“It’s my fish, so back up off it! I’m gonna barbeque this baby over that nice fire Resa made…and have my appetizer!” There was NO way, on God’s beloved green Earth…that I was sharing MY hard earned catch...with him.
“I told you, Howard! I fuckin’ TOLD you…that we should cancel the damn cruise! But did you listen to me? Huh? Hell fuck no! Now you’re getting all possessive over a fuckin’ fish that’s hardly even a damn mouth full!”
AJ hasn’t had a real vision, in years…at least, none that I know of. So when he came to me, about this ‘vision’, I thought he was just trying to skate out of a commitment. He has been known to do that, on occasion. Now, I’m not trying to say that he’s completely unreliable…but, he has weaseled his way out of plenty of things, in the past. I don’t wanna sound like I’m bashing my best friend, because he’s a really good guy, it’s just that if he doesn’t want to do something, it’s really hard to get him to follow through, with it.
“Don’t start, with me, McLean. I’m not, exactly in the mood, to deal with your shit. I see you eyeing my fish…and it’s just not happening. I’m not sharing, so get your own!”
He didn’t hesitate to snap, right back, at me. “Well if you hadn’t sent me on a fucking guilt trip, we wouldn’t be stranded on this damn…fucking island, in the first place! And, than you wouldn’t have to deal with my ‘shit’. On top of that…weren’t you and Resa supposed to be getting food for everyone?!? Fuckin’ Puerto is loco!”
“The cruise ship, going down…is not my fault! So shove it.” A.J. McLean might be might be my best friend…but he sure does know how to push my buttons! I’d be lying, if I said that I wasn’t ready to slap him, in the face, with my rather puny fish. “Just my luck, I get stranded with the fucking know it all. Tu me vuelves loca! A veces, lo juro por Dios, usted es peor que Nick! Tu piensas sabes todo. ¿No? ¿Y tú me dijiste loco? Dios mio!”
“I might not be as fluent as you Dorough…and you talk way too damn fast…but I know enough, to know you’re cussin’ me out! So…fuck you, right back!” Of course I was cussin’ him out! I may be the peaceful one, but I really wasn’t in the mood to be peaceful with him…at least, not right now. I had used up all my patience with my partner, over there. She was a nice enough woman, and all, but all her staring was starting to get on my nerves…especially when I’m making a fool out of myself, trying to catch this stupid fish!
“You bet your ass, I’m cussin’ you out, dipshit.” He wouldn’t even believe what I went through, to catch this thing. First off, in my effort to find a stick, I tripped over a huge root and fell flat on my face. Then I got all tangled up in the vines when I was trying to find one that I could use for a fishing line….and just like some movie, I ended up hanging by my ankle, from a tree. Don’t ask me how that’s even possible, because I haven’t figured that part out, yet. But let me tell you this, Resa was laughing so hard, at me, she had tears in her eyes. And that was just the beginning of it all.
“Ain’t this just fuckin’ peachy. Sweet fuckin’ D is cussin’ out the cusser. Bastard.” Did he really just call me a bastard?
“Don’t get me started on bastards, McLean!” He shouldn’t be talking about bastards…because technically…by definition…
“Oh hell fuck no! You’re seriously going to go there?!?” Oops…I must have said that last bit out loud. I can tell by that vein in his forehead, that’s popping out, I definitely didn’t just think that last comment. “For your damn information…in case you fuckin’ forgot…my parents were married when my mom got pregnant…and she had me! If you’re going to kick me in the damn nuts, with a blow that fuckin’ low…at least make sure you have the fuckin’ definition right, jack ass.” Now…I felt bad…not that I was going to admit it. I hadn’t meant to make that comment out loud…it was a hit, below the belt, to even bring up the situation, revolving his dad.
“That’s just a mere technicality.” I’d apologize later. Everything would be fine. See, when we fight…it’s bad…really bad. AJ, and I, both have horrible tempers…and when you mix the two together…things get ugly. We don’t really fight that often…but when we do…you better get the hell out of the way. We always make up, though, and everything is fine. It’s not like actually we mean the things we say.
“Um…maybe…” A soft voice came from behind him, which just seemed to fuel his fire. It was obvious Kristal had gotten on his nerves, while they were out gathering stuff for the shelters. Did I mention that Resa wouldn’t shut up about her ‘bestie’, either? That was another thing that was getting to me…that woman could talk. If you get right down to it, I think that the situation we’re in is just lowering my tolerance levels. Maybe once I eat this fish and get a descent night’s sleep…things will be better.
AJ shot a glare, over his shoulder, his voice not softening, in the least. “Shut the hell up, will ya? You’ve been seriously getting on my last damn nerve!” Oh yeah…we’re all stressed…sleep deprived…hungry…and dehydrated. He might not be the most polite man, in the world…but I have never heard him talk to a woman, like that. Then again the nicotine withdrawal might play a part, in his attitude, too. “And ‘technicality’, my ass, Dorough!”
“ENOUGH!” That particular scream would be coming from my ‘partner’ of the day. Tomorrow…the girls will be paired together. The guys will get the food, gather wood and all that stuff, while the girls cook…and…whatever. Wait…that would mean I’d have to spend the day with AJ…which is also not a preferable option. Ugh. I’ll have to sleep on it and figure out which is the lesser of two evils. “This is uncalled for…”
“Great…a lecture from mommy duck.”
“Have some respect and let the woman talk AJ.” I wasn’t about to stand there and just let him talk to the women, like that. He was brought up with more manners, and his mother would slap him on the back of the head, for speaking like that to any woman.
"Respect?!? YOU are gonna start talking…to ME…about respect?!? You’ve got some fuckin’ nerve…after what you just said to me…you have no room to talk!” He dropped his arm full of leaves and stepped up to me, so our noses nearly touched.
I had to look up at him a little, but that did not mean I was going to back down. I could take him to the ground with one hand tied behind my back. “I’m not worried about respecting you, when you’re being an ass hole! You’ve been a shit head since we got on that cruise ship!”
“HOWARD DWAINE DOROUGH….ALEXANDER JAMES MCLEAN! BOTH OF YOU SHUT…THE FUCK, UP!” Oh shit…full names…that’s never a good sign!
Author's Chapter Notes:
Two Latin men with tempers flaring...guess what this means? If you thought "foul language"...you would be right. Hm. I'm starting to see a pattern here. LOL. I assure you, though, once the situation settle down a little bit, so will the foul language. Please bare with me.
Chapter End Notes:
Thank you to ResaD, her mom, and Google...for helping me out with the Spanish translations. And thank you to EVERYONE who has taken the time to leave me some feedback. I appreciate it! Thanks for reading.
