Chapter 4 - Helping the Hurt
We were still in Vegas, and I could see in Jesy's eyes that she didn't regret coming. She was having so much fun already. Her and I were sitting in the back bedroom, where the bunks were, just talking.
"So I have something I want to ask you, but please don't be offended." I said, carefully.
"Go for it, babe." She chirped.
"Are you... Homeless?" I flinched at the look in her eyes.
"I mean... I guess you could say that. My mom kicked me out when I turned 16, so that she could spend more time with her druggie boyfriend. We lived in Arizona at the time, and I managed to hitchhike my way here, to Vegas." I reached over and wiped the tear that was slowly inching down her cheek. Then I grabbed her arms and pulled her towards me, into a hug.
"I'm so sorry, love." I mumbled into her shoulder.
"It's okay." She said. "But its over now. I know that in the end, it was for the best." She wiped the last stray tear that fell down her cheek.
"Let's stop all this crying and get out there with the guys!" I tried to say cheerfully. She just laughed and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the room. Jason was now driving, Mikey asleep on the couch. He was laying on the couch, snoring with his mouth wide open. I looked at Jesy, who was sharing the same look that I had.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I grinned. I walked over to the built in mini fridge. I grabbed the only bottle of whipped cream we had (what can I say, when Starbucks doesn't put enough on, I always have extra) and walked back to Mikey.
"No, you aren't thinking..." Jesy's face turned scared.
"Oh yes I am..." I whispered as I crouched lower towards Mikey's face.
"Here goes nothing..." Jesy and I both said at the same time, I jumped a little at how suddenly she was at my side. We just made a funny face at each other. I took a deep breath while shaking the can a little, then slowly drawing a moustache and beard on Mikey's face. Jesy giggled beside me, but I shushed her. I wasn't done.
We spent the next five minutes taking turns drawing on his face. About a minute after the whipped cream, we found some sharpies. And since Mikey was 1) a very heavy sleeper, and 2) never EVER slept with a shirt on (unless he is shitfaced drunk), we took full advantage. We went all middle school maturity on his chest, pink and purple penises everywhere. I even drew one on his forehead.
"What the hell are you guys doing?!" Christian whisper-yelled at us, trying to contain his laughter. We both just grinned. Christian and I pulled out or phones, taking turns taking pictures next to the still sleeping Mikey.
"Ughhabbaaa." Mikey said, stirring in his sleep. He was about to roll over, and we all screamed. Whipped cream does not come off of couches well. He jumped up from the couch.
"What the fu-..." Before he could finish that, we all started laughing. He looked as confused as a blob of whipped cream started to slip off his forehead, and eventually fell onto the floor. This, of course, only made us laugh harder. And yet he still didn't notice the whipped cream on his face. Kelly came out from the bathroom, casually looking in our direction and smirked. Mikey gave him a questioning look.
"Your face, dude." Kelly said, pointing towards the mirror in the small bathroom. Mikey ran into the bathroom, and we all followed him. Jason yelled back to us.
"Guys... what's going on?"
"Nothing Jase-y poo!" I yelled in the sweetest voice possible.
*Author's Note*
I think we're having too much fun with this...
Video linked is Max Schniedier's cover of "Suit & Tie" and it's probably my favorite song right now.
Soooo ummm... even though we didn't reach our goal, we'll start over on the votes, so how about 5-10 reads and a couple votes for the next chapter?
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