Magnolia (p.t.v)

Chapter 5.

Vic began to drive towards Jaime's house, and throughout the entire drive, all he did was complain about his ankle.

"Jaime, do you want to go get it checked out?!" Mike exclaimed, obviously getting tired of Jaime sucking his teeth every time he moved his foot. I sighed, already knowing what Jaime's answer would be. Jaime hated hospitals, he hated doctors, but most of all he hated blood.

"No!" Jaime wailed, sucking his teeth again.

"Then shut the fuck up!" Mike scolded.

Jaime groaned, "But it hurts -"

"Like a bitch! We get it!" I boomed, grumbling.

Vic pulled in the driveway of Jaime's home, and parked the car. "Okay, whose talking to the angry parents?" Vic inquired.

"My parents are gone on business," Jaime replied.

"Again?" Tony asked. "Didn't they just come back?"

"Yeah, and then they left again..." Jaime sighed, and I pursed my lips.

"Alright then," I took off my seatbelt, and hopped out the truck, and Jaime scooted towards the edge and flung his arm over me. "Keys?"

"Back pocket," He replied and pulled it out, passing it to me.

"Good night Tony, night Mike, night Vic."

"Good night," They responded. I walked Jaime to the door and unlocked it, and switched the light on.

"Just lay me on the couch," Jaime told me, sighing. I did so, and tossed his keys on the table.

"I'll get you ice," I replied, running to the kitchen. Clothes laid everywhere and Jaime's house was a pigsty. Jaime's parents were rarely at home. They were entrepreneurs and always traveling around the world on trips, without Jaime, their only son.

          They aspired for Jaime to join them them too in the family business and to go to an ivy league school. But all Jaime wanted to be was a musician. He was lonely. All his parents did were work, work, work. I hopped around his dirty clothes, empty fast food containers and I went to the fridge, dispensing some ice in a rag. Walking through the kitchen and to the living room, I handed Jaime the ice. Vic began to honk the horn of the truck outside, multiple times to the extent of annoying the shit out of me. I shouted, "Don't get your panties in a twist, I'm coming!"

Jaime laughed, "You should go Maggie, I'm tired. Thanks for the ice."

"Alright, no problem. Just don't forget to thank Tony for saving your ass," I opened the door, and stared at him. He sat there, staring blankly at me."Good night, Jaime." I walked out, shutting the door. Walking towards the truck, Vic scoffed loudly. "God, you took so long, we dropped Tony off already." I rolled my eyes, and sat inside.

"Well excuse me, I made sure Jaime was okay," I remarked.

"I wouldn't do that," Mike ridiculed.

"Obviously, you wouldn't do that, you're Mike." Vic backed out of the driveway, and began to drive.

My stomach growled, and I whined. "Ugh, I'm so hungry!" I grabbed the bag of chips I took earlier, throwing my hand in them, aggressively.

"That's what weed does, you get the bad case of the munchies," Vic replied.

"Are yew nawt hungwey?" I snapped, chewing on a handful of chips.

"Dew yew nawt speak english?" Vic asked, mocking me.

I groaned, "Shut up!"

"Neo yew 'hut up!" He continued, and I squinted my eyes, sinking in my seat. I crossed my arms, and blew a raspberry at him.