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"You sure you're gonna be okay? I can always pick you up," Billy asked over the phone, audibly picking up his keys as if he was gonna rush out the house right then and there.
"Relax," you assured with a smile. "Randy's here. I'm safe."
When you were in the hospital, Billy called the police and notified them about what happened.
They went to investigate and discovered the couple that were dead in their car, before coming to the hospital to ask you a few questions, the hospital discharging you when they were done.
Now here you were, sitting on Randy's bed.
"Alright. The girls and Stu are sleeping over at mine so we're good. Be safe, okay?" he sighed, tossing the keys.
"I will. Night, Billy," you wished.
"Night," his tone suddenly hardened, leaving no room for argument. "And you better be joking about that shit you said earlier or I'm gonna wring Randy's neck."
"Like I said before: You. Wish," you smirked, hanging up as he shouted your name.
"Whoa, is everything okay? I can hear him from here," Randy asked as he walked in, flopping onto the bed with you.
"Oh, he's fine. He was just going off about how if we fuck tonight he's gonna kill you," you simply answered, standing up off the bed. "Can I borrow a shirt?"
"Yeah, sure-wait... WHAT?!" he shouted, you quickly slapping your hand over his mouth.
"Ray! Shut up! It's like one in the morning! Martha's sleeping next door!" you whisper-yelled, slowly moving your hand away.
"I'm sorry but you? And me? Fucking? Tonight?" he asked, his voice getting higher.
"What's wrong with that? Am I not fuckable?" you asked, your heart praying he'd say the opposite. "Turn around."
"No! There's nothing wrong with that...you are...very-fuck...I mean..." he stuttered, turning around so he faced the wall.
You smiled, holding in a your snickers as you took off your shirt and pants, wary of the bandages on your leg.
You could feel him looking out the corner of his eye, and you took the opportunity to put on a little show.
You probably didn't need to stick your ass out that much when you bent over, but you only live once.
And I almost died tonight...again.
"It's just...you are a very beautiful girl so it's natural that any guy would think that you're...*ahem*...fuckable."
