Chapter Nine

                                    

                                          
(Skuyler)

                          
"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 me 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 "see 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 a girl 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 girl 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. I would've found out eventually anyway.
                          
"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 farther to the left on the couch with his feet. Then he rested his legs on me.
                          
"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. "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."