[ 𝚂𝚞𝚗 & 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗 ] ~ 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝙾𝙲

XXVI - Prickface

Justin was sitting on the couch of the Wheeler house, her ears covering her ears with groans of irritation every minute. "Turn it off!" She yelled, trying to drown out the Opera music that Murray fucking Bumman was blasting through the loud speakers. 

"Mom?" Baby Byers' voice was like a blessing to her ears in contrast to the blaring sound of the Opera. 

"The homeless hobo's back!" Justin shouted over the music, wanting to tear her eyes out.

"Well, well! Aren't you lot a sight for sore eyes, huh?" Murray rounded to see the group of teens who had come into the house. 

"Hi, Murray!" Jonathan raised a hand with a dopey smile. Great, he was high again. What a fucking idiot. 

"You kids like risotto?" He gave them a beaming smile.

"Yeah." Jonathan laughed as the song came to an end, clearly finding shit far too funny because of his inebriation.

Murray finally turned the music off and Justin shot up to her feet and pumped her fists in the air. "Go, sit, sit, your mom will be out in a minute." He waved the kids toward the table.

Will's little gay friend sat across from Justin with irritation on his face. Justin grinned for a moment until he started talking. God why did teenage boys always have to ruin perfectly good silence with talking? "You not get enough sleep, cranky head?"

"Not even close, puppy." She snapped back with a snarl, shaking her head mockingly.

"You sure I'm the puppy? You're the one growling." Antonio's lips spread into a grin. 

Justin rolled her eyes in irritation at the boy's remark before slumping back in her chair. "Byers, you're dead to me." She pointed at Jonathan who shot his hands up in surrender. 

"Wha'did I do?" He slurred. 

"You left me here with him. How am I supposed to sleep when there's a homeless man yelling about dollies!?" Justin scoffed as the less dirty than normal hobo put a plate of food down in front of both herself and the puppy.

"Gracias, señor." Antonio gave a soft nod.

"De nada, chico." The man smiled with an airy laugh, seemingly amused by the curly haired boy's Spanish. Once everyone had a plate of warm food in front of them, the man began to talk about why the hell he was actually there running around screaming about dolls and their fucking clothes. "So there I was, headed down the I-five going to see a client out in Ventura. I'm looking for a motel to stay for the night, and suddenly, bam," he slammed his fist into the table, "it hits me. Didn't the Byers move here?!"

"Small world, isn't it?" Joyce smiled from her spot at the other end of the table. She had come out of the room while Murray was putting plates out. "It's a small world. . ."

"So I thought, 'Hey, you know what? Why don't I drop in, and say hello to my old friends?'" He laughed.

"It's so sweet of you." Joyce nodded.

"Sweeter of you to let me stay." Murray housed a bright smile still. It made Justin want to stab him with her fork. How dare he be so happy after waking her up from her wondrous nap?

"And he cooks too."

"Mm! And Cleans, a regular little housewife." He fluffed his hair up.

"Hey homeless prickface, next time you decide to drop in, do it quieter! Some people were sleeping." Justin growled out, pushing at her risotto with her fork. She stabbed the fork into bread, oh if only it were hobo bitch's thigh. What sweet payback that would be.