Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 25
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2023 Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Twenty-Five – How
Many Kids Does Rusty Parker Have?
Guys
and gals of Sunny Hill, did you know that while you were getting ready for your
end of the week smash or pass, your beloved king was doing nothing of the kind?
Or the usual, we dare to add.
The
regular royal haunts miss Rusty Parker these days. And there's an explanation
for it. Because the king of Sunny Hill spends his now-a-days being a doting
father. We have an enigma to solve, and anyone who knows the answer is eagerly invited
to step up and grab the mike. Here's the case at hand.
Sexually-accomplished
Mr. Parker was spotted shopping for toys at one of the local stores. Yes, you
heard us. And they weren't the crib toy type, either! No, obviously, the
selection picked from thousands of products was very much intended for a much
older kid than one who'd still need his or her pacifier.
Color
us shocked. Does this mean that our king has sowed his wild oats more than
once, while inconveniently forgetting about the basic use of a French letter? My,
my, the quest to identify the heir apparent announces itself as a complicated
issue. We'll be on it, and that's a promise.
Rusty munched on his
lower lip, not knowing whether to laugh or get pissed at Xpress' latest account
of his so-called family life. If he needed any proof that those idiots were
talking out of their asses, it was right in front of him. Let them gossip all
they wanted; it wasn't like anyone could make them shut their pieholes, so the
best thing to do was to ignore them. Plus, all that shit kept him relevant in
the weirdest of ways. What other student could brag about being a father of at
least two kids? This also justified why he wasn't hooking up like he used to,
another thing that Xpress had lunged at like a stray dog at a bone.
And that meant, very
conveniently, that no one was looking into the budding bromance developing
between him and Matty. Sure thing, there was not much romance in that bromance,
but he liked that word and had always wanted to try it for himself. Too bad
Maddox, during the times when he had still thought himself straight and had
been Jonathan-less, had never played into the enticing traps he had laid out. He
had had more success with Dex, who was as straight as
they came and didn't give a shit about gossip since he knew he only had to
stare at anyone yapping their mouths and make them shit their pants.
Hmm, could that mean that
Maddox just didn't find him attractive as a dude? That would be a bummer, and
he would have to ask. Because Maddox was now gay, and Matty was also gay, and
if he, Rusty, didn't have something essential that gay dudes liked, he was in
big trouble.
He put his phone back
into his pocket and leaned against the car. He had a lot more pressing matters
to mull over, such as impressing a ten-year-old so much that some of all that
impression-ing would seep into the powers that be,
with the result of Roy Parker giving his eldest a break for a change.
Matty hurried out of the
dorm, but he wasn't wearing his superhero costume just yet, something that
Rusty was willing to overlook since the guy could change once they reached
their destination.
However, he thought as
his eyes narrowed of their own accord, Matty did look like he was wearing a
costume of sorts. His hair was brushed neatly, parted on one side, and those
weren't his usual glasses. Also, he wore a very nerdy costume that somehow made
him look very sexy in, well, a very nerdy way. The initial irritation was
replaced quickly by something a lot more irresistible.
Matty was hot, while
wearing the nerdiest clothes in existence, but in a fashionable way. What he
also wore was a guilty apologetic expression on his cute face, and Rusty forgot
why that was there.
"Rusty, I'm so, so
sorry," Matty hurried to say. "Apparently, I'm sharing a room with a complete
idiot. He tore through my Nightwing costume as if it had
killed his dear mother. And this is all I could come up with in such short
notice."
Rusty grinned and pulled Matty close, resisting the impulse to kiss him then and
there with much difficulty, in broad daylight, with Xpress and its minions
lurking about, or ruffle the hair that he had so neatly and probably
painstakingly arranged in Superman's alter ego's fashion. "Don't tell me you
woke up like this," he joked.
By how Matty shivered and
looked away, he wasn't the only one having a small embarrassing moment by
pitching a tent at inappropriate times. Since he was wearing his superhero
costume, that would be hard to hide, pun intended. Matty, the way he looked in
his costume of choice, had better means of concealment, and yet, Rusty was
dying to check.
He shook his head. This
particular Clark Kent wannabe was so going to be ravished later. "Wait," the
info Matty had just delivered caught up with him, "that roommate of yours
destroyed your Nightwing costume?"
"What I said," Matty
confirmed. "Let's go and forget about idiots. And don't worry," he said, his
hand already on the car door, "I gave him a shaking he won't soon forget."
Rusty grinned. Matty on a
warpath? He would have to place a special request for that to happen when he
had time to admire the guy at leisure and observe him from all angles.
***
He felt relieved. Rusty
hadn't looked disappointed in his last-minute change of costume, but now, his
handsome face had acquired a somber look as the car rolled smoothly on the
interstate.
"Tell me about your
siblings," he said, wanting to break the silence.
Rusty shrugged and his
frown deepened. Maybe that choice of topic wasn't that inspired, after all.
"They're kids. Like light years away from everything I know."
"But I think you're a lot
like a kid," Matty joked.
That earned him the usual
signature smirk that flashed for a moment on Rusty's lips. "I suppose I can
fake it for one lousy afternoon."
What was with that self-deprecating
tone? Was it really that? Or Rusty was only attending his brother's birthday
party out of obligation? No one bought a bag of toys to rival Santa's just out
of obligation.
"I bet your brother's
going to be over the moon when he sees you. Did you let them know we're on our
way?"
"Nah. Mr. Parker expects
me to play nice as long as he pays for my education. A lot of good that is
doing me," Rusty added under his breath.
"Have you thought about
what you'd like to do after we finish college?" Matty maneuvered the
conversation slightly away from the touchy topic of family.
"Not really. I'm not the
kind to get stuck in some corporate job, running up and down ladders while
kissing ass. Not that there's anything wrong with that," Rusty said. "Just in case
you want to become a little mouse in the rat race."
"A little mouse?" Matty
smirked and crossed his arms, giving Rusty a confident look. "You're
underestimating me."
"Yeah." Rusty laughed,
and while it wasn't his full laughter that could be heard from the other end of
the campus, he was getting warmer. That was enough for a win, in Matty's book.
"I guess I shouldn't. What are you going to become, professionally wise, Mr.
Han?"
"I'll work my way from
the ground up. I'm not the kind to be that much into marketing, but product
design might be my thing," Matty explained. He suspected that Rusty wasn't that
interested in his post-college plans, but it was only polite to offer a reply.
Rusty gave him an
encouraging smile. "You're a bit of a brainiac. Are you going to use your
powers for good?"
Matty pointed at his
disguise. "Doesn't my costume tell you that already?"
"Good point."
The conversation stalled
again. Matty wanted to ask a million questions, but he didn't want to blunder into
any touchy topics once more.
"Are you worried that I
might become a bum on the streets?" Rusty asked suddenly.
"It hadn't crossed my
mind."
"You don't have to worry.
If nothing comes through, I'll just become a busker."
"I see. You could be an
actor," Matty said. "It's clear that you can slip into any costume you want
with ease."
Rusty quirked an eyebrow
and then groaned for show. "Stop talking dirty, Matty boy. The only costume I
want to slip in right now is yours, and it's really not the time, nor the place."
That was enough to give
Matty pause. For the remainder of their trip, he chose silence, and it no
longer bothered him. The thought that Rusty wanted him, even while dressed in a
nerdy suit, was enough to keep him company.
***
He had been there several
times, and each of those times, his only thought had been to get out as fast as
he could. This house looked so well-maintained compared to the unkempt sorry
state of affairs of his mom's property. Sure, if he put his mind to it, he could
whip the place into shape, but after trying that twice or thrice, when he had
still been a kid, he had given up. His mom just didn't care.
It was time to get this
over with. He climbed out of the car and waited for Matty to do the same,
before going to grab the big bag of toys from the trunk.
"Rusty, Rusty, Rusty,
Rusty," someone shouted and rolled out the front door like a force of nature.
He turned and received
his baby brother's blunt force right in the ribs. The little one didn't know
how hard his melon was. He quickly grabbed Gabriel and threw him up in the air
once. That was the kind of thing the boy used to like.
When he was five. Or
seven? However, he didn't appear to protest too much as Rusty made him straddle
his shoulders. Matty hurried to grab the toy bag and followed quickly.
"I am not Rusty," he
announced in a thunderous voice, "I am Hawkeye!"
"You're totally Rusty,"
Gabriel said promptly, showing that he didn't intend to be fooled by the cosplay
thing. "But who's he?"
"Don't you know? Kids
these days," Rusty let out a sigh. "That's Clark Kent."
"No, he's not," Gabriel
contradicted him again while swinging his legs from overwhelming excitement
without realizing that he was kicking his brother in the ribs again, but from
another angle.
"Yeah, you're right. This
is Matty, my friend," he explained. How fast they grew up, right?
"No," Gabriel protested
once more, even more vivaciously, "he's Superman!"
That was probably a ten-year-old's
logic. And it meant that Matty was rocking his cosplay as he should without
even trying. No wonder he was such an accomplished student.
They were at the door,
and his dad was blocking the entrance. His face was unreadable as his eyes set
on Rusty. "You're here. Good. Get inside."
"Dad, Rusty brought
Superman with him!" Gabriel shouted.
When had been the last
time he had seen Roy Parker smile like that? Rusty was tempted to say `never',
but it wasn't true. His dad opened his arms wide and took Gabriel from his
brother's shoulders to get him down. "I hope Superman's going to like the
cake," he said.
"Hello, Mr. Parker,"
Matty said politely.
"This is Matthew – Matty,
my friend," Rusty explained while Roy held Gabriel with one hand and extended
his other. "He has like the second-best GPA score in the whole school." He had
no idea why he was saying things like that. As if he wanted to impress his dad
with another guy's accomplishments.
"Who's first?" Roy
inquired, in his usual fashion, while shaking Matty's hand.
"Maddox's fiancé," Rusty
said promptly. He had mentioned that before.
Roy's lips pursed for a
moment, but then it looked like he forgot to be pissed about the `homosexual
boy' as Maddox had been reduced to ever since Rusty had told his dad about his
friend's choice in a better half.
"Come inside, boys. Anna
will love to see you two, all dressed up like this."
Curiously, there wasn't a
hint of disdain in those words. Rusty looked around for his little sister.
Unlike Gabriel, Anna was a lot more composed, and even at eight years of age
she liked to be considered a little lady. Apparently, from what Roy had said
about her, she was a prodigy, reaching for the higher shelves of the bookcase
already. Reading books she probably not entirely understood, had to be having an
impact on her recent development.
She wore a pretty dress,
but not the usual frills kids her age seemed to become victims of at the whim
of their parents. Her hair was combed neatly, but all the pretense of being a
little lady was gone as soon as she saw him. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth
turned into an amazed and genuine `o'. "You're a superhero!" she exclaimed. She
probably couldn't name which one he tried to pass as, but she knew what he was
aiming at.
He opened his arms and
she rushed to him. Gabriel showed his admiration and love by kicking him in the
ribs. Anna was a different breed; she kissed him on the cheek and held him by
the neck, wrapping her skinny arms tightly around it, probably aware that she
was a bit too high from the ground.
"Rusty, come, come,"
Gabriel said impatiently and began dragging him by his free hand, as he had
gotten down from his dad's arms somehow. "Let's meet everyone!"
***
Matty lingered a bit
back, as he enjoyed watching Rusty with his siblings, who were obviously mad
about him, superhero costume or not. Then, he noticed that Mr. Parker was
looking at him. He offered the bag of toys. "This is Gabriel's present," he
said.
The man nodded shortly.
Matty realized he was being weighed and measured but had no idea to what end.
"What is a smart kid like
you doing with my Rusty?"
The voice was gruff, the
choice of words strange, but Matty thought he could read something more into it.
Maybe it was better if he kept things simple. Somehow, he doubted that telling
Mr. Parker something along the lines of he and Rusty being special friends
would sit well with the man. Plus, that wasn't the kind of thing one told
parents.
They were hiding, he
realized at that very moment. Not that he didn't know it, but it made him a tad
sad to realize that their relationship was too complicated to be exposed to
sunlight too much.
"Rusty's awesome," Matty
offered. "We get along great." He paused, not knowing what else to add. "I'm
tutoring him," he added quickly.
That seemed to please the
older Mr. Parker. "I see. That means that I can entertain hopes he'll graduate,
right?" The question sounded lighter than the previous interrogation, but Matty
didn't want to make the mistake of believing that Rusty's
dad was capable of joking about serious stuff.
"He will, sir," he said
with conviction and using his most tutor-like voice.
Mr. Parker patted him on
the back and took the bag from him. "It looks like there's more than just one
present in there."
"We might have overdone
it a bit."
"It's all right. Kids
deserved to be spoiled on their birthdays."
Matty felt Mr. Parker's
hand on his shoulder, heavy and warm, and he wondered when the last time was Rusty had been spoiled on his birthday by his father.
***
Rusty looked around,
completely satisfied. All the kids were tired by now and had been carried off
one by one by their parents. He had almost run out of ideas. What a crowd. Not
a tough one, but actually the kind who asked for encore after encore. But in
the end, he was the last man standing.
Even Gabriel's head
lolled on his mom's shoulder and only power of will still kept his eyes open
and set on Rusty. There was so much admiration in them that he had no idea what
to do with it.
If anyone asked if he
wanted kids, he'd say what any other college student would say. A big fat no.
But there were rewards in having some mini-selves around, so much in awe of
you. He had to admit that.
"I'll take you to bed,"
Gabriel's mom said firmly.
Gabriel looked like he
wanted to protest, but Roy made a small gesture, and the kid got the message.
"Say goodbye to your brother and his friend."
Gabriel mumbled, his eyes
dropping, "That's not his friend, that's Superman."
The adults laughed a bit.
Rusty let his brother hug him for a while. That bag of toys had sealed the
deal. He was, officially, even if on this day only, the best big bro in the
universe. He also had to thank Matty for all the help. Mr. Clark Kent had been
throughout his number one fan, igniting the audience during each number Rusty
had come up with. That counted as loyalty.
"Thank you for coming,
Rusty," Gabriel's mom said as she took Gabriel's hand.
"No problem," he said and
almost believed it.
He was alone with Roy and
Matty now. Why did it look like a Mexican standoff? He was getting kind of used
to this stuff lately.
"Matthew here tells me
he's tutoring you," Roy said.
"Yeah. He's a good
teacher."
"Good, that's good. I
should let you boys hit the road then."
Another short
conversation, in the unmistakable Roy Parker brand of short conversations.
Damn, it wasn't like he was expecting thanks, but still. He got to his feet. He
was beat after entertaining a bunch of kids for hours. If Matty hadn't been
there, maybe he would have been in the mood to fight a little just for the sake
of it, but he could drop it for once.
For any onlooker, there
was no reason for him to fight with his dad. But that was only because
strangers didn't know what lurked under the surface. He and his dad, they didn't
even have to make an effort to find something to disagree about.
"Is there anything you
want to tell me, son?"
The question took him by
surprise. Matty had excused himself to use the bathroom before they got into
the car and on their way back home, so he was alone with dear ol' dad.
"Nope. I'm good," he
said.
"What's this story about
you having a kid?"
That was the last thing
he'd expected his dad to bring up. "What?" he asked, too dumbfounded to even
understand what Roy was asking.
"I was curious about what
kind of hiring opportunities your college offers after graduating, and there's
this site where they report everything you do in that campus of yours."
"Do you read Xpress? I
thought you weren't into gossip rags."
"It's not called Xpress.
And it doesn't seem to be a gossip rag. It's something," Roy seemed to make an
effort to remember, "about their calling themselves a college team? I think.
But it appears to be respectable, the opposite of a gossip rag."
Rusty smacked his
forehead. "Fuck my life," he moaned, "for real?"
"Language, son," Roy said
sternly. "When were you going to tell me you fathered a child?"
"I haven't fathered any
child," Rusty said.
"Are you sure?"
"I've never been surer of
anything more."
Roy examined his face.
"Do you always use protection?"
"It's a bit too late for
the two of us to have this conversation. Yeah, dad, I always use protection."
That seemed to convince
the man. Half-convince him, at least. But then, he had to wag the finger at
him, of course. "If you ever do such a thing, do right by the girl."
"Thanks for the advice,"
Rusty said, pouring as much vinegar as he could over those words.
"Don't play the smartass.
It makes you a dumbass."
Rusty bit his lower lip
to stop the comeback that was creeping up his throat, ready to shoot. Better
not cause a big scene, when everything had worked out so great. "Stop reading
whatever S.H.I.T. thinks it has to say about me."
"I told you to watch that
language," Roy warned.
"That's not on me, it's
on them. That's what they're called. The Sunny Hill Implacable Team. I bet it's
their little publication you've been reading."
His dad stared at him
nonplussed. Then, he took out his phone and frowned as he convinced himself of
what Rusty was telling him. Then, he shook his head, disgusted. "You kids
today. You go to any length to, what's that word, troll?"
"Yeah, you got that
right," Rusty said. "But these aren't trolls. They're not living under a
bridge. They try fucking with me in broad daylight."
His dad sighed but didn't
get another chance to correct his language again. Matty was back, and they
could hit the road.
So, S.H.I.T. really
thought themselves to be `the shit'. And their idiocies were more dangerous
compared to Xpress, because, apparently, parents thought they looked
respectable.
And now they even had
their own little online media outlet. Go figure.
***
Matty listened closely to
Rusty ranting about Connor and his new following, while the evening was setting
in fast. "I can't believe they just took some piece of gossip from Xpress and
talked about it at large," he said, as he browsed through the new campus
publication on his phone.
"Yeah, I thought they
were just some fuckers with no lives, but it looks like that only motivates
them to go after other people's lives," Rusty said with rancor. "The last thing
I needed was to have my dad scold me for irresponsibly making him into a
granddad."
Matty didn't comment on
how much Rusty looked like he cared about what his dad thought. From his point
of view, it was also interesting that Mr. Parker took such close interest in
his eldest son.
"Read," Rusty demanded.
"I want to hear what those fuckers have to say about me."
"Is that a good idea?
They're just idiots," Matty said, trying to downplay Rusty's reason to be angry
at Connor's little organization.
"No. I was just doing
something good and--" Rusty stopped abruptly. "Please, Matty, read."
"Only if you promise that
we won't end up in a ditch," Matty replied while keeping his phone close to his
chest.
"Maddox would have my ass
if I return this baby with as little as a scratch on it. Spoiler alert. I don't
want Maddox to have my ass."
Joking was a good way to
diffuse the tension. "Who do you want to have your ass, then?"
Rusty snorted. "Isn't it
obvious? You, of course. Just read. I have a thirst in me to be righteously
pissed."
Matty stared at the
handsome profile. What had Rusty meant by that? He shook his head to pull
himself out of whatever fantasies his mind was capable of conjuring based on
those three words alone.
He cleared his throat and
began. The title was enough to make him roll his eyes.
About
Collective Responsibility And How Individuals Can
Contribute To The Greater Good
For
too long, campus life has equated with pursuing a type of living that has
nothing in common with academic endeavors. We strongly believe in collective
responsibility, which is why we bring forth one of the most troubling
developments faced by one of our students. Rusty Parker, celebrated as he
continues to be some sort of poster boy for our college, is said to have
recently behaved in a manner we can only describe as beyond reprehensible.
Getting
into sordid details is not our modus operandi. There are others who take care
of that, much to our chagrin. But the truth remains: Rusty Parker and one
female student that shall remain unnamed will be parents, not because they made
a responsible decision, but because they played too close to the fire.
Who
is guilty for the new life that will be brought into the world by young people
who are not even capable of looking after themselves? First of all, the
would-be parents, you will feel tempted to say.
But
we're not here to play righteous and point fingers. No, far from it. We've
started our organization and our publication to elevate and help the student
population here at Sunny Hill. What happens within the borders of our campus is
our collective responsibility.
It
is our role, our duty, to help those of us who make mistakes. So, using this
particular case as an example, this is our call to arms. Let's help Rusty
Parker. Let's make him understand why becoming a father, while being so
obviously unprepared, will have an impact on the new life that will soon be
brought into this world, and not a positive one. How you decide to do that is
up to you.
We're
a community, Sunny Hill. We can be better. And we will. We trust in ourselves.
"Fuck me sideways," Rusty
groaned.
Matty pondered and looked
over the text again. No wonder John thought it was perfectly okay for him to
grab other people's things and destroy them. The idiot thought he was helping,
and it was Connor Williams who was putting ideas of that nature in his head and
not only.
"I'm afraid you're going
to have to prepare for all the help you're going to get."
"This Implacable Team is
starting to get on my nerves." Rusty munched on his lower lip, and he looked
pissed, but he wasn't tearing his eyes off the road, which was a good thing.
"Don't let it ruin your
day," Matty suggested. "Gabriel loves you to bits, and I bet all his friends
are going to say that his birthday party was the best they've ever gone to. For
at least three days," he added with a smile.
"Yeah," Rusty admitted.
"Your brother admires
you. Do you visit them often?"
"Once in a blue moon or
so. Less if I can help it." Rusty shrugged, but Matty could tell that his very
special friend wasn't completely comfortable with that particular choice of
his. "It makes you wonder why the hell he holds me in such high esteem, right?"
"No, it doesn't," Matty
contradicted him. "You make an impression everywhere you go. And I guess that
Gabriel is at that age when having a brother in college makes him the coolest
kid on the block."
"Maybe," Rusty agreed
half-heartedly.
There was a lot lurking
under the surface. Matty could tell, but he couldn't say that he understood
everything. "And your sister grabbed your arm and didn't let go for hours.
She's a stubborn one. I've never seen so many young kids getting the boot while
trying to get close to someone. She's fierce, I have to say. I wish I had
siblings."
Rusty turned his head
slightly to give him a half-crooked smile. "I'd say that it's not all that it's
cracked up to be, but I'd sound like an asshole. They're great kids. It's not
their fault their dad is an asshole."
Matty hesitated. He
wanted to learn more about Roy Parker, but he wasn't sure that he wouldn't sour
the mood even further.
"You should have heard
his reaction when I told him that Maddox's totally gay now." Rusty smirked. It
looked like he liked getting on his dad's nerves as often as he could.
"Is he a homophobe?" Matty
asked and frowned.
Rusty shook his head.
"Not in the way that he'd burn people at the stake or something. But you know,
it's like he thinks it's such a disappointing thing for a parent to discover
that their kid is gay. He even said that to me. He said that Maddox's parents
must be so disappointed right now. Flash news. They're not."
"Did you tell him that?"
"Of course. He didn't
have a comeback to that. Not really. He just said something about the Kingsleys having plenty of children to give them grandchildren
anyway."
"He does sound a bit like
an asshole," Matty admitted.
"Just a bit?" Rusty
snorted. "If a guy doesn't excel at something, it's like he's worthless in his
eyes."
"Is that why you're the
king of Sunny Hill?"
"What?"
Matty looked away. The question
had come to him unbidden, like it was a logical conclusion that Rusty was
trying to impress his dad in his own way.
"How about we get
something to eat? There's a place halfway home. I'm buying, obviously," Rusty
said quickly as if he wanted to change the subject.
"Can you still eat after
all that?" Matty asked.
"No. But I just want us
to enjoy a little break from driving before heading home."
"Why?"
Rusty grinned and winked
at him. "I was today years old," he said in a silly robotic voice, "when I
found out that I have a deep need to ravish a Clark Kent cosplayer."
Matty stared for a
moment. Then he blinked. "For real?"
The look Rusty gave him
left no room for guessing.
"Should we find a comic
con in the area then?" Matty teased.
Rusty laughed, tipping
his head back briefly and looking his usual carefree self. "No need for that. I
have the cosplay winner riding shotgun with me."
TBC
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