American Tragedy

Nobody likes me

@MattyKurlzz you and your faggot ass friend George Ragan d gonna go to jail for extortion . fuck u both .

Johnny frowned, staring at his phone to make sure his eyesight wasn't fucking him over. He looked over at Matty sceptically and asked a question, "Why is Deuce tweeting you about extortion? He mentioned me too."

"Wait, what?" Matty said, surprised,  pulling out his phone and bringing up the twitter app. He went through his mentions until he found Deuce's tweet. "Huh."

"Huh?"

Matty shifted uncomfortably, knowing he shouldn't have believed Deuce when he promised he wouldn't talk about them anymore. And I guess this tweet was getting them back for being punched in the face. "It's nothing, man," he lied, putting his phone away. He was just glad that Johnny hadn't seen his tweet about he and Charlie being gay.

"Why is he mentioning me? I ain't done shit," Johnny said, honestly confused. 

"I don't know," Matty answered, telling the truth on this one. He had no idea why Deuce was bringing Johnny into this. Why not tweet J and Funny too? They were there aswell, J-Dog was the front man of it all. "Just forget about it. He tweets shit about us all the time. It's just another day and since he ain't got nothing to do he's just on Twitter all the time."

Johnny nodded slowly, accepting what Matty had just said and shrugged, his eyes lighting up when Charlie walked in with a bag containing beers. "Hey," he greeted, ignoring Matty's stare. 

Charlie held up the bag and smiled, "Hey guys, J and Funny not back yet?"

Matty shook his head, "They won't be for a while."

"Cool. So, you looking forward to the concert tomorrow?" Charlie asked, passing a beer to Johnny and Matty. 

"Yeah, gonna be good," Johnny smiled, scooting over when Charlie sat next to him. Johnny still had that damn tweet on his mind. Something wasn't right. 

"Soooo," Matty said in that 'Tell me more' voice which made Charlie and Johnny look at each-other at the same time, knowing what was coming. "What's going on with you two?

Charlie laughed, taking a sip of his beer, "Nothing."

Johnny rolled his eyes, "We're just.. testing the waters."

Matty raised his eyebrows, "What the fuck does that mean?"

"We're together but we're not together."

"That doesn't even make sense, dude," Matty pointed out. 

Johnny sighed, "We're just going slow.."

Charlie nodded, a little embarrassed, "Do we really have to talk about this?"