ches. You eat enough cheese as is!" Glam put some salad into each bowl; making sure that they had an even amount of all ingredients. He didn't like when there wasn't an even proportion; it bugged him, it always had. There's a certain ratio to everything and if it isn't perfect then it didn't feel the same.
Glam then added "if not heart issues it'll worsen your cholesterol, the last thing I want is for you to end up in the hospital again, Ches." Glam said in an earnest tone as he set the bowls at the table, washed, dried, and put away the dirtier dishes before grabbing two forks, setting them down in their proper spots, and sitting to eat. Glam knew better than to not use the right utensils or to put them in the wrong place; of course he didn't take all of the silverware out usually necessary in a full meal, but this wasn't a meal he felt he had to take so seriously; especially because it was just him and Ches.
Ches halted his advance towards the fridge to get more cheese and glanced at glam like a kid getting caught stealing candy; he wasn't even able to get within two feet of it without Glam knowing he'd try. After a short moment of silence, Ches backed off, going back to his usual loose demeanor. “Alright alright, I'll lay off. Only because you're the one makin’ the food, though.” Ches finally came to the agreement; his gaze averting off to the side to look out the window. “Yeah yeah, chloroform… you visit the afterlife one time ‘n I guess it sticks.” He let out a small chuckle before walking over to the table and sitting next to Glam, taking his fork into his hand and beginning to eat the salad in the bowl in front of him.
Glam had to glance around for a moment; his thoughts stuck on one word. Then, a bit bewildered; he looked at Ches and said “Chloroform? No... Ches, no. I said Cholesterol; Chloroform is a trihalomethane that serves as an anesthetic. High cholesterol is when you have too much of this fatty substance in your blood. I thought I had explained this to you before." He turned back to eat the food in front of him.
"Eh, choreography, chloroform, I don't see much of a difference." Ches mentioned with a shrug. His tone of voice near the end went a little higher, matter-of-factly. Well, more of showing his obliviousness to the manner; or lack of care. However you want to see it. Ches didn't mind whichever; Glam likely did. Maybe he'd prefer it if that wasn't said. Oh well, he should be used to it by now!
With the recalling of them speaking of this before, Ches took a moment with his hands behind his head; staring off to the side with an arched brow. Did they? "Hm, we probably did." He settled; saying this between chews of his food. He didn't mind talking with his mouth full, he didn't spew food everywhere when he spoke like Victoria and Heavy did; Glam learned to live with it.
The blonde nodded; however after a couple moments of silence, Glam had to ask another question. "You usually procrastinate more before you do things, how did you get that appointment set up so quickly? Doesn't that stuff take days anyhow?" Glam hadn't let his eyes leave the bowl; it felt easier to not keep eye contact after bringing up the matter at hand. Unfortunately for the bowl his attention was almost burning, especially since his eyes were practically a light source in and of itself.
"Mmm… yeah, I normally do. But hey, a magician never tells his secrets." Ches pointed out. In all reality, he had it prescheduled before he even discussed this at all with Glam; he was going whether he agreed to or not. This was likely a necessary opportunity for his friend, of course he did this!
Glam swallowed the portion of food that was in his mouth before saying anything; talking with your mouth full was improper, and rude. He doubted Ches would even notice if he did so but it was the thought that counted. “So, when exactly is it? I need to know so I can properly schedule out how that day will go.”
Glam couldn’t bear the thought of even going through with this; mainly because he believed it was a waste of money and time. None of them were necessarily well out when it came to money, and on top of that why even consider such a luxury when there was nothing wrong with him? However, Ches asked him to do this. Glam usually did things if Ches urged him to; even the things he didn’t believe were good ideas. He felt he could never fully disregard things the man said, even if it was dull-witted, because it always had good intent, at least nowadays.
Ches always wanted the best when it came to the two. Even if words didn't prove it; or even his actions, it was always his hope for the two to have a happy ending. Although he realized after some time that a happy ending wasn't what they lacked, all they needed was each other. It did turn out that way.
In those short months of their first summer together, the rainy night Glam showed up at Ches’ door, exhausted. Even during the tough parts of their music career. It was leagues better than beforehand. They struggled, and even during their short departure, Ches wished the best for his friend. He missed him dearly during those times, and even now, one of Ches' favorite memories was pissing in that alleyway; leading to their meetup.
“Tomorrow, I think at 13:15." Ches recalled with food in his mouth, going back and forth. Although he wasn't taught table manners as a child, Ches was still neater than Victoria and Heavy; having the food spewing everywhere when they did so, but it remained inside Ches's mouth.
Glam nodded, he can easily reschedule everything. The only issue would be if anyone questioned it; maybe Ches had thought that out already, he trusted him.
He took another bite of his food and swallowed it before finally taking his head up and looking at Ches, his stare wasn't burning into the brunette like it had been to the bowl; it was more of a stare where he had just been forgetting to blink rather than one of turmoil.
"Alright. Say, Ches. How have things at the shop been going? More importantly, how have you been?" The blonde had begun smiling again; it wasn't the kind of smile you'd think to be uncomfortable to keep after a while, it was soft, and relaxed.
He assumed Ches would probably wander with his words, but he found nothing wrong with that. After all, other than what's implied, it'll get the conversation somewhere else.
Ches stared at the bowl of glorified leaves, chewing a forkful of various contents. Glam was always pretty good with making any kind of meal. Ches' mind seemed to wander a bit. It was always nice to come here, even if just for food, or just for the crapping device of a toilet. Finally processing the question, his grey eyes raised to look at the other.
“Ah, the shop.” A cartoonish gulp indicating him swallowing the food made Glam smile gently. “It's going pretty good, I'd say.” lacking proper grammar, even outside of texting. “A lot of customers since the sales on the Gibsons. At least, customers with good taste.” Ches inhabited a grin with the last sentence, poking and prodding at the lettuce. “And I've been decent,” he shrugged, slightly tilting his head with closed eyes before glancing back at his friend, “always nice seeing you too.”
Glam nodded before eating the last of his food, taking a moment to make sure he properly consumed it. "I'm glad! I also share the same gratitude when I spend time with you." Glam said as he got up to wash the bowl and fork he had used, then proceeded to dry them off and put them nicely in the proper cupboards. Glam preferred hand washing dishes rather than using a dishwasher, those never properly cleaned the dish anyhow.
After the blonde had finished, he washed and dried his hands. "Since you're here, is there anything you would like to do?" He walked over to Ches and stood with his arms crossed behind his back, the same smile as usual plastered on his face.
Hearing that Glam enjoyed spending time with him as well was pretty nice, even though Ches knew of it; it was still nice to hear. Right when he opened his mouth, though, Heavy came in.
Heavy had told Dee of Ches's surprise visit—not too much interest on the other boy's end—Heavy was pretty quick to scramble down the stairs. Skipping from one foot to another as he took a 180° towards Ches.
“Pap, you didn't say that Ches was visiting!” Heavy mentioned as he turned over to the brunette, clearly happy to see him. Sharing his gaze, he watched as he waved with a grin. “Hi Uncle Chessssss,” The family used uncle as more of a term of endearment, he had always felt like a part of the family. “Dee's currently listening to his pop music, so I dunno if he's coming down any time soon.” Heavy pointed out as he stepped to one of the chairs, hopping on it.
"Careful, you aren't supposed to do that, Heavy. You could get hurt." Glam said, gently setting a hand on his son's shoulder. He was quick to point out Heavy's mistake–which was unnecessarily common–but Heavy was doing something that could get himself injured. Glam did not want to take that chance.
After a moment, the blonde dismissed the subject. "Ches just stopped by, it wasn't planned or anything... not that I know of at least!" He said in response to the question, whether it was rhetorical or not. He rocked from his heels to the balls of his feet for a moment then went on to ask "Heavy, would you like some salad? There's still some left, it would be good for you." Glam simpered at his son, waiting for a response; he doubted Heavy would say yes but it was worth a shot.
Heavy's face turned in disgust “Eww… do I have to?” He asked, sitting down in the chair; looking at his father for a reply.
Instead of his fathers voice in response Ches spoke up “I don't think a bowl would hurt ‘ya. It's got bacon bits ‘n some cheese, just have a little.” he said while putting another forkful of salad into his mouth.
Glam watched his son sigh and get out a bowl. The day went on like any other day would; but eventually it was tomorrow, which was then today.
All of a sudden he was standing at the front door with Ches and about to head out for his appointment.
Victoria laughed “He takes you out more than I do, huh?” she nudged Glam playfully, a little rougher than she intended; Glam didn't mind.
“I’ll be back in an hour and 35 minutes, it's nothing too important.” Glam said leaning down a little to give his wife a gentle kiss on the cheek. “If we end up stopping any where I'll text you, alright?” Glam turned towards the door and Ches nodded.
“¡Adiós, traeré a tu papá de regreso más tarde!” Ches said with a hoarse chuckle then opened the front door for Glam and waited for him to walk through; he always opened doors for ladies, and Glam. He wondered if there would be any old ladies on the way there; maybe they'd need someone to help them cross the street… no, this was too important for him to be late, he'll have to help the nice old women another day. He wasn't even walking Glam there so getting out of the vehicle to help someone cross the street would be difficult, and dangerous. Once Glam was out of the door he followed close behind, spinning the keys to the Panther in his hand; she had gotten a couple tune ups recently and the brakes finally worked. Perfect timing!
“‘lright, you ready?” Ches asked, turning on the van and checking the dashboard.
“I believe so.” Glam replied with a higher tone than usual, it didn't worry Ches much; he expected Glam to be a little nervous about this–after all he often avoided talking about his issues, even with him.
The drive was quiet, neither one of them really spoke. Halfway through Ches turned on the radio; it made the silence less deafening. Neither of them really paid attention to it, it was just a talk show; it was harder to find good radio stations nowadays and the ones that are good you have to pay for.