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MATT
John and Smitty are being so buddy-buddy.
It’s been a good hour or so since the guys had woken up from the previous night's shenanigans and while everyone is either complaining about their splitting headache or how dehydrated they are, Smitty and John are all smiles. Matt is a little (VERY) skeptical.
He can tell neither John nor Smitty got drunk last night, but when he talks to Smitty about it, there's a pride that he carries with him saying, “Yeah, we were sober as shit.”
Having known Smitty for years gives him reason to believe something has shifted, even if no one’s said a word. The air that surrounds them is suffocating and the flirting is enough to make everyone groan. And to be frank, Smitty and John had always been teetering on the line of platonic and plain homosexuality. It probably would go unnoticed if they ended up being together.
There's almost an understanding that rushes through him, and John’s poorly hidden bruise peeking through where his shirts just cover up gives Matt a few more reasons to assume. Not that Matt’s looking for anything or something.
Honestly, wouldn’t it be weirder if he didn’t think something was up? Especially since John randomly had asked him what Smitty’s favorite flower was while they were out as a group for coffee. Completely out of the blue. Even for John, that was so weird.
Later, he can't seem to find them.
And it's only when he calls Smitty around three o-clock is when he talks to him in the morning. Also, it takes roughly 3 rings before he picks up, even though he usually picks up at 2 rings max.
It’s a small thing he notices.
(Dooo takes three separate calls, but he’s not gonna get into that)
“Yo,” Smitty answers, a little breathless.
“Hey, man.” Matt says, smiling. “Me, and some of the guys are about to get Wendy’s, you down? Tyler said he couldn’t find you.”
There's a silence, and it feels like Smitty is weighing his imaginary options.
“Uhhh, I gotta pass, me and John already went to go get food a few hours ago.”
“Oh, really?” He says, voice coated with sarcasm. “I haven't seen y’all all day, though. Is that where you guys went?”
“Yeah! Uh,” he stutters and curses under his breath. “I- I’ve actually got to go now, so,” Smitty rushes.
“Oh-? Ok, gotcha. See you-” but before the words can fully leave his mouth, the call has ended, and Smitty is gone.
Matt stands in the corner in Smitty’s living room, surrounded by his oblivious friends, mouth slightly agape. He looks down at his phone in a state of disbelief.
“That motherfucker hung up on me," he says.
And he laughs.
His theory just rages on. He might be right, but nobody else seems to notice. So, he knows that if he doesn’t want to feel crazy, he’ll just have to talk to—
PUFFER
“You’ve seen those two, right?” Matt asks giddily. He had dragged Puffer to the kitchen, saying he HAD to talk to him. Puffer had reluctantly agreed, but made Matt promise it would be quick, because he had a 20 dollar bet on Droid to lose, and wanted to see it happen in real time.
“John and Smitty? Yeah, I have. Why?” Puffer replies, picking at a mushy grape in a fruit bowl that lays on Smitty’s counter.
“Bro, they’re too busy sucking each other off to notice Eli and Droid absolutely destroying DDR in the living room. Which, by the way, is revolutionary.”
Puffer snickers and looks at Matt with an amused expression. “Well, yeah, they’ve been off doing their own thing, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary.”
Yet, Puffer’s not entirely sure.
“Yeah, yeah. But like, look at them.” He says, pointing to where the two talk at Smitty’s island. Puffer does, mostly an effort to get Matt off his back, but when his eyes land on them, he almost has to look away.
They seem to be talking their hearts out, laughing. But he sees the way their eyes meet, and he can’t help but see the way he looks at Megan.
That doesn't prove anything, somewhere in his mind says. But they look SO fucking happy, and it makes Puffer’s heart rejoice.
“See?” Matt whispers. “It makes me want to swoon and to gag all at the same time.”
Puffer opens his mouth, but anything he tries to say doesn’t work.
“You need to shut up sometimes.” He strains, opting to look down at the marble countertop instead of meeting Matt’s eyes. Silence stretches for a beat before Matt calls him.
“Chris?”
He looks up and Matt is a little teary eyed, and maybe Puffer is too. But that's because they know John and Smitty. They know them best out of most of the guys.
They know Smitty is a perfectionist and will never be happy with his work, they know he feels the need to be the best, to be the perfect one. He's the people watcher and knows exactly what is and what isn’t. No flaws whatsoever, nothing out of place with him. They know that he’s struggled with this, and no matter how hard he tries, he knows his mind will always betray him and make himself seem like he’s not worthy.
And they know John, who couldn’t be more of the same. He’s loose, but calculated in every move he makes. They know that he’s battled his own mind for years. They know they have almost lost him a whole lot of times, and that he can’t take himself seriously at all. He’s never open when it comes to how he slit his arms and vaped like he couldn’t breathe air if it wasn’t mango juice flavored. How life killed him.
But they also know where John lacks seriousness, Smitty is there to add sense. They know where Smitty craves order, John is there to be completely out of place. They have each other in all the right places.
Matt and Puffer see that.
They see it so clearly that it almost hurts.
Matt laughs, tears still obvious in his eyes. “I think they're perfect for each other. Don’t you think so?”
Puffer smiles. He decides to answer.
“I do. But, so does-”
DROID
He lost.
“Thats not even fair! Eli has, like, 50 years of experience! I literally just started playing?”
“A loss is a loss, Droid.” Puffer says, successfully snagging two tens from a very displeased Grizzy. Droid wants to pretend he’s offended, but he would've done the same exact thing and he knows it.
“Well, you did say you were confident that you could beat me.” Eli grins.
“Okay, but I did not know you were gonna get A HUNDRED POINTS ahead of me!”
A crowded laugh escapes the room, and Droid feels proud for a moment.
As he looks around, his friends disperse, ready to dissolve into the day. There’s two more days of the trip, and everyone is making good use of their time. See: Soup is getting a Corona and Tucker is daring him to shotgun it. Eli backs this up with a; “I triple dog dare you!”
As Droid looks to see what he could do next, he catches the eyes of Matt, and it looks like the older was searching for him. He motions for Droid and the black haired man rushes over.
“What up?” Droid asks, stopping his jog in front of Matt and Puffer, both suspiciously red eyed.
“Wait,” Droid moves to get closer, eyes wide, whispering; “Are you guys smoking?!”
“What? Puffer doesn’t smoke, Droid,” Matt says, eyeing him.
“Why is that your only thought process?” Puffer cringes.
“Good question,” he shrugs. “Anyway, why’d you want me?” Droid asks, eager to know what has the birthday twins near tears.
“Um, we want to know your personal opinion on…those two.” Matt says, gesturing with his head.
Droid follows the head swing and lands squarely on- woah, what the fuck?
John is painting Smitty’s nails, a dark green, talking like there's no one around. Theyre…close. Like, almost kissing distance close. Then John leans in extra close and whispers something that has Smitty blushing like a maniac, telling him to shut up. At least, Droid lip reading skills tell him that much. Or maybe it's the very audible “Shut the hell up, John!” that echoes through the crowded room.
“What? The fuck’s going on with them?” Droid asks, tearing his eyes off the pair. Puffer shrugs, but it’s not a "I don't know” shrug. It’s an “I sorta know, but not for sure” shrug.
“We’ve been trying to figure it out!” Matt says, exasperated. “We don't want to assume!”
“Or to pry,” Puffer interjects.
“As we’re prying?” Droid says. Matt lets out a frustrated huff and Puffer looks away.
“We…just want to know if we’re going crazy or not.” The taller sighs. “Surely you could help with that,” he says sarcastically.
Droid almost retaliates, but he instead looks at the two lovebirds again.
Seconds slowly pass.
“Ok, fine,” Droid says, masking his giddy-ness with boredom.
Matt whoops. “Oh thank god! I thought we had to do an investigation.”
“We are doing an investigation. But I have…” Droid pauses for dramatic effect. Matt rolls his eyes. Puffer grins.
“Help.”
GRIZZY
The living room is quite a bold place to ask.
“So,” he drags it out, not believing what he had just heard. “You want me to snoop? On John and Smitty?”
Droid shushes him and looks around the room. Grizzy thinks that's quite fair, considering the ABDURDITY of the situation. “Not snoop,” he says. Grizzy raises an eyebrow at him. “We're just figuring out what we can find,” Droid says, waving his hands. He’s a little too loud. Yumi looks over, skeptical. He eyes them and Grizzy shrugs. Since there's no one else around to share his confusion with, the man goes back to scrolling through his phone. Droid nervously laughs.
“Enlighten me.” Grizzy says, turning to the shorter.
“It’s a group effort,” he explains poorly, and then swears under his breath. Grizzy looks at him with annoyance. “I mean, me, Matt, and Puffer need the help. We just wanna know.”
“Why don’t we just wait for them to tell us?” Grizzy asks. Droid’s face does something he didn't know it could do (frown). And then- “Wait, why do you immediately believe me?”
No, Grizzy feels trapped. But… also relieved. He sighs.
“Okay, so…”
He doesn't remember why he’s awake. As Grizzy looks around the house, at least from this angle on the couch, he sees bodies. A lot of them. Snoring assaults his ears and he groans. It’s probably Soup, even though he swears he doesn’t. Grizzy checks his phone while he wipes drool from his mouth, trying to see what ungodly hour it was.
5 AM.
He looked out the window, stars checkering the night sky. He sighs. Grizzy yawns and decides the couch is NOT the spot to be. He gets up and- WOAH.
Holy migraine, Grizzy thinks.
He drags himself to the kitchen and grabs a cup of water, downing it. He hopes his future self is thankful.
He wanders around the house, trying to find a room he feels will work. He peeks into the laundry room and wonders who actually turned the washing machine on and decided to wash their clothes. He snorts at the idea and decides that it was probably Smitty.
He pisses, grabs a snack (well, multiple snacks), and scrolls on Twitter for 20 minutes. When his eyes start to droop he turns off his phone so he can lay down.
But…
He hears something.
Now, his instincts tell him to grab the sharpest object that's closest to him, but after leaning for one more second, it doesn't sound like an intruder (which WAS plausible, by the way. Everyone in the house is fucking drunk, the lock not being locked would have made a lot ofIt’s been a good hour or so since the guys had woken up
“Fuck!”
Grizzy’s eyes widened in shock.
“Smit, fuck-!”
“Just a second. You’re fucking perfect. Perfect, I fucking swear.”
There’s a moment of silence. At least, the sound of blood rushing through his ears makes everything numb.
Grizzy’s knees are fucking WEAK.
He hears mutters of ‘pleasepleaseplease,’ and various praises. Then, there's one, long, content moan, muffled halfway through. Grizzy gags.
Smitty’s groaning and then there’s the sound of soft squelching. Grizzy thinks he might die.
“Bite me, Smit, bite me,” John moans.
From what he can hear, Smitty complies. John cries out, and begs for movement. Once he hears the unmistakable sound of skin meeting skin, he gets freed from his shock-CC and Grizzy sprints to the bathroom, splashes water on his face, and passes out on top of the toilet.
He hopes he’s just drunk.
“...So, yeah. I could have been having the worst dream of my life, but I think I’m willing to bet Lincolns on what the fuck I heard.”
Droid’s jaw is hanging open.
“Holy shit.”
“You’re going to tell them aren't you?”
“I mean,” he slides both his hands over his eyes, which are still wide with shock. Droid shakes his head. “I kinda have to, you know? That shit is crazy!”
Yumi looks over again, startled by the sound, and raises an eyebrow. “What the fuck are y’all plotting over there?”
They look over at him, then at each other, and shrug.
DJ MOLD
They're gathered in Puffer’s room, in which he claimed by getting to the house earlier than the rest of them whilst arriving in Canada.
The room consists of Yumi, Droid, Grizzy, Matt, and Puffer. And three of them are flabbergasted.
“Holy shit.” Puffer and Matt say in near unison.
“That’s what I said!” Droid exclaims.
“So that's why you 3 were talking all secretly after Droid and Eli played the uh, the fucking-”
“Dude, can you get it out? Like damn, we ain’t got all day.” Grizzy snickers. Droid stifles a chuckle.
“I’M FUCKING SHOCKED!” Yumi yells.
“Okay, okay. Can we focus?” Puffer pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes. “I think I’m getting a headache.”
“I think I'm going to throw up.” Matt says, looking sickly.
Yumi is still stuck on the fact that the four of them have been planning for this very moment. Evidence.
He scoffs. “Why are we doing this, anyway?”
Puffer nods his head at Matt. Matt seems too far away to notice. He keeps mouthing “what the fuck” and Yumi is starting to think they broke him.
“It was only supposed to be the three of us,” Puffer explains, pointing to Droid, Matt, and himself.
“I was just asking around! Grizzy was the first person I started talking to. He just happened to have the craziest lore drop of all time. ”
Puffer scoffs in disbelief. Matt is frantically texting someone and visibly trying not to pass out.
The room is quiet with the undercurrent of electricity. The feeling of knowing. Is this wrong? Yumi doesn’t really know.
The Texan bites his lip and sighs. “I have an idea.”
This gets the attention of all of the others, all of them immediately turning to him. “It’s very simple,” Yumi starts. “All we have to do is watch them. We have an eye-witness, two old-timers, and probably the most conversational person in the world.”
“Hey!”
Grizzy shushes Droid. He turns to Yumi. “I like where this is going.”
“Now, all we need is for the motherfuckers to slip up.” Yumi says with finality.
“Should we tell anyone else, though? Maybe Pezzy would like to be in on this. Maybe even Tyler.” Droid says, looking around. Puffer shakes his head. “Not yet.”
Droid nods at this. The room feels tense, but not with discomfort or anxiety, or even fear.
Excitement.
“‘To slip up,’” Grizzy repeats. “Should be easy enough, right?
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John had never been more careful in his life.
Lies and truths alike, he had kept them on a chill, nonchalant level. Now, with an easy truth, one he’s sure his friends won't mind, he hasn’t even interacted with any of them for the past 36 hours, scared that the truth would just slip out.
It felt so easy, being with Smitty. Shutting the door behind them at night, locking it, cuddling into his arms while the rest of the house got blackout drunk. Grabbing him a washcloth after they had their… activities. Saying “I love you” at every turn. Like when John was inside him, when Smitty grabbed his hair and forced him down on him, when they lied together in the aftermath. He felt blissful ninety percent of the time. The ten percent, though, was when his friends looked at them like they already knew everything. That part fucked him up. But John had already decided they would probably tell them in some really weird, way that was unequivocally them.
Now, it’s 9 pm, on the third night of their six day trip. John can hardly believe that so much had happened in such a short time. He has a boyfriend, for gods sake.
…That doesn't sound quite right.
“What should I call you, Smit?” John murmurs into Smitty’s skin. They're laying in Smitty’s bedroom and invading each other's personal space, though he’s sure they're far past anything “personal”. John’s head is tucked into Smitty’s collarbone, legs intertwined with the brunets. Smitty is scrolling through his Instagram. His chest vibrates with every chuckle and his hand brushes John's hair with every swipe of his thumb. John thinks it might be on purpose. He doesn't mind.
“What do you mean?”
John attempts to shrug. He’s stopped by Smitty’s arms, in which he also doesn't mind.
“Like, should I call you my boyfriend? It seems so lacking, though,” John sighs. Smitty looks up at the ceiling, thinking. John watches his brain work.
“I don't really care,” he concludes. “As long as I’m allowed to kiss you.” John laughs at this, a hearty sound. The ambience of their breaths fills the silence.
“Baby,” he mutters.
Smitty snickers.
“Honey.”
“Oh my god.”
Smitty is outright laughing now and John is right there with him, giggling at every faux word that leaves his mouth.
“Pumpkin.”
“John, will you stop shut up?”
“Cutie? No? Not your fancy?”
“Gosh, you're insufferable.”
John stops for a moment, looking up at him. “Darling,” John says, in a slow, genuine voice. Smitty’s face flushes. It had been red the entire time, but this feels less like a joke.
“Yes?” He says, lips parted slightly. John takes this as an invitation. He moves his hands to Smitty’s waist, grabbing the skin there. God, John loves Smitty’s love handles. “I love you.” John says, in a tone that makes it feel like he’s admitting it for the first time, like he was 2 days ago. The way Smitty leans in, you’d think he wasn't allowed to. He searches in John’s eyes. Once he finds what he’s looking for, he connects their lips.
The kiss is simple and sweet, fueled by the pure love that flows between the two men.
“I love you more,” Smitty says against John’s lips. John's heart swells. “God, you make me sick,” he says, nuzzling into Smitty’s neck, breathing him in.
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“So… Smitty,” Yumi says, pretending to scroll on his phone. In reality, he’s on the weather app, but nobody needs to know about that.
“Hm?” Smitty hums from where he’s sitting, looking at Yumi, who’s currently on the couch.
“How’s the trip? I mean, with you hosting and everything?” Yumi disguises this as a friendly question. Smitty answers it as such. “Oh, you know how it is. I feel kinda bad! I forgot to go grocery shopping and I haven’t even stocked up my fridge…”
Internally, Yumi groans.
“No,” he cuts Smitty off. He coughs. “With us around?”
“Oh,” Smitty looks at him sideways. “The same, I guess. Good.”
Yumi hums, looking at his phone. “Okay.”
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CATCHING THE LOVEBIRDS
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12:29 PM- Today
frutisalad
he says god
*goo
*GOOD
istg thats some bs
pufferbepuffing
What did u ask him?
frutisalad
how the trip was going w us
erectile dysfunction!!
bruh that is NOT inconspicuous
W autocorrect 🙏
frutisalad
THEN U ASK HIM
Nellybean
Droid sybau 😂🥶
erectile dysfunction!!
holy dickride
🖕
matt💥
Can yall stfu
Alr yumi we know thast a fuckn lie cuz he says he hates hosting all the time
pufferbepuffing
So what do we say w/o sounding suspicious???
What're we supposed to do?? Go up to smitty and ask “are u hooking up w john?? Idgaf tho”
matt💥
Idfk 😭
frutisalad
idk about yall but HELL NO 🙅
Nellybean
I got it dw 👍
pufferbepuffing
Wtf that mean??
matt💥
Nelson???//??
frutisalad
GRIZZY WHERE TF DID YOU GO
erectile dysfunction!!
well this is over✌️
ggs brotasium’s 🙏
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Shortly after Droid’s last message, Yumi sees Grizzy enter the room in his peripheral vision and almost jumps at him. But before he can move from his seat, Grizzy reaches where Smitty is sitting. Yumi bites back a yell. He chomps on his knuckles, eyes scrunching shut.
When he opens his eyes, Tyler, Tucker, and Soup are walking through the door with a camera, the sound of their bickering and the front door slamming shut accompanying their arrival. Smitty turns his head.
YES!
Oh my lord, Yumi thinks. He melts into his chair with the sense of security, all the anxiety he had felt moments ago seeping out of his veins. Thank fucking God.
Tyler and his posse do a one-fucking-eighty. “Oh wait-”
FUCK MY LIFE.
Yumi barely has a second before Grizzy returns to his unknown mission and reaches Smitty. He leans down a bit, whispers something quickly, and Yumi watches in horror as Smitty flushes deep red.
Grizzy snickers at the sputtering canadian and turns on a heel towards the kitchen. Yumi shoots up and speedwalks as nonchalantly as possible.
“whatdidyoudo!” The brunet whisper-yells at the man, who’s now snacking on sour cream and onion chips. Grizzy looks at him with a “???” face and it takes Yumi’s incredible self control to not SLAP THE FUCK OUTTA HI-
“Yo!” Matt calls, eyeing the both of them. The two Texans turn to him. He’s mouthing; “What the fuck?” and all Yumi can do is let out an overdramatic sigh.
When Matt reaches the two, his eyes are panicky.
“What did you do?” The older asks Grizzy again. Grizzy shrugs, like this isn’t a big ass deal. “I told him I heard,” he says. Matt’s eyes widen, and for the second time this week, Yumi’s sure he’s going to pass out.
“WHAT?” Yumi shrieks.
Smitty turns around, face still red as ever. “Um-”
He cuts himself off when Puffer and Droid funnel out of the hallway. Droid very quickly reads the vibe and says a simple; “Oh.”
Silence between six content creators is something that is VERY out of the ordinary, so when three others walk back in, you can tell what's happening. It usually is not good.
…
“Uh,” Soup says before shutting himself down. Tyler coughs awkwardly. Tucker scratches his nose.
This is suddenly the worst place to be in.
“I was wondering if anyone wanted to go grocery shopping with me,” a voice says, walking into the living room. “‘Cause I am dying for some spicy Buldak Ramen. Do they even have that in Cana-”
John looks around the room. Nine pairs of eyes stare at him. Five of them are sheepish, three of them are EXTREMELY confused, and one is petrified.
“The fuck goin’ on?”
Nobody seems to want to answer that question. “I-... what the hell did I just walk into?”
…
“HELLO?”
“I DON’T KNOW! We just walked in, and they were standing there!” Soup announces, pointing to the people that he’s not next to. All six of them look scared, which is weird. You know, considering the fact that only one of them is in a secret relationship. “We just guessed it wasn’t…good.”
“John, let's have a talk,” Smitty suddenly says.
The room tenses for the billionth time.
“Okay? Why are you being so menacing about it- woAh,” he gets cut off from the younger getting up and grabbing his wrist, pulling him away to the dining room.
“GRIZZY!” Puffer says with the voice of a mother scolding her child. Grizzy winces. “Whattt,” he shrugs and makes his voice deeper. "I was going to tell him anyway, before I was a part of this operation or whatever.”
“What op-?” Soup can barely get the words out before getting cut off. It’s a ringtone, muffled by the cloth of a pocket. Well…ringtone is a broad spectrum, right?
yo phone linging! come on, big boy, pick up the phone!
Immediately, the tension bursts, everyone laughing . “Oh shit, my bad.” Puffer says through a chuckle. He picks it up, holds it to his ear and says; “Hey, Eli.”
“AIN’T NO FUCKING WAY!”
After about 3 people saying the same thing, laughter booms from the room once more, filling it with joy. “Wait lemme put you on speaker,” Puffer says, smiling wide.
“Wait, is everyone at Smitty’s?” Eli’s crackly voice comes from Puffer’s phone. “Yeah,” Puffer says, looking around. Droid is still giggling.
“Aw, shit, are me and Pezzy missing out on all the fun? Don't do anything content worthy yet, we’re about to pull up,” he mutters, then yells in the background; “PEZZY, HURRY UP!” There’s a faint: “SHUT UP, I AM!”
About two minutes pass, everyone talking and chilling in the living room. Puffer says something, laughs and just then Eli hangs up and comes through the front door with groceries and boba. Pezzy stumbles out behind him, tripping over air and cursing. “Smitty needs to stop asking us to go out for him, I swear,” Pezzy announces without looking up. “I’m so tired of- what the fuck?” He looks up at his friends. “Why the hell is everyone here?”
With that simple question, the room tenses again. The two look around, their smiles dropping.
“What? Did someone die?” Eli asks.
“Uh-”
“WE’RE DATING.”
And suddenly, it’s Smitty’s voice.
Eleven heads turn towards him, all wide eyed.
“WHAT?”
“I uh,” Smitty seems to lose all confidence. John is standing right next to him, grinning. “We’re fucking, is what he means. Quite passionately if I do say so mysel-”
“When?!” Matt seems to be first to recover from the madness, smiling widely and walking up to the two, practically vibrating.
“Not for very long,” the younger states sheepishly. “We didn’t plan to say anything so soon, but…things happen I guess.”
Pezzy, Eli, Soup, Tucker, and Tyler are all standing frozen in place, mouth in an oval shape, eyes wide.
“We knew, by the way,” Yumi murmurs to the group, which captures ALL of their attention.
“What the fuck is going on..?” Tyler mutters, looking VERY far away. Smitty sighs.
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One relatively short story and a few beers later, everything is cleared up. The conspiracy theorists admit their knowledge (“IT WAS A GUESS.” … “I overheard you guys have sex, so I was actually a bit convinced.”) and apologize, even though the two said they thought it was actually kind of funny.
“So.” John bites his lip and looks around.
“So,” Tucker says. Everyone is kind of just chill now.
“Well I’m off!” John says into the quiet room. The group looks up at him, confused.
“What?” John asks, looking at the faces of his friends.
“You’re just gonna get up and go?” Pezzy asks. “I thought we were going to have an intervention or something.”
“I’m still hungry!”
…
“Well yeah, that's fair,” Matt smiles.
“Lowkey, me too,” Grizzy says while looking around. “Anyone tryna get some Taco Bell?”
“Fuck yeah!” Droid shouts. They all then get up, stretching and making conversation. Five minutes later, a storm of hungry motherfuckers pile into cars, pull out of Smitty’s driveway, and completely forget about the fact that their best friends are smashing the moment nacho cheese fries enter their mouths.
It’s… beautiful.
Truly beautiful