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Cruel World Happy Mind

deep dives on internet lives.

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Maddie tossed her head back, laughing entirely too hard at the stupid joke her childhood best friend, Frankie Hall, had just told. Maybe it was the weed, or maybe the insanely expensive bottle of white wine, but Maddie and Frankie had been balls of laughter all night.  

All throughout the apartment, the only sources of light were Maddie’s signature vanilla scented candles, and the stars in the night sky.  

Sat on Maddie’s couch, the pair passed the bottle of wine back and forth, the weed Frankie had purchased earlier that day still very much in their systems.  

“I’m so glad you missed your flight.” Maddie admitted as she looked at Frankie. 

In the light of the candles, Frankie could make out the wanting look in Maddie’s eyes; even under the heavy cloud of the weed, and the alcohol swimming in their veins, Frankie was still able to recognize that they were staring into hungry eyes.  

From the moment Madison picked them up from the airport after seeing their Instagram story about being stranded in Seattle, there had been this energy in the air; like electricity flowing from a live wire, Frankie and Maddison were buzzing. 

Standing outside the airport, Maddison greeted Frankie with a big hug; the sweet smell of her perfume hitting Frankie like a body being dropped in the ocean; in all their thirty years of life, Frankie had never learned to swim, so they were drowning in the smell of her. 

As they broke apart, Maddison led them to her car, and after getting in, the pair opted to get some food. 

In a hole in the wall diner, Frankie scoffed as Maddison told them about a pizza joint that supposedly rivaled Buddy’s, a little pizzeria in New York City that Frankie and Maddie used to frequent back when they were living in Brooklyn.  

“Are you high? Nothing will ever compare to Buddy’s. Josh and Jeff are rolling in their graves right now!” Frankie all but yelled as they slammed their hands down on the table. 

A couple of people around them turned to look at the pair but as far as Frankie and Maddie were concerned, they were the only two in the entire world at that moment.  

Throughout the near decade that they’d known one another, there was nothing Maddie loved more than riling Frankie up; one of the easiest ways to get Frankie going was to insult Buddy’s, Frankie’s favorite pizza joint. 

Even after years spent in Italy, making authentic pizza, and four years of living in Chicago, Frankie remained steadfast in their declaration that Buddy’s was the best pizza joint ever to exist. 

Frankie was horrified that Maddie would even suggest such a thing, and they told her that her New Yorker card should be burned for that.  

The pair went back and forth some more before Maddie decided that they’d better leave before they were kicked out. After getting the check and leaving a generous tip, the pair filled up their cups one last time, and made their way out the door.  

The bell above the pizzeria door dinged as Frankie and Maddie spilled out into the cold Seattle night.  

On foot, the pair began walking, with no destination in mind, they simply walked and talked, free to be as loud as they wanted now. Arm in arm, the pair headed down the street, re-countings of their shared childhood on their lips. 

“Frankie! You don’t have to lie! I know you fucked her!” Maddie laughed as they made their way down the street. 

Frankie made a disapproving sound as they took a long pull from the blunt Maddie had so expertly rolled.  

After leaving the diner, Maddie and Frankie ran into Maddie’s friend Pat, a local pothead who had a love of smoking and growing marijuana. Maddie introduced Pat and Frankie, and the trio began chopping it up before Pat turned to Maddie and informed her that he had just gotten a fresh batch of what he claimed to be ‘the best weed of all time.’ 

"Wanna check it out?” Maddie asked as she turned to Frankie. 

Frankie gave a hell yeah, and so the pair slipped into the back of Pat’s Honda and headed back to his place.  

The pair, along with Pat, chopped it while Frankie and Maddie shared a joint, and Pat finished up some work. Then, after an uncertain amount of time, the pair bid Pat farewell before heading back out into the Seattle night. 

With cloudy minds, Frankie and Maddie walked the streets until suddenly Maddie stopped, causing Frankie, who had been holding her hand, to stop as well. 

As the pair looked at one another, that live wire became active again; the current flowing between them was so strong, Frankie and Maddie’s chests were rising and falling as if they’d just ran several miles. 

In an instant, the pair were rushing through the streets, on their way to Maddie’s place. They’d only managed to make it into the elevator before Frankie had Maddie up against the wall with their lips on hers and their hands roaming her body. 

Luckily, the pair managed to make it all the way to the twentieth floor, and into Maddie’s apartment without ever being spotted.  

In the apartment, the door slammed shut as Maddie fell against it. Frankie’s mouth found her neck as Maddie fumbled to get the door locked.  

Once she finally did, Maddie ran her hands up Frankie’s body, pushing their jacket off their shoulders as she walked them towards the couch.  

Pushing them down, she straddled their lap as Frankie’s hand eagerly found her ass, pulling Maddie flush against them. 

Their mouths crashed together, and Frankie’s lips parted, making way for Maddie to slip her tongue into their mouth. 

As Maddie took control of the kiss, Frankie pushed Maddie’s dress up, their hand finding her inner thigh. 

“I wanna feel you.” Frankie said, scratching her inner thigh. 

Maddie could only moan in response, and that, combined with her pushing her wet core into their hand, was all the response Frankie needed. 

Moving her panties to the side, Frankie’s finger practically sunk into her, causing Maddie and Frankie to groan.  

Maddie rolled her hips frantically, her pussy practically swallowing their fingers as she went. 

By this point, Frankie’s head was spinning; with one arm wrapped around her waist, and their other hand knuckles deep inside her, Frankie fucked Maddie with everything they had.  

Orgasm after orgasm ripped through Maddie until she physically couldn’t move anymore.  

Tapping out, she flopped onto the couch, watching as Frankie licked their fingers clean.  

“You just wait until I catch my breath, then I’m gonna rock your world.” Maddie panted. 

Frankie could only laugh before leaning down to kiss her. 

The pair went at it again and again, and again, until finally, the pair fell asleep on the couch as the sun began to rise. 

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"I do what I want! I’m a grown ass man!” Corey Smiley’s grandfather, Vinson said, as he slammed his fists down onto the arms of his wheelchair. 

Corey looked from their mother to their grandfather, then back to their mother again. 

“You wanted to keep him here. I told you, I wanted to send him to a home but no... ‘that’s cruel, we can’t just abandon papa in a nursing home’.” Victoria, Corey’s mother, said, doing her best impression of them.  

“Where the hell did papa even learn to use a computer!” Corey said, throwing their hands in the air. 

“’Where did I learn to use a computer?!’  Where did I, learn to use a computer? I invented the fucking computer!” Vinson said, poking himself in the chest. 

Victoria turned her attention from her father to the computer in front of him. 

“There’s gotta be a way to undo this, right?” Victoria asked as she looked over at Corey.  

“Yeah, we’ll just email them and let them know that MY GRANDFATHER IS A QUACK, and signed me up by mistake.” Corey said. 

“Ahh you fucking chicken! You’re a scared little baby! You’re scared of love. You know when I was your age, your mother had already been born and your grandmother was pregnant with your uncle!”  Said Vinson. 

“Yeah, and back then bread was a fucking nickel, and you could buy a house with some pocket change and a pinkie promise.” Corey said with a scoff. 

Turning their attention back to the computer, Corey watched their mother scroll up and down the webpage, in search of an email or a phone number. 

“Wait, stop there. Who’s that?” Corey said, pointing at the screen. 

Victoria paused her scrolling, allowing Corey to get a better look at the picture of the woman displayed on the webpage. 

“Is that her?” Victoria asked as she turned around to look back at her father. 

Vinny grinned widely as he nodded his head.  

“Yep. Quite the looker, isn’t she?” He said. 

”I’ve gotta give it to him, the old man’s got good taste.” Said Victoria. 

“Mom! Don’t encourage him! The man’s fucking looney! He signed me up for a dating show! Who the hell signs their grandchild up for a dating show?!” Corey said as they threw their hands in the air. 

“I want great-grandchildren Cornelius!” Vinny said, slamming his fists down yet again. 

Corey let out a huff as they dropped their face into their hand. 

“Papa I told you, I don’t have time for kids right now! I have to run the restaurant and...” 

“Oh wow, she really is stunning.” Corey said, getting distracted by the images their mother was clicking through. 

“And she’s half Italian too!” Victoria said. 

Corey shook their head in an attempt to clear it. 

“Who cares? I don’t need my grandfather playing match maker. I can find love all on my own.” Corey said. 

“Then why haven’t you?” Vinny asked, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Corey looked over at their mother, expecting her to help them deal with their grandfather, but instead, they were met with the expecting look of their mother; like she too wanted to know why Corey hadn’t found love yet.  

Corey scoffed and shook their head. 

“Seriously mom, you’re not gonna back me up?” Corey said, throwing their hands in the air. 

“Well to be honest I’m just as curious as your grandfather.” Said Victoria. 

Victoria trailed off, and Corey felt somewhat betrayed. 

 Normally Victoria would discourage her father from meddling in Corey’s life, but her lack of reprimanding Vinny, combined with her comment felt like a co-sign for her father. 

“Well, I didn’t think I’d be the one to have to remind either one of you, but I’m quite busy. I don’t have time for a relationship.” Corey said. 

Vinny scoffed loudly, causing his daughter to roll her eyes, but still, she said nothing. 

“You don’t have time for a relationship? Bullshit! What are you doing all day that takes up all your time? You wake up in the middle of the day, you do a little bit of cooking, bark orders at the staff, stuff your face, and then fall asleep and repeat. There’s plenty of time in your day for love!” Vinny said, throwing his hands in the air. 

 “’Bark orders, stuff my face, sleep and repeat’? Really old man? That’s all you think I do?” Corey said with a scoff. 

Victoria huffed as she looked back and forth between her child and her father. Corey and Vinny were one in the same; they knew how to push each other's buttons better than anyone else ever could.  

Part of the reason Victoria and Corey’s dad, Alex, stopped bringing Vinny to the restaurant during Corey’s shifts was because the pair could spend hours arguing about any and everything. Corey and Vinny once had an entire yelling match about boiling water. They argued about which pot to use, what brand of oil to use, even how much salt was considered ‘a pinch of salt’. If left to their own devices, Corey and Vinny could spend a lifetime fighting. 

“Bark orders? Sleep all day? How could you possibly know what I do all day?” Corey said. 

“Ahh, here we go.” Victoria said, well aware of where this conversation was headed. 

“I do more managing than I do cooking! I plan the menus, stock the kitchens, do the budgeting for my restaurant, and the restaurant back home in Italy. I handle the payroll for all of our restaurants here in The States, and I still manage to find the time to go on all those silly little dates you keep setting me up on. And don’t talk to me about how I manage my restaurant old man. At least I let my employees do their jobs, Mr. Step Aside and Let Me Do It.” Corey said throwing their hands in the air. 

If they kept going like this, then someone was bound to say something that would hurt the other’s feelings; but Victoria would be damned if she was going to step into an argument between Corey and her father. The last time she’d intervened in one of their fights, it ended with Victoria being the bad guy. 

“Cornelius you’re a coward! I built a business and managed a whole family for thirty years! Work alone can’t sustain you. Who’s gonna wipe your ass in sixty years when you can’t do it anymore.” Vinny shouted. 

“Papa, having someone to wipe your ass isn’t a good enough reason to have kids!” Corey shouted, throwing their hands in the air.  

Corey turned to their mom, who immediately shook her head as she pushed her hands out in front of her, physically rejecting the entire situation. 

“Nope, I want no part in this. This is between you and your grandfather.” She said, wagging her finger back and forth between the two. 

Corey scoffed. 

“Ma! Are you serious?” Corey asked. 

“As a heart attack.” She said. 

Corey opened their mouth to speak again but Victoria stopped them with a sharp ‘nope’ as she raised her hand, physically rejecting anything else Corey had to say.  

Turning on her heels, Victoria made her way out of the room, leaving Corey standing there with their grandfather.  

“Come on Cornelius! I’m dying, do it for me!” Vinny shouted. 

Corey groaned internally before turning around to face their grandfather.  

“Papa we’re all dying. That’s what life is, a slow march to death.” Corey said. 

“Well I’m marching faster!” Vinny shouted. 

Corey huffed, there was no winning with this man. Throwing their hands in the air, Corey made their way out of the room. 

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