🍒

"Who the hell is that?" John pushed me out of the way and went straight to the kitchen.

I quickly followed behind him.

"Pete mate, what the hell are you doing here?" John chuckled.
He lighten up a bit when he realized it was a close friend.

"I don't know, but my cock may snap off." Pete hurried into the bathroom with his hand over his junk.

John eyes followed Pete as he made his way to the toliets, he furrowed his eyebrows once he saw the wet stain on his trousers.

"Did he piss himself?" John turned to me.

"No it was a shitty dare I gave him. Anyway where have you been? You cunt." I lightly shoved him.

"I know I haven't talked to you in a week." John sighed as he sat down at the table.

"8 days." I corrected.

"Ye know what I mean."

I sat down across from him and crossed my arms.

"Like I was saying before I'm sorry, and ye right. She isn't what she seems, she kicked me out of her house, well she didn't say it, but I felt it, I felt she didn't want me to be there anymore." John looked hurt, betrayed.

I never saw him like this before since his uncle passed, but even then he seemed to be better.

"John, I'm not some sort of sidestep, you just can't ditch me, and then when things go wrong come crawling back.
If you ever do that again I will cut your cock off." I said as I picked up the knife off the table.

"Cher you're fucking hilarious." John shook his head.

"Oh? You think I won't?" I raised it up higher.

"No I'm saying you're the only person that actually makes me laugh."

"What can I say I'm a funny gal." I joked.

"Yeah you're pretty funny looking alright." John automatically threw his arms up expecting me to hit him or throw something.

"Shut up." I smirked
John flipped me off.

"Me and Pete are married." I said as I pretended to have a ring on my finger.

"Come off it." John laughed.

"Oh didn't you hear? He proposed in the hallway at school, oh right you ditched school for a week so you couldn't possibly have seen it."

"What's up with the two of you?" John squinted his eyes at me.

"John I was joking." I huffed.

"I know, but are you two a thing? Are we a thing?" John seemed serious about this.

"Do you want us to be a thing?" I was intrigued, I mean it's not a bad idea, us together.

"I haven't thought about it. But I wouldn't mind staying friends." John looked me deeply in my eyes.

"Friends...with slight benefits?" I smirked as I walked over and sat on his lap.

"You're cheeky aren't ya?" John laughed, and tickled my sides.

I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe, and constantly kicking my feet in the air.

"Get a room you two." Pete said as he wobbled into the kitchen.

John stopped attacking my sides, and looked up.
"Did you take a big shit in there pissy boy?" John teased.

"I didn't piss myself, Grape here but ice in me pants."

"What? No I didn't, You pissed yourself because of a dare I gave you." I laughed.

"Screw you both." Pete said as he sat across from me and John.

"No thanks were already screwing each other." John joked.

"Yeah yeah." Pete chuckled.

The was a sudden silence until John said,
"Let's start a band."

Me and Pete both looked at John.
I turned in his lap.
"What?"

"Let's start a fucking band, I already know how to play a bit of guitar." John shrugged.

"Are you fucking serious mate?" Pete said as he drank the beer from earlier.

"Yeah! Why the hell not?" John said as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"What. You mean you want to be like The Crickets or something?" I asked.

"You do realize you need a drummer, a bass player and oh wait- the fucking equipment." Pete laughed.

"Well I heard that a lad Pete Best has a drum set, and we'll find someone in fucking Liverpool who can play the bass." John seemed pretty confident in this.

"Pete Best?" I questioned.

"Yeah. What ye know him?" John looked at me.

"Sorta." I shrugged my shoulders a bit.
"But let's do this, let's start a fucking band!"

🍒