"You are such a bitch sometimes, Skuy. Shut the fuck up." Dahvie grumbled from the couch beside me.
"It's not my fault, I was born a bitch." I laughed at him and changed the channel. He glared at me for doing that. "Calm your tits, Dahves, don't you want to watch this? I know you can't stand watching my show." I'd known that the second Star Wars movie would be on this channel. He hadn't waited long enough before glaring at me to see what was on.
"Fuck you." He stated. "Where's Jayy? I don't want to be alone with you anymore."
"He went out. Sucks for you." I didn't really know why he went out, or where, but I didn't really need to know because I have candy and control of the television.
"You suck." He said, getting up, probably to find his alcohol so he could get drunk and not care about my being a bitch anymore.
"Bite me, mother fucker."
He said something and I didn't catch what it was because of the lightsaber clashes coming from the speakers. "What?"
"I didn't say anything." I rolled my eyes at him. He most likely said something he knew I wouldn't like, and that's why he won't repeat it. "Did you do something with my Jack Daniels?"
"Why would I have done something with your alcohol?" I asked. "I'm innocent. Blame Jayy." He came back empty-handed and jumped onto the couch, mumbling something I didn't really care enough to try to hear.
I grabbed my phone off the TV tray that was sitting in front of the couch and unlocked it so I could text Jayy and ask him where he went. I didn't want to pester him because I knew he was stressed as fuck, but I wanted to know when he would be back. He texted me back a minute later, and apparently he was coming back from the liquor store, because he didn't want Dahvie to flip at him for the missing Jack Daniels, which he would assume that Jayy drank because I don't like it. And I went out for a smoke. I'll be there in two minutes. He texted me that, too. I said "c u in 2 mins then <3" and put my phone back down. At some point while I was texting Jayy, Dahvie took the switcher from me. I didn't know why he even wanted to, because I wasn't planning on changing the channel anyway. But instead of trying to get it back from him, I asked when the next concert was because I didn't really give a fuck about the television.
"The next show?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, that's what I said." I told him. "So when is it?"
"Um. Saturday. It's at like noon though, so we'll be out of there by like five at the latest. And then you and Jayy are going out bowling with me and this chick I met at the last show."
"What? Bowling? But I suck at bowling." I complained. "And how come you didn't tell me about this chick before now? I feel betrayed as a best friend, Dahves." I pouted at him and stared at the television screen. I didn't actually care that much that he didn't tell me.
"You're not the only one who sucks at bowling." He said. "And I didn't want anyone to know right away."
"Fine. At least tell me what she looks like?"
"You're just worried she's prettier than you." He pushed me over with his feet.
"Why would I be worried about that? Don't be a dick, Dahvie." I laughed and attempted to get his legs off me. "Anyway, it's not like I'd be jealous or something. I mean, if you haven't noticed, I'm, like, one of the gayest people you know."
"Joking." He moved his legs so I could sit back up. "She's like… I don't know… if Lana Del Rey and Marilyn Manson had a kid, it would be her."
"I don't even know what to say about that." I laughed at him. "I can't think of anything witty."
"I'm just too good, bitch."
I heard the front door open. "I'd still be the top in our relationship."
"Fuck you." He said.
"It's not my fault your fans ship me with everybody. Don't try and tell me that you haven't read the fanfictions." We weren't even paying attention to the movie any more. "I mean, you never delete your internet history when you use my laptop, so I've got proof."
"I don't think any of us can deny doing that." Jayy came in and sat down in between us, handing Dahvie a bottle of Jack Daniels he'd gotten. "There's another one in the cooler." He told Dahvie.
"Thanks." Dahvie said.
"Did he tell you we're going bowling with him and his girl after the show Saturday?" I asked Jayy.
"If he did I don't remember."
-A little bit later...-
Jayy and Skuy had long disappeared into Jayy's room, and I guess they'd gone to bed because I didn't hear them talking anymore. And by 'they'd gone to bed,' I actually meant sleeping, because I definitely didn't think Skuy or Jayy were up for sex today. The girl I was taking out with the two of them on Saturday, Amber, was actually coming over in a few minutes. Actually, I heard a car pulling in the drive right now, so I went to the door. It was her.
The next morning morning when I woke up, I was laying cuddled up with Jayy and I didn't really remember at all what we were talking about before we fell asleep. Whatever. When Jayy woke up, I'd ask him. For the time being, I didn't move. He looked really cute when he was asleep and I didn't want to wake him up.
I could hear Dahvie talking to somebody in the living room from here, but I didn't really care. I assumed it was the girl he was so excited to take out on Saturday.
Jayy started moving, tightening his arms around me. "How long have you been awake?" he mumbled sleepily.
"Like two minutes." I told him.
He kissed my nose and moved a little again so we were lying next to each other. My head was beside his shoulder and he was still holding on to me. "I didn't wake you up, did I babe?" He opened his eyes to look at me, and then closed them again.
"'Nah, Jayy." I pulled the top part of his pink sleeping bag up over my head and snuggled up against his chest. My ribs and my shoulder were hurting like hell and I wanted to be closer to him.
"You going back to sleep?"
"No…" I grumbled.
"Want your pain meds?" He asked, talking in that overprotective voice he took on a lot.
I didn't really want to take them, because they totally made me crash last night, but it was probably the best idea. "I guess." We both sat up, and he had to help me stand because I couldn't do it for the life of me.
I wasn't wearing pants, and neither was Jayy, but I didn't have a problem going out there with only a shirt and boxers on. Dahvie's girlfriend would just have to deal with it. I mean, at least I had a long shirt on. It was a loose, long undershirt with Dahvie and Jayy's faces on it that I've had forever. You could hardly tell it was their merch anymore. I'd spilled countless random drops of hair-dye on it and it was faded pretty much beyond recognition.
Anyway. I had a shirt at least, and Jayy didn't. But Dahvie walked around 'indecently' all the time so he had no basis to tell us not to.
"Did you leave them in the kitchen?" I asked Jayy, and he opened his door so we could go out.
"Yeah. They're on the fridge." He answered. Dahvie and the girl, who I vaguely recognized, were kissing up a storm on the couch. They didn't stop when we walked through the room.
Jayy and Skuyler just went into the kitchen from where Dahvie told me Jayy's room was. I could see that his left arm, shoulder, and ribs were all bruised from the train crash yesterday. He looked in pain and Jayy just looked worried.
Those two were just so adorable and I can't even handle it. Dahvie and I were sitting in the living room, talking and planning more times to hang out, and actually working on a song together. I thought it was so cute and so nice of him to let me work with him in writing a song.
There wasn't much to it yet, but I can already tell its going to be good. And he had these flowers he got me that were beautiful, and we drank a little and watched romantic comedies and had a wonderful evening. I don't even think either of us slept at all, but I'm naturally a night person, so it doesn't really matter to me. Jayy and Skuyler will probably have their hands full with him once I leave, though.
I'm so happy to finally have someone that loves me for who I am on the inside and not just for my body...