Curry Munching with the French Boy

9

AN: UPDATION NATION...Paying tribute to one of the greatest bands everrrrrrr

I quickly shot up and covered my chest while Ryder glared at whoever interrupted us.

"Get the fuck off her." The voice spat. With my brain in a muddled mess I could barely make out who it was advancing towards Ryder with a deathly look in his eyes.

Those eyes. Even in my stoned and drunk state I recognised those eyes.

"Jesus Devin, tell me how the hell you managed to put the entire ocean into your eyes." I asked in utter fascination. His eyes were so pretty and blue. And green. And grey. And rainbow.

"Rainbow!" I yelled randomly. My comment was ignored as Ryder rose from the bed, each boy glaring at each other with equal hatred.

"She's my fucking girlfriend! I can bang her if I want." Ryder hissed.

"Not when she's in this state!" Devin exclaimed gesturing to me.

"What state? She willingly wants to have sex with me, back off." Ryder grunted shoving Devin. Devin was a lot stronger than I gave him credit for, because regardless of Ryder's brute strength, he stood unmoved.

"I'll give you one chance to leave before I beat the shit out of you." Devin muttered lowly through gritted teeth.

"Dude, if you want to have a turn you'll have to wait. My buddies and I are going first." Ryder smirked stepping closer into Devin's face.

"Sorry you have to see this, Lea, but I'm going to bash your boyfriend's ugly face in."

My mind took time to process what Devin said, but when I did, all I could think about were Ryder's marshmallow chocolate lips.

"Just don't ruin his lips. They taste nice." I giggled. That seemed to fuel Devin's anger and he punched Ryder straight in the face. I didn't expect there to be so much force in that hit, but it sent Ryder flying back against the wall. Since Ryder was stoned and Devin was sober, it took the former a few seconds to respond with his own clumsy punch to Devin's stomach. Devin didn't even bat an eyelash as he pushed Ryder onto the floor and straddled him.

I quickly got off the bed and gasped in surprise "I don't want to see live gay porn please! My virgin eyes!"

Devin chuckled before laying a punch to Ryder's left cheek. And then his right cheek. And then again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

It was just a rain of fists on Ryder's face and blood spattered onto the walls. After a while it clicked in my brain that someone was getting hurt and I scrambled over to Devin and held his arms back.

"Stop, stop! His lips! The marshmallows! Oh no, Devin you squished the marshmallows you stupid butt brain." And then for some inexplicable reason I began to cry. Devin stopped punching Ryder and got off of him to stand over me as I sobbed into my hands.

"What did those poor marshmallows ever do to you?" I cried. They were gone. They were dead. The marshmallows were dead, Devin had killed them.

Devin ignored my meaningless laments and wrapped an around my shoulder before leading me out of the room. As quick as I had begun to cry I stopped and looked up. Devin was smiling down at me, and I mean actual smiling.

"You should smile like that more often. It makes me want to kiss you all over!" I exclaimed. The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, but I guess that's the price you pay when you smoke 2 whole joints, down 2 full cups of vodka and eat a space muffin.