"Double date time!" Ambrose cheered as he raised his arms in excitement when I opened the front door. He stepped inside and cheered louder. "BATMAN TIME BABY! WOOO!"
Chen followed with a more placated smile. He shut the door behind him and held up a cardboard cartoon of glass bottles.
"We brought beer," he announced before bringing out a bottle of ginger beer from behind his back. "And this, because you're still seventeen."
"Only a few more days," I said with a grin before taking the ginger beer with a 'thanks.'
Mum had agreed to vacate the house for a night of hijinks in favour of meeting up with Aunt Rose and her newly adopted son - hopefully this cousin will turn out better than the last (though we, as a family, have decided to not claim Simon. He is in the trash).
"Oh, stop it," Ambrose said as he fell back onto the living room couch and made himself right at home. "You'll make me feel old."
"One; you've hardly known me six months," I started with a growing grin. "Two; dude, you are old."
Ambrose scoffed.
"Am not."
"Are too."
The master of physics sat up with a teasing glare. Chen rolled his eyes as he set the bottles on the coffee table and collapsed onto the couch beside his boyfriend (???) love interest? I would have to get the details from Chen later because there's definitely something going on and boy am I behind.
"I'm not going to argue with a child," Ambrose said haughtily.
I raised my eyes to the ceiling as if in prayer.
"That's what I was-" I broke into a sigh. "Never mind."
Chen changed the topic after tossing a pillow onto Ambrose's face. The boy yelped.
"When's Lloyd getting here?" the cheerleader asked as I stepped away to quickly pull some snacks from the kitchen that I had bought earlier.
"Soon," I replied, grabbing the haul and awkwardly shuffling back to the living room. I dumped the packets onto the table with a huff. "He's got training first and then he'll come."
"So what do we do until then?" Ambrose asked, pulling the pillow from his face. Chen shrugged before picking up an unopened bottle.
"Beer pong?" he suggested.
"I'll record," I snickered, holding up my phone.
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Chen was in the middle of his third cup when the door bell rang.
Ambrose tossed a ping pong ball and I barely managed to swipe it away before it could hit my face.
"The doorbell rang!" he said. I pulled a face as I faltered, staring at him.
"I'm aware," I replied with a bewildered grin. "I do have working ears."
Chen finished his drink with a cough and he slapped the plastic back down onto the coffee table. Still recording, I made my way to the front entrance and opened the door. A large stack of pizzas greeted me, concealing the person's face.
"Oh," I said, brows raised. I stopped recording and pushed my phone into my pocket. "Hello?"
"Who ordered the pizzas?" the person said in a ridiculously deep voice and scoffed an amused giggle. It was Lloyd.
"Oh, my god she ordered pizza!" Chen gasped, scrambling into the entrance way.
"But she doesn't have any moneeeyy," Ambrose giggled from the couch.
"Then why the fuck did she order pizza?" the brunette said.
"Funny," I drawled at the boys, who found my dry comment the funniest thing in the world. I turned back to Lloyd as he poked his head around the stack and carefully stepped inside - face sadly void of my beautiful art. I shut the door behind him.
"It's okay, guys," he said with a bright smile as he placed the pizzas onto the small table. "I already paid for it!"
I snickered. Lloyd's smile dropped a bit.
"What?" he said, still smiling a little. "What is it?"
Ambrose and Chen snorted and chuckled.
Lloyd's smile dropped further until his expression turned blank.
"It's a sex joke," he said monotonously as he straightened. "It's a sex joke, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Chen chuckled. "You could call it that. Now get 'urry up and put on the first movie! I want them pizzas that Y/n's gonna repay you f-"
I tossed my slipper at him. It hit his face, stopping him mid-tease.
"Not another word," I hissed. Chen squawked in laughter while Ambrose tried to keep composed as he switched the tv on. I turned to Lloyd with an exasperated smile. "Thank god you're here. They're already tipsy."
"And it's only seven," Lloyd said in mock surprise. "Do I get a welcome home kiss or do I have to share your affection as well as your attention?"
