Two Player Game

~Chapter Fourty-Five~

"True tho. I'm better with like.... art."

"Which is gay."

"But hey. I'm good at it. You should see my sketchbook."

"We should take Evan to a party before he leaves, get him to loosen up a little."

"Rich, I don't really do parties... "

"Cough cough with rich."

"Scuse me?"

"Nah nah, I just... They make me nervous, and I have a lot of panic attacks, and... I don't like them."

"All right, you don't have to go then. Anyone else?"

"I'm goin' if Evan is." Jared raises his hand.

"I'm in a wheelchair, what do you think."

"Damn, you act like you can't enjoy a party in a wheelchair. Guess Evan is my only chance of not going alone."

"Better get on that then."

"Jared, if you could call your man and ask him that would be A fuckin +."

"Later. He's busy."

"Fair point."

"So, what's on the Agenda for tonight boys?"

"Video games."

"Mt Dew Red apparently."

"Gettin fucked up."

"Hm, one of these plans is not like the others..."

"Yeah Michael. Seriously."

"What? That's my plan. I've got the stuff, I just need some lysol or something to cover the smell. Maybe I'll get a scented candle." Jeremy laughs and shakes his head at him, kissing his cheek with the slightest struggle to him. Michael finally gets up from the floor, hoisting Jeremy up into his arms as well.

"Gay shit is also on the agenda." Jeremy wraps his arms around Michael's neck.

"I'm a cripple."

"Don't worry, baby, I'm here to help my cripple boyf.

"I don't get that. What is boyf Riends?"

"Shit I wrote on their backpacks in high school. Jeremy had boyf, Michael had riends. I also did noh omo once, fucking genius."

"That's amazing. I wish I had done that with Connor and Evan."

"from what I've heard Conner would've ripped your arms off."

"Yeah but it would've been worth it."

"Whatever dude."

"Where are we going, Michael?"

"Right over here." he plops Jeremy right onto the bed and flops down to cuddle him. "You need this."

"I do..."

"You just gotta let me be Gay for you for a little bit."

"So last night was just nothing?"

"That was a lot more than a little Gay."

"You are a little gay. A tiny gay."

"Shut the fuck up, string bean."

"Jared is an even tinier gay. Rich? The tiniest of them all."

"Watch it, tall ass."

"Hey, but it's true."

"And rude, you bean pole."

"Sorryyyyyy Riiiich."

"asshole."

"It's whatever, just means he can't reach high stuff."

"That's what I'm here for. To help all of you tiny people. God, I feel like a giant."

"I hate you."

"Let me embrace my tallness just one Richard."

"Sure, next time you're around other tall people."

"So next time we see Evan. Hey, was Conner taller than Evan? "

"He's about Jeremy's height."

"Daaaaaaamn." This boy needs sleep.

"That's tall as hell. Never let me meet this Conner fuck."

"Trust us, Rich, we wouldn't want to either."

"He's a bitch with anger issues."

"Jeez, we've got at least one thing in common."

"Ah hush it. You're nothing like him."

"Anger issues, J-dog."

"Well I know that, but still." He yawns, leaning his head on Michael's chest.

Michael strokes his hair. "Evan gonna come over here tonight?"

"Im pretty sure yeah."

"Pretty sure? You don't know?"

"Well I mean he's studying for a test, he might crash at the hotel."

"You could call him, I'm sure he'd be back by now."

"..Alright."