This chapter isn't exactly a chapter about the couples but more about Babe and Way, and loads of fun.

~Mess~

"If you wanna be my lover..."

"You gotta get with my friends..."

"Make it last forever..."

"FRIENDSHIP NEVER ENDS~"

"I swear to the heavens that if you two don't shut up right now and get down from that couch, I'll honestly BANG BOTH OF YOUR HEADS AGAINST THE WALL!"

Alan screamed, as he went back to his chair, resting his forehead on his palm, gently massaging it. Since morning, he hadn't got a moment to sit down. The garage was under renovation, and all the cars were getting repaired and thoroughly furnished. He had to be present there to inspect each and every work. Further, Jeff wasn't there with him. He had gone home to attend some immediate urgency of his family. To top it all, since the start of their day, North and Sonic hadn't shut their mouths for a second, singing- no BLARING out whatever lyrics came in their heads, heedless of anyone's reaction. Last week, Alan had bought a new couch in order to replace the previous tattered one, and no sooner did it enter the garage, than it became a victim to the two hooligans. Alan had a hard time dealing with these two. Their actions sometimes made him question their ages...and also his own existence.

"Tough time, Uncle?" Babe asked, looking at how miserable Alan looked. Babe was sitting on another sofa, facing Alan's chair. He was inspecting some important papers related to the garage and was having a hard time trying his best not to laugh at Uncle's condition, but was finding it very difficult to hold back.

"Tough time...huh....Tough time....I'm freaking DYING," Alan practically screamed, making Babe chuckle lightly, "Renovation of the garage isn't a difficult task for me. Plus I've got Way and Charlie. But why the fuck are those two here- Look! Look! Look at those two- GET OFF THAT COUCH YOU LITTLE SHITS! YOU'RE WEARING SHOES!"

Babe could hold back anymore and burst out laughing, as North and Sonic quickly got off the couch. After making faces and sticking out their tongue towards Alan, they ran outside. Poor Alan shook his head and turned to Babe.

"I sometimes wonder how old are they," he sighed, "Uh! Forget about them. Tell me about you, Babe? How are you doing? And how is that," he pointed towards his stomach, "That little gremlin doing?"

Babe smiled, "Yup! Both are fine. It's just three months, Alan. And Charlie's been taking really good care of-"

"Charlie's spoiling you," Alan stated, as a matter of fact, keeping his straight, emotionless face, even though he wanted to laugh.

"Alan I'm literally preg-"

"That's not a sickness, Babe," Alan shrugged.

"But-"

"Hey honey, how are you doing?" Charlie came, walking up to Babe and giving him a quick peck on his lips. He greeted Alan and then turned to Babe, "What's up?"

"The roof," Alan replied, still expressionless.

"Uncle's saying you're spoiling me," Babe complained, pouting at Charlie.

"You look absolutely disgusting with that pout, Babe," Alan complained, trying to look as disgusted as possible.

"It's not like I'm pouting at you, old man," Babe grumbled, "Charlieeee....letsss go homeee pweasee. I'm hungryyyy~"

"Yeah yeah let's go," Charlie agreed, but was immediately interrupted by Babe, "Wait a minute, where's Way? Eiiiiiiii Wayyyyy~"

Immediately, Way came running from some corner of the garage, in his mechanics suit, completely covered in dirt and still holding a tool. It wasn't the racing season, so Alan had put everyone to work on the cars, even the racers, with an exception of Babe.

"What? What? What happen?" Way asked anxiously, looking at everyone's faces in panic to see if something's wrong.

"Nothing happened," Babe assured him with a careless wave of his hand, "Come home with us. You needed those papers right? It's in my room. Come along."

Now Way looked really annoyed. "Seriously Babe, you literally screamed like an animal just to FUCKING INVITE ME TO YOUR HOUSE. Idiot! I thought something happened to you or someone else. Gosh! You're impossible. Wait! I'm coming. Lemme change me clothes."

Soon, all three of them left, leaving poor Alan alone. He couldn't believe he was deserted once again. Feeling dejected, the poor uncle sighed and shook his head.

"Yup! That's my fate, always," he grumbled to himself, "Even Jeff abandoned me. Ugh! No one loves me...literally no one-"

"We love you soooo much, Uncle," Sonic whispered from behind his back, scaring the living shits out of him.

"Yeah we do," North joined him, "Don't we, Nic?"

Oh hell nah! Not this shit again.

* * *

"Woaahhhh Babe, you apartment's so clean, I could never-" Way exclaimed, as soon he crossed the threshold of the front door. He looked around the rooms in awe, just like a little child with sparkling eyes, discovering the world for the first time.

"P'Way, it's not Babe who does all this," Charlie grumbled, putting down the bags, "He always makes a mess. It's me, literally me who has to keep everything in place. You must know how difficult it is to clean-"

"Me?" Way stated, as matter of fact, pointing his index finger towards himself, pulling a fake face of confusion "You think I'm the one who does all the cleaning shits in our house? Hell nahhhh! It's Pete."

"WHAT??" Both Charlie and Babe exclaimed in equal surprise. Pete, the billionaire? Isn't he supposed to be busy with his work 24/7? How the hell has he time to clean?

"Awww you guys thought I would do it?" Way said, slouching down on the nearest couch, "Huh! I can't even dust a bookshelf or make an omlette. It's him, the clean freak and the five star chef. He's always up for it. It's me who keeps messing up, just like Babe (we're besties for a reason) and it's him who's literally cleaning, moving and shifting things from here to there all the time, and trying to make the house look like...I don't know....heaven? And he never let's me eat anything outside you know, always making me eat his homemade food. Ugh! Like not even once? But...you know what, his cooking is muuuuchhhh better than anyone's in this world- no universe..."

Babe and Charlie rolled their eyes but soon started laughing. Babe was surprised to find out his racer friend to be such a spoilt prince. After a little bit of chatting, everyone went to their respective work. Babe disappeared into his room to collect the papers, while Charlie went to the kitchen to make lunch. At first, Way was reluctant to stay back, telling how he felt extremely sorry for leaving Alan all alone in garage with those two hooligans. But Babe insisted him to have lunch with them, and Charlie pleaded too. Not wanted to let down his best friend, he agreed.

"Shit!"

"What?" Both Babe and Way said at the same time from the couch, looking up from the papers at Charlie, who stood at the kitchen door, looking miserable. "Did you shit in your pants?"

"Ughh no Babe. It's just....we've no veggies," he said in a 'I'm fucked up' tone.

"So?" Babe raised an eyebrow.

"Seriosly Babe...How the fuck am I supposed to make your 'special' soup without veggies?" Charlie exclaimed.

"Make something else," Way suggested.

"Noooo....I want soup," Babe grumbled.

"But you can eat anyth- Right! I forgot you're preg-"

"That's not a sickness, P'Way," Charlie grumbled, but as soon as he saw Babe sulking, he couldn't help but agree to his whims. He rolled his eyes, and before Babe could throw another tantrum at him, he had already picked up his phone and purse and was wearing his shoes.

"Where are you going?" Way asked.

"Where else, market," Charlie replied, tying his shoelaces.

"What?" Way exclaimed, "You serious, Charlie? Your going to the market to buy vegetables and come back to make that stupid soup for this," he pointed at Babe, "This stupid person? By the way, I thought pregnancy cravings were weird. Soup is still normal though-"

"I'm not like you, Way," Babe stated, looking at him with dark eyes, "You literally asked for cucumbers with shrimp and garlic paste blearggghhhh-"

"Ugh whatever," Way scoffed.

"So I'm I'll be back soon," Charlie exclaimed, "P'Way, please take care of-"

"WHAT?" Way practically screamed, "You're going to the market, leaving this-this," He pointed at Babe once again, as if he was some kind of an insect, "This whimsical idiot with me?"

"Aaah P'Way, can't you take care of him for a while, please?" Charlie requested, "I'll be back soon."

"B-But-"

"You hate me that much, Way?" Babe asked, looking at him with puppy eyes. Way knew at that moment, he was fucked up.

"N-No N-No, I don't hate you," Way assured him, "It's just- YOU'RE PREGNANT AND YOU'RE GONNA RUIN MY LIFE WITH YOUR CRAZY WHIMS AND MOOD SWINGS! I'M FUCKING SCARED TO BE WITH YOU RIGHT NOW-"

"You're forgetting it how much I had to go through when YOU were pregnant," Babe exclaimed, shutting up Way that instant, "Whenever I used to visit you, Gosh! Hey Charlie, you remember when he-"

Before Babe could complete his sentence, Way had already lunged towards him, clasping his palm on his mouth. Charlie burst out laughing.

"Yeah! Yeah! I remember it, Babe," Charlie replied, "Okay then...P'Way, please take care of Babe. I'll be back right away."

Way looked miserable, as if he was on the verge of tearing up, as he made a lost puppy face towards Charlie, still nodding his head as a 'NO', pointing at Babe who wasn't looking at him then, and mouthing, 'I don't want to take care of this dipshit.' To his utter horror, Charlie just smiled, gave him a thumbs up and left. As the door closed, Way's life went down en the drains.

I'll get back to you, Charlie, you little devil.

"Eyyyy Way, can you bring me something to eat?" No sooner had Charlie left, than Babe was up with his tantrums, "Pleeaseeeee Wayyyyy?"

Oh shit! Here we go again.

"What?" Way questioned him, still not coming in terms with the fact that he was actually forced to babysit his best friend instead of being in the garage.

"Couldn't you hear me?" Babe growled like an angry kitten.

"Ugh hell yeah. I heard it, fine," Way grumbled as he got up and walked up to the refrigerator. He hoped that there would be some instant food items, like ramen or anything, but there was none. He soon started complaining.

"Oyyy Babeee, you guys literally don't have any shit- Oh! There are eggs. Do you want eggsssss...I mean....boiled eggsssss?"

"Yesssss," came the reply, "With Nutella."

"Okay- Wait! WHAT?"

"With N-U-T-E-L-L-A-A-A-A-A! It's there in the top shelf of the kitchen."

Gosh! I swear, It's easier to take care of my one year old than this impossible big baby.

"Ughhh! I heard it, now shut the fuck up!"

Soon, Way had finished boiling two eggs, and had brought the entire jar of Nutella to Babe. He didn't have any idea how much the boy would want. He hadn't even settled on the couch, when Babe sent him to the kitchen once again to bring some chopped onions. He craved for onions with Nutella. As Way was chopping the onions, while tearing up his eyes, he thanked God that he was still sane in that house without actually vomiting.

Who in the fuck likes onions with...with...Nutella?

"You want some?" Babe asked, pushing the tray of onions smeared with Nutella towards a very disgusted Way.

"Do I look pregnant to you?" He asked, quickly pushing the tray away.

"It doesn't taste bad," Babe said calmly, as he put another onion slice in his mouth.

"I don't care, dipshit," Way said, "Besides, I don't want my mouth to smell like yours-"

"My mouth doesn't smell!"

"Sure! Sure! Last time you kissed me-" Pause. Suddenly, Way realised what had slipped from his mouth. Their traumatizing past. He was scared that it would trigger Babe again, causing another massacre. He had already turned towards Babe to apologize, but then...

"You-You called me a bad kisser?"

"I-I..." Way was truly surprised at the reaction, but he wasn't going to back off. "Yes," he quickly retorted, "Yes! You are. You don't even know how to do it. I honestly feel bad for Charlie, he-"

"I was drunk," Babe yelled, "How dare you call 'The PitBabe' a bad kisser, Way?" Before Way could know what's happening, a pillow went flying and hit him right square on his face. He was stunned.

"Fucker!" Way screamed, picking it up from the floor, "You're 'The PitBabe', doesn't mean you'll be good at-" He threw the pillow back on Babe's face, "Everything!"

Now, it was Babe's turn to be astonished. "How-How dare you throw this to me, Way? I'm preg-"

"That's not a sickness, Babe," Way shrugged.

"Okhayy," Babe replied, looking dangerously at Way, "So you want this fight, hm? Okhay, let me prove you that PitBabe is the strongest-"

And then started the massacre. Pillows, covers, clothes, pens, books and what not, went flying across the room as the 'best friends' tried their very best to hit each other wherever they could and rip their heads off. Within a few seconds, the entire room, which was so spic and span a few minutes ago, had turned into a horrible mess.

"Guys, I'm back- WHAT THE FUCK?"

Charlie stood frozen at the doorstep, his mouth wide open, as his eyes scanned the entire place in horror. On hearing his voice, Babe and Way quickly stopped their fight, and even before Charlie could ask anything, both of them pointed at each other.

"You're gonna clean this-"

"But I didn't-"

"No, No excuses. You both are gonna clean this ENTIRE shit if you want lunch," Charlie instructed them.

"But honey, I'm pregn-"

"That's not a sickness, Babe," Both Charlie and Way said at the same time. Babe was astonished.

"Really, even you took his side, Way? Fine- I'll do it alone. I'll do it myself. No one loves me, no one-"

"Oyy wait, I'll help you," Way exclaimed while laughing at his friend's antics, as he ran behind him.

"But really Charlie, I'm pre-"

"THAT'S NOT A SICKNESS BABE," Charlie growled, "And yes I know that, I'm the one who got you pregnant. So shut up and clean this mess, if you want your soup. Otherwise-"

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