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chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Scott was in the zone; with razor sharp focus he was having his best game ever. All of that was lost however when he heard a loud ding from the kitchen. Just like that he hit the wrong button and died, his winning streak ruined by the small distraction. Instead of getting upset over the game, he smiled at his beautiful girlfriend and stood up. “Cakes done.”
Ramona licked her lips as she watched Scott leave, already tasting that sweet, chocolaty cake. Ramona had been eating like a Queen lately because Scott was too broke to take her out, so to make it up to her he pulled out his cookbook and made her every tasty food he could make on a budget. He didn’t have to take care of her like that, but Ramona wasn’t saying anything. Having her own personal chief was too good to let slip away.
“Here we go. Big piece for you, small piece for me,” her boyfriend said as he came back with a plate in each hand. His piece was nothing more then a tiny sliver, while her slice was pretty much half the cake. Taking the large portion, she stuck a fork into it and brought a big piece to her mouth where it was quickly devoured. She moaned softly at the sugary taste, telling Scott she approved and to hold onto this recipe next time her sweet tooth needed its fix. She shovelled several more pieces into her mouth, happily eating away as Scott ate his own piece gingerly. His enjoyment came from watching his girlfriend be happy. He had fought through his enemies and beaten the final boss, earning his princess. Now all he had to do was sit back and reap the rewards.
“Huh?” As Ramona stretched out on the couch, she noticed something and stopped eating. Pulling the fork from her mouth, she frowned softly and played with the waistband to her sweatpants. “Funny, my pants feel a lot tighter then normal.”
Scott closed his eyes and nodded his head, having noticed the exact same thing. “Yeah, you have been putting on a little weight.”
The full magnitude of what he’s said hit Scott a second later. His eyes shot open and the fork fell from his fingers. Swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat, he turned slowly to Ramona who was no longer smiling happily. “What exactly do you mean by that?” If she had sounded anymore icy Scott would have been able to see her breath in the air. She narrowed her eyes at him, demanding an answer that in no way would end up good for him. Smiling weakly, he tried to explain himself.
“I’m not saying you're getting fat or anything, just that certain parts of you have been slightly, just slightly, bigger then they were when we started dating. It’s hardly noticeable, I only saw it because I look at you a lot and notice these things because I love you. It is really nothing, just your butt is a tad bigger.”
“So what you’re saying is that I have a fat ass? Is that what you mean Scott Pilgrim?” Ramona crossed her hands over her chest and glared at a shuddering, confused Scott. His mouth opened a closed like a gold fish for several seconds before he sheepishly mumbled, “Did I mention I love you?”
Ramona continued to glare at him for a little while longer before her face softened. Rolling her eyes, she lowered her arms and sank back into her seat. “You’re lucky I’m a loving and forgiving girlfriend that lets you get away with saying crap like that.”
“Don’t I know it.” Scott reached out and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend cautiously, trying to judge if she really was really okay with what he had thoughtlessly said to her. She returned the hug, telling him that the mini-fight was over and they could resume enjoying themselves.
“Want me to feed you, my goggle wearing love?” Scott was laying it on thick; he did that when he screwed something up. Ramona had to smile at how cute he was when he was so desperately trying to please her and nodded her head to tell him that he was free to bring on the cake. She pushed away any lingering concerns about her weight and went back to enjoying her evening with her boyfriend. He brought a forkful of cake to her lips and she opened wide, letting him drop the chocolate indulgence fall on her tongue. She chewed it quickly and then swallowed just in time for the next bite. They built up a steady rhythm and then Ramona turned on the television to watch something while Scott fed her. As the screen flashed to life, a picture of a shelf full of different pixilated objects filled the screen.
“Hey what’s this?” Scott abandoned feeding Ramona and focused on the television. Grumbling about Scott’s inability to stay focused, Ramona took her plate from him and resumed feeding herself as they both watched the television. It was a news report about a new kind of product being offered on the general market that offered the kind of power-ups you often saw in video games. A new company was sealing different kinds of power-ups that would alter how a person looked or the abilities they possessed. Most of the power-ups were based on video game, but a they had created original ones that changed all kinds of different things about people, from how you big they were too their ability to play Rock Band. Power-ups could change anything about a person.
Scott’s face lit up as he heard about it and wondered if God had heard what he had said and was rewarding him for his mad gaming skills. Ramona watched the report with more composure, carefully watching as a shrimpy teen was given a mushroom and became a muscle-bound seven-foot man. These power-ups made Ramona feel slightly concerned, she knew all about how crazy the world could get from her past exboyfriends and how things like this can cause nothing but problems. When the line between reality and video games gets crossed you invite nothing but trouble.
“This is so awesome,” Scott squeed, not caring how unmanly he sounded. This was like a dream come true for him, a very nerdy dream. He didn’t share Ramona’s cynicism about this new product that could change people’s life; all he saw was his life becoming even more like a big video game. His elated expression dropped a second later when he news mentioned how expensive these new power-ups could cost. He didn’t make enough in a year to afford one mushroom. He sulked for a few seconds before rationalizing that since these were new obviously they would be expensive but eventually they had to drop in price after awhile. He’d wait and get his power-up eventually.
“You know what kind of power-up I’d want? One that gives me the power to absorb the abilities of the people I defeat like Megaman. Imagine if I had that power when I fought your evil exs. When I beat Matthew I could have gained the power to throw fireballs or when I beat Lucas Lee I would have gained skateboarding skills. If I had them when I beat Todd my bass skills would have become legendary. And when I beat Roxie I would have gotten…gotten…”
“Boobs?” Ramona suggested with a shrug.
“Lesbian powers,” Scott said with big, sparkling eyes as he imagined the possibilities. Ramona could only shake her head at Scott’s inanity as she took the last bite of her cake and wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand. She stood up and yawned, all her energy from earlier in the evening having been spent. All she wanted to do was get to bed right now and sleep off her bog meal and even bigger dessert. She didn’t think twice about her weight, not even when Scott discretely looked over at her rear, measuring how much wider it was with his eyes.
“Hey Ramona, what kind of power-up would you want?” Scott asked as he followed his girlfriend to their bedroom. She paused before they reached the door and thought about it for a second. She didn’t really think she needed any power-ups. She already had her hammer and access to the subspace door; that seemed like enough. But Scott was eager to hear her answer, so she just told him the first thing she could think off.
“I wouldn’t mind having a power-up that gave me a little extra oomph when I’m in a fight. I don’t get into fights often, but I don’t want to be one of those damsels in distress that needs saving ever again. I want to fight my own battles and not rely on anyone when it’s time to kick butt.”
“That is so hot,” Scott gushed as he hugged Ramona from behind and kissed her lightly on the neck. Reaching up to caress his cheek, Ramona smiled happily. She didn’t need any power-ups, all she needed was Scott and he was already all hers.
Ramona licked her lips as she watched Scott leave, already tasting that sweet, chocolaty cake. Ramona had been eating like a Queen lately because Scott was too broke to take her out, so to make it up to her he pulled out his cookbook and made her every tasty food he could make on a budget. He didn’t have to take care of her like that, but Ramona wasn’t saying anything. Having her own personal chief was too good to let slip away.
“Here we go. Big piece for you, small piece for me,” her boyfriend said as he came back with a plate in each hand. His piece was nothing more then a tiny sliver, while her slice was pretty much half the cake. Taking the large portion, she stuck a fork into it and brought a big piece to her mouth where it was quickly devoured. She moaned softly at the sugary taste, telling Scott she approved and to hold onto this recipe next time her sweet tooth needed its fix. She shovelled several more pieces into her mouth, happily eating away as Scott ate his own piece gingerly. His enjoyment came from watching his girlfriend be happy. He had fought through his enemies and beaten the final boss, earning his princess. Now all he had to do was sit back and reap the rewards.
“Huh?” As Ramona stretched out on the couch, she noticed something and stopped eating. Pulling the fork from her mouth, she frowned softly and played with the waistband to her sweatpants. “Funny, my pants feel a lot tighter then normal.”
Scott closed his eyes and nodded his head, having noticed the exact same thing. “Yeah, you have been putting on a little weight.”
The full magnitude of what he’s said hit Scott a second later. His eyes shot open and the fork fell from his fingers. Swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat, he turned slowly to Ramona who was no longer smiling happily. “What exactly do you mean by that?” If she had sounded anymore icy Scott would have been able to see her breath in the air. She narrowed her eyes at him, demanding an answer that in no way would end up good for him. Smiling weakly, he tried to explain himself.
“I’m not saying you're getting fat or anything, just that certain parts of you have been slightly, just slightly, bigger then they were when we started dating. It’s hardly noticeable, I only saw it because I look at you a lot and notice these things because I love you. It is really nothing, just your butt is a tad bigger.”
“So what you’re saying is that I have a fat ass? Is that what you mean Scott Pilgrim?” Ramona crossed her hands over her chest and glared at a shuddering, confused Scott. His mouth opened a closed like a gold fish for several seconds before he sheepishly mumbled, “Did I mention I love you?”
Ramona continued to glare at him for a little while longer before her face softened. Rolling her eyes, she lowered her arms and sank back into her seat. “You’re lucky I’m a loving and forgiving girlfriend that lets you get away with saying crap like that.”
“Don’t I know it.” Scott reached out and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend cautiously, trying to judge if she really was really okay with what he had thoughtlessly said to her. She returned the hug, telling him that the mini-fight was over and they could resume enjoying themselves.
“Want me to feed you, my goggle wearing love?” Scott was laying it on thick; he did that when he screwed something up. Ramona had to smile at how cute he was when he was so desperately trying to please her and nodded her head to tell him that he was free to bring on the cake. She pushed away any lingering concerns about her weight and went back to enjoying her evening with her boyfriend. He brought a forkful of cake to her lips and she opened wide, letting him drop the chocolate indulgence fall on her tongue. She chewed it quickly and then swallowed just in time for the next bite. They built up a steady rhythm and then Ramona turned on the television to watch something while Scott fed her. As the screen flashed to life, a picture of a shelf full of different pixilated objects filled the screen.
“Hey what’s this?” Scott abandoned feeding Ramona and focused on the television. Grumbling about Scott’s inability to stay focused, Ramona took her plate from him and resumed feeding herself as they both watched the television. It was a news report about a new kind of product being offered on the general market that offered the kind of power-ups you often saw in video games. A new company was sealing different kinds of power-ups that would alter how a person looked or the abilities they possessed. Most of the power-ups were based on video game, but a they had created original ones that changed all kinds of different things about people, from how you big they were too their ability to play Rock Band. Power-ups could change anything about a person.
Scott’s face lit up as he heard about it and wondered if God had heard what he had said and was rewarding him for his mad gaming skills. Ramona watched the report with more composure, carefully watching as a shrimpy teen was given a mushroom and became a muscle-bound seven-foot man. These power-ups made Ramona feel slightly concerned, she knew all about how crazy the world could get from her past exboyfriends and how things like this can cause nothing but problems. When the line between reality and video games gets crossed you invite nothing but trouble.
“This is so awesome,” Scott squeed, not caring how unmanly he sounded. This was like a dream come true for him, a very nerdy dream. He didn’t share Ramona’s cynicism about this new product that could change people’s life; all he saw was his life becoming even more like a big video game. His elated expression dropped a second later when he news mentioned how expensive these new power-ups could cost. He didn’t make enough in a year to afford one mushroom. He sulked for a few seconds before rationalizing that since these were new obviously they would be expensive but eventually they had to drop in price after awhile. He’d wait and get his power-up eventually.
“You know what kind of power-up I’d want? One that gives me the power to absorb the abilities of the people I defeat like Megaman. Imagine if I had that power when I fought your evil exs. When I beat Matthew I could have gained the power to throw fireballs or when I beat Lucas Lee I would have gained skateboarding skills. If I had them when I beat Todd my bass skills would have become legendary. And when I beat Roxie I would have gotten…gotten…”
“Boobs?” Ramona suggested with a shrug.
“Lesbian powers,” Scott said with big, sparkling eyes as he imagined the possibilities. Ramona could only shake her head at Scott’s inanity as she took the last bite of her cake and wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand. She stood up and yawned, all her energy from earlier in the evening having been spent. All she wanted to do was get to bed right now and sleep off her bog meal and even bigger dessert. She didn’t think twice about her weight, not even when Scott discretely looked over at her rear, measuring how much wider it was with his eyes.
“Hey Ramona, what kind of power-up would you want?” Scott asked as he followed his girlfriend to their bedroom. She paused before they reached the door and thought about it for a second. She didn’t really think she needed any power-ups. She already had her hammer and access to the subspace door; that seemed like enough. But Scott was eager to hear her answer, so she just told him the first thing she could think off.
“I wouldn’t mind having a power-up that gave me a little extra oomph when I’m in a fight. I don’t get into fights often, but I don’t want to be one of those damsels in distress that needs saving ever again. I want to fight my own battles and not rely on anyone when it’s time to kick butt.”
“That is so hot,” Scott gushed as he hugged Ramona from behind and kissed her lightly on the neck. Reaching up to caress his cheek, Ramona smiled happily. She didn’t need any power-ups, all she needed was Scott and he was already all hers.
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