𝙐𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 // 𝙎𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙂𝙚𝙣 1

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

I stood next to Sid at Chris's place, Tony was here as well, Chris was showing us the money his mum had left. "How much is there?" Chris asked Tony after Tony counted it up. 

"One thousand smackers," Tony said, "I'd put it in premium bonds. It's low risk, with a steady return. And it's tax free."

I rolled my eyes, "The fuck's wrong with you?"

Tony ignored my comment, looking back over at Chris who was staring down at his money, "You sure you didn't just forget?" Tony asked him.

Chris peeled his eyes away from his cash, "Forget what?"

"She said she's going on holiday, you said, yeah. Dropped a few pills, forgot about it?" 

Chris shrugged, holding up a note, "Dunno, it says she's gone for a few days..."

Anwar came running in, "Is it true?" He shouted once he got into the room, "Our money! Our money, yes!" He grabbed the cash and threw it over his head, watching it all float to the ground.

"Jesus, isn't that fucking great, Anwar!" I criticized him. 

Tony gave Chris a swift pat on the back, "Cheer up, you fucker. You're home alone and you've got an important question to answer...." Chris looked up at him, "How you gonna spend this money?" 

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I pushed my way through a crowd of people into the kitchen, spotting Anwar and Maxxie sitting on the counter. That should answer any questions about how Chris decided to spend his money. He threw an insane fucking party and I don't think anyone was complaining about how he spent it. "Jesus, I can't feel my fuckin' face," I complained as I sat next to Maxxie, "It's hotter than hell in there."

"This is the only place you'll get away from everyone," Maxxie commented, "Stay a while, Izz." 

The three of us then watched Chris walk into the kitchen, opening the fridge, he nodded over at us, a smile on his face as he grabbed a beer. "He's had an erection for 15 hours," Anwar told us. 

"15 hours?" I asked, my eyes moving down Chris's body to land on his torso, and sure enough he was sporting an erection. "Jesus."

"Doesn't even know how many Viagras he popped... He's holding it down with Sellotape."

"Sellotape?" Maxxie asked.

"Yeah  I don't know how... But he's sellotaped it to his belly or his balls... I don't know, sellotaped it to something."

Chris walked over to us, "Alright?" He greeted the three of us before he took a swig of his beer.

"So, it hasn't held then?" Anwar asked him.

Chris looked down at his waist, shrugged his shoulders, "Must be the sweat." 

"This is like speed dating for druggies," Anwar commented, "I don't know anyone here, man." 

Chris let out a small laugh, "Yeah, man, I know... I'd say I know maybe about 20% of the people here, that's why it's so good!" I rolled my eyes playfully as he said this, "Actually, man, maybe more like 10%...' 

Anwar let out a sigh, getting off the counter to grab a beer from the fridge, "I see you invited your psychology teacher to aid this interaction?" He commented before he turned back around.

I watched Chris's face light up, "What? Angie's here?"

Anwar nodded, "Yeah," The three of us watched Chris quickly turn around and leave the room. 

I sat there watching him, suddenly confused to as why he lit up at the fact Angie was here. I felt someone nudge my leg, I looked over to Maxxie who raised a brow, "I know you like to deny you like him, but if you want to at least hide it, don't look like you've been dumped every time he's going off to flirt with a girl."