367 // muke

seven

"Hey, mate," I said picking up the phone and putting it on loud speaker so I could continue my video game. "Hey, have you found a place to live yet?" Calum asked. "Excuse me?" I retorted. "Dude, you live in a haunted house with a crazy demon who's out for your blood!" He exclaimed. "You don't know that," I replied. "He's not bad," "not bad? Not bad!?" He yelled. "Michael, you're insane! Please just come stay with me, you can live here you don't even have to find a new apartment! Come on, man, I love you, I don't want you getting killed," he said. I paused my game and grabbed this months Rolling Stone issue to fan myself. "Cal, calm down! You're driving yourself crazy. Luke's cool, he's doesn't mean any harm," I replied, wiping sweat off of my forehead. "He is a ghost, Michael, a ghost! You know those things in scary movies that kill people!" He said, trying to further his point. "Nah, I'm staying," I stated. "Well then it looks like I'm moving in. See ya in twenty," he said, hanging up the phone.

"Die mother fucker!" I yelled at the tv. "Shit! Fuck! Are you fucking joking!? This shit is fucking rigged!" I yelled into my headset throwing it to the other side of the room. I take Xbox live parties very seriously. I took off my shirt and threw it at my closet, when I heard a knock at the door.

"Hey man," I said letting Calum in. "Bro, why is it so hot in here?" He asked. "I have no idea I've been hot all day, I thought it was just me," I replied. "Have you had any ghost action today?" He asked curiously. "No, asshole, everything is fine, no need to be scared," I retorted sarcastically. "Shut up and put on Breaking Bad,"

"Cal?" I asked, looking over at him who was sitting on the love seat. "What?" He replied. "Would it be weird if I took off my pants?" I questioned. "Dude it's hotter in here than it is outside, what do you have the temperature on?" He asked getting up. "I don't know I just googled normal house temperature and put it on that, it was like 70 degrees or something," I replied. Calum walked to the temperature dial and his mouth fell open. "Michael it's 96 degrees in here!" He exclaimed. "What the fuck! Change it!" I yelled. "I'm putting it on 70 degrees. Don't fucking change it!" He yelled back. "I didn't touch it!" I yelled back. Then realization hit. "Luke," I ordered.