"What the fuck, Joseph?!"
Pete was just returning home from the store when he found his friend standing in the living room as if he was waiting for Pete to arrive. The result was Pete dropping two bags --thankfully not containing anything fragile-- and getting the shit scared out of him. As Joe had realized what he'd done, he decided it'd be best to take the remaining groceries from Pete and help put them away. Pete picks up the two bags he had dropped and follows Joe to the kitchen.
"Sorry, dude. Patrick had to be somewhere so I had him drop me off here, so that you --hopefully-- could give me a ride to Brendon's later." Joe explains as he reaches into one of the plastic bags and takes out the cereal.
Pete rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, shifting his weight to one leg. He guesses since they're going to the same place that he could provide transportation, but Joe could have at least called or sent a text. But no, that is not what Joe does, he just drops everything on Pete without the slightest warning. "How'd you even get in here?"
"Oh," Joe reaches into his pocket and pulls something out of his pocket, Pete puts a hand out and Joe places it in his palm. "Spare key." Only problem was that Pete never gave him a spare key to his apartment.
"You had a key made?!"
Joe puts his hands up in defense. "It's for emergencies!"
"Since when is needing a ride an emergency?"
"Since Brendon said there was something urgent he had to discuss with us."
"Goddammit, Trohman." Pete groaned, throwing the little metal key in Joe's direction. He moves his head to the side just in time to avoid it smacking into his face, it lands in the counter. "Keep the damn thing."
Joe smiles at his friend before retrieving the key and putting it back into his pocket. He's lucky Pete considers him as his best friend or else he would've kicked his ass out and made him walk to Brendon's. But beyond all that hair and weirdness lies a good person.
The two put away the food --mostly Joe since he was being... Joe today-- and Pete stopped a third of the way through to grab something for them to eat. He pulls out a frozen pizza from one of the plastic bags.
"Ooh, pizza," Joe says as he puts away the last of the groceries, collecting the bags afterward. "Are we gonna watch a movie too?"
Pete shrugs as he preheats the oven and opens the box. "I guess, but just until it's time to go."
"Sweet. I wanna watch Transformers."
"No, we're not watching that."
Joe hops up on the counter while Pete places the frozen hunk of bread, cheese, and sauce on a pan, putting it into the oven. "Why not?"
"Because, for one thing, you have the movie at your place, not here. And two, we have watched it so many times that we both know all of the dialogue. So pick something else."
"Okay, okay fine. What about... uh, Space Jam?"
"Oh, dude, I love Space Jam."
"Space Jam, yes!" Joe hops off the counter and runs into the living room in a blur of hair and excitement to get the movie set up.
They eat the pizza when it's ready and binge on movies until they have to head to Brendon's.
***
"Do you think it's something bad?" Joe asked as they walked up the few steps to their boss' front porch. They arrived about twenty minutes after seven and judging by the number of cars already parked by the curb, he and Pete were the last ones to arrive. But it wasn't their fault that Jumanji was just getting to the good part when they were supposed to be leaving.
