𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐏 ; master shake

- 2. | my treat

[ just a little A/N :

i feel like y/n has to
be a lil toxic to end up with
someone like shake LMAO so
fair warning, reader is gon' be a lil wild ]

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  One word to describe Frylock's house just couldn't be done. It was an absolute shit show of emotions, arguing, and impulsive behavior, caused separately, by all three of them.

  However, this was nothing new to you. You've been friends with Frylock and Shake for too many years to count. Meatwad coming into the picture was just another tab on that slab. So this type of behavior was expected from them. Mostly Shake, as he was the main problem causer.

  Waking up to the sound of a heavy fist pounding on the bedroom door wasn't exactly how you wanted to be woken up; but you should have at least expected it.

  "Yo! Wake up! Are you dressed?" The knob on the door turns, and in comes a very messy looking Shake.
You pull the blankets up over your face, and whine loudly enough for him to know that you were annoyed. "Get the hell out!"

"Sheesh. You're in a bad mood this morning. What the hell's wrong with you?" He asks, making his way to the edge of your bed.
As you pull the covers down from your face, your glare sends him into a curious reaction.

"I wonder why." You seethe up at him. His lips curl into a smirk, which soon leads up to him cackling with laughter. "Are you on your period or something-? Hey—!"

You smack him with the pillow from under your head, and sit up with a heavy sigh. "Don't ever ask a woman that." You lecture. "But no, that's not it - - You're barging into my room at seven in morning!"

Shake idles for a moment, running a hand through his hair in an awkward silence. "Oh . . Well, I figured you'd want that."

  If deadpanning him wasn't enough, you shake your head. "Why would I want that?" You ask.
His shoulders shrug, and you can't help but now crack a lighter smile. "You're only going to succeed in life if you're beautiful, or if you get up early. So you better go slap your face together, and let's get the hell outta here!" His hands wrap around your wrists, and you're now being tugged from the warm and cozy bundle of blankets.

  "Thefuck-" You frown at him a little. "Where are we going?"

"I'm gonna take us out for breakfast. Your treat." He smirks, pushing you over to the door. "Oh, I'm paying?" You raise a brow through your sarcastics.

"What- You think I'm going to?" He asks, brows furrowed. "You're the one with the job!"

  Shake wasn't exactly a . . generous, type of guy. He was selfish and irrational. But, despite his shit personality, that was still your best friend.

"Dick." You elbow him in the stomach, and smirk as he clutches himself, letting out a little "oof".
His gloved hands remove from your shoulders, and you smile as you stand in front of the bathroom door. "I'll think about it."

"You sure know how to play hard to get." He huffs. You shrug innocently at him, and flash a sweet, charming smile. "It's what I do best." And with that, you shut the door in his face.