Making the bed, and trying to figure out what Wiley had requested

I headed for the room that, until yesterday, was meant to just be for me and Sarah, getting to the mess of a bed that Wiley had intruded on last night. Having to not only deal with him but now clean up after his putrid ass on top of it was a new level of infuriating, but I powered through. Just a little bit of this, he'd only be here for a few more days at most and the sad nerd would boss me around with dumb crap like this, I can take it. So I set to work, cursing and grunting as I straightened the bed and prepared it for a night of me not getting to be in it.

Fucking Wiley.

After finishing the bed I speed walked back to the kitchen, hoping to have been fast enough to barge in on whatever Wiley had in mind for Sarah. Last night showed me he was too much of a dork to ask for anything too bad, but still, couldn't be too safe. Getting close to the kitchen I heard Wiley saying something, only catching a bit that sounded like 'they're absolutely perfect' but both were quiet as soon as I entered the room.

"So what did you two get up to while I was gone?" I asked. I looked around the kitchen to see anything that could give away what happened, but aside from Sarah's hair being down from it's bun I didn't see much that had changed. Her shirt looked a little ruffled and weird and she seemed a bit red faced, but that was probably just me looking too closely for something to find.

"Wiley wanted me to flas-" Sarah began to say, but was cut off.

"Uh uh Sarah Bear, only tell him if I say it's okay," Wiley interrupted, a little frantic as he scrambled to stop her from saying anything. Sarah gave a tiny nod to him, quickly agreeing.

"Oh c'mon, it already happened and I can't do anything about it so why not tell me?" I said, immediately regretting it as I realized it came out almost like a whiny ass Wiley request.

"Seems you're really curious and want all the sordid details hmm?" Wiley said, shooting a glance over at Sarah with a raised eyebrow. "Just telling you wouldn't be any fun though, so how about a little game?"

"Yeah because playing a game went so well for me last time," I said sarcastically.

"Worked out great for me," Wiley fired back, and Sarah let out a tiny giggle. I hated that she was enjoying this and getting into it as much as she seemed to be. Wiley waddled over to our junk drawer and dug out a deck of cards, opening the pack and flipping through them.

"Look, I'll go with an easy one for you. Simple high card. We each draw and highest wins. This way you won't try and lie about me cheating, it's all luck."

Wiley and his goddamn games. Childish fuckin sad sack, and putting in that little dig about me lying when I KNOW he cheated before, manipulative fucker. Still, this did give me a chance to find out what exactly he had done and the curiosity was gnawing at me.

"Okay yeah, I'm down for that," I said, I always was on the lucky side and Wiley couldn't rig this and screw me over like the last game. Total luck and a fair chance at actually winning something, even if it is this idiotic crap.

"First round, you win and I'll tell you what I had Sarah do while you were gone. I win and..." Wiley trailed off, looking over at Sarah in his usual lecherous way as he gave the stakes thought. His eyes were lingering far too long on her chest for my taste, but by now I knew that trying to point that out to Sarah was futile.

"You never find out what I had Sarah do, and now she has to do it for me anytime I snap my fingers, even after I'm done staying with you two."

"Deal," I said back immediately. Sarah's eyes widened and I'd swear she nearly broke her neck with how it jolted between looking at Wiley and then to me.

"Umm Liam, are you really sure?" Sarah asked, "I mean I know you were fine with last night but this is..."

"Sarah it's fine, really. Just trying to satisfy my curiosity, if I lose, I lose," I said, putting on my best effort to sound unbothered. It was a lie of course, I fuckin hated losing to Wiley even in little shit like this, but I wasn't gonna freak out over Wiley's bullshit and give him the satisfaction. Trying to fight Wiley on every little thing bit me in the ass yesterday and I wasn't gonna make that mistake again. Besides, I'm sure whatever he asked Sarah to do couldn't have been too bad, I was just curious.

"See Sarah Bear, told you Liam was enjoying everything, he loves it! I don't know how you ever got through your relationship without me being in charge of you two," Wiley said, garnering an eye roll from me. I'm sure Sarah saw through that bullshit and knew I wasn't enjoying this and was just tolerating it, but whatever.

"Yeah yeah Wiley, just hurry up already."

I watched as Wiley's fat fingers maneuvered the deck with shocking speed, shuffling fast and showing off what had to be one of the only skills he possessed. Must have been all those years playing Magic the Gathering or some other nerdy shit. He holds out the deck to me and I take the first card, looking at it and my shoulders slumping a bit.

The fucking five of diamonds.

My disappointment must have been obvious because Wiley was grinning like a fucking hyena as he took his card, like he fucking knew he was going to win. A quick glance and then he held it out to me, then over to Sarah.

"Nine of clubs," Wiley proudly announced, "That's a pretty big number, a good sized number I would say. What about you Liam, is mine bigger than yours?"

Sarah giggled at his word play, and much as I wanted to make a joke about this ball of doritos and nutter butters being bigger and fatter than everyone in the city, I just gave another eye roll.

"Fucking five of diamonds. Useless ass card," I grumbled out as I held the card up for a brief second, with Wiley smirking over at Sarah as the once more proud winner.

"Damn Liam, guess mine is a LOT bigger than yours hmm?" Wiley said, his face particularly punchable in that very moment as I accepted my loss.

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