“Fucker.” I mutter, watching them walk away.
“You really don’t like thinking I’m your boyfriend, huh?” He said, still red.
“Well, it’s not accurate, is it?” I say casually, despite the awkward subject. “Besides, let’s face it. Why’d ya wanna date me?”
“You’re kidding, right?” He says. “You are basically the chick version of me. And who wouldn’t want to date someone that awesome?”
I look back at him and smile. “Thanks, man.”
“So whaddya say?”
“Mmm, ‘bout what?” I say, thinking.
“Going out with someone as awesome as you are?”
“Sure.” I say after a second. “Why not?”
“Alright!” He says. “First round of burgers is on me!”
“I look at him and laugh. “Now, I can toast to that!”
“Hey, guiiiiise.” Zara says, leaning over our couch after we got our food. “Wahs goning on her?”
“Why are you talking like that?” America asks.
“Damnit, Zar, are you drunk?” I ask angrily.
“Nah, jus a bitzy witzy bit.”
“Wow, and on my first date, too. What a wingwoman.” I say, rolling my eyes. “Alrighty. I’ll take the time out of my my first date ever to get you home.”
“Whyyyyy, sooooooooo nise of your. You. You’ve gotta nicey girls her, Mery. Sorry but your firs date. Sooo nise.”
“BRB.” I say to America.
I walk her home.
“Why don you ever slept her?”
“Because my parents and Ly’s give two shits about our location, and we’re not on the run from the police.” I reply, unlocking her door.
“I thin thas Arty n JuJu r up stars.”
“Alright, let’s just get you into bed and-”
“My bed’s this room. You can leave me here.” She said, sounding slightly more sober than before.
“Alright. See ya.” I turn around and all I hear is -
“Am I interrupting anything? By the way, I was listening in the whole time so I know exactly what happened.”
‘Not my problem.’ I think. I walk down the stairs and explore the house a little. I’m about to leave when I hear a bang behind me. I turn around, and Arthur is yelling at Zar. He rests his head back on the floor.
“Hey, Arthur.” I say nonchalantly.
“Is this the norm now?”
He sighs. “Yeahhh.”
“Right. I’m going back to my date. Zara, you get drunk again and I’m beating your ass. Later, Britain.” I say, returning to my date.