Coward

Chapter 7 - Single as a Pringle

XD I think I have writer's block, my mind  is literally just blank. The song above is called Outer Science. It has a sense of bad-assery that matches Mike. lel my opinion. GIVE ME IDEAAAS GUUUHHHHH
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Fritz's POV
It's been a while since the death. I was in shock, but nobody took the loss harder than David. He came from a horrible family, so he depended on us a lot. My mother and father helped him get through some tough times. After Jeremy talked to him though, I think David got through most of the pain. He mostly acted normal, but sometimes while he's alone, he'd just sit there, stay still and look off in the distance, like he'd think intensely about something. Probably about our family. I sighed. The mood was falsely cheerful, like everything was trying to be helpful, but it felt artificial.

Mike's POV
I felt slightly uncomfortable. I knew what losing your parent felt like, but I never liked them that much, so I was barely affected. Mostly I only worried about money and where I'd stay. (I'm so heartless, I know, fuck off.)

I heard footsteps behind me. "Hey Mike, what's the different between hungry and horny?" I heard Fritz say. I turned around. "What?" I asked him. He grinned. "Where you put the cucumber." He told me.

"Fritz no"

"Fritz yes"

Jeremy, who was reading his "mangoes" (mangas, mangays, I don't care) snorted into his hot tea. Scott was silently shaking (from giggling) in the corner.

TEIM SKAAAAAAP
Scott's POV (lol finally)
I yawned. We had all slept over at Jeremy's place. It was relatively big (no clean your mind), so we could all comfortably fit. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked around and saw Fritz sleeping next to me and I smiled. He was really cute...

I picked up my glasses carefully and put them on. I silently got up and went to the kitchen, where I heard a sizzle sound. I looked and saw David, making food, but it didn't seem his heart was into it. "H-hey David..." I said before breaking into a huge yawn. "'Sup." he said to me. A plate clinked in front of me and I opened my eyes. The plate had eggs, bacon, sausage, and taste with butter/jam, according to your preferences. "Thanks..!" I gratefully tell him. "No problem..." David mumbled at me. David was watching me. It was kind of unnerving. "How are things going between you and Fritz?" David asked me with a quiet sense of anger and I gulped. Is he mad at me or something? "Uh.... Good... Why?" I told him. "Just asking..." David said before coughing and I faintly heard him say "if you had frickle frackled yet". What the hell.

Vincent walked in and swooped in on me. He plucked the toast out of my fingers and gingerly took a bite. "Huh. What kind of jam is this?" Vincent asked David. David's eyebrows furrowed together. "Grape jelly. I made it. Why?" David told him. "Nothing. It's just really good." Vincent said.

I ate in silence before hearing a low grumble. "I SMELL FOOOOOOOOD." I heard Fritz charge into the room and scoop up my plate, and literally shoved everything into his mouth. "Noooo, my food...." I whispered as my life (food) flashed before my eyes. "You're buying lunch." I told him and Fritz winked at me.

Mike walked into the room, with Jeremy piggy-back riding on him. David came back to the table with a couple plates of food. Mike plucked it and placed it between Jeremy's lips and I watched as the bacon slowly disappeared into the teen's face. He gulped and opened his eyes. "Y-yum..." Jeremy mumbled as he yawned.

David was just sitting at the table, drinking coffee and nibbling on a biscotti. David usually didn't stay quiet for this long. I took a biscotti from the container and tried to bite it. It almost broke my teeth. "Oh shite, how do you even eat this? They're rock hard." Just like your brother. I blushed.