Chapter Sixteen

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I rub my eyes, standing up. The air is cool against my skin; goosebumps prominent. I grab my toothbrush and head to the bathroom. I'm glad no one is awake, I like the feeling of walking through a dead house. Joe's bathroom is different from Davie's. The position of the toilet is behind the door and the sink on the other side.
I close the door, squatting to pee. A small sigh escaped my lips and I relax against the cool seat. The sink turns on and I look up. Joe stands in the mirror, brushing his teeth. His shirt is off and his boxers are low. I open my eyes wide, staring at him.
"Uh, it's occupied." I say, wanting to stand up. He turns around, eyeing me.
"My house."
"Well can I at least wipe! Sheesh. Get the hell out."
I'm fuming. He shrugs, walking out. The door is still open and I kick it shut.
"Loser."
I brush my teeth, slowly. He wants to do stupid stuff, then I will too. I can hear Lana talking and then a door slams. Should I go out there? What if Joe left and Lana stayed to make my life more miserable. Okay, I'm exaggerating but I can't stay in the bathroom.
I pull the door open, walking out slowly.
"Put some clothes on so we can get breakfast."
I look at Joe like he's crazy.
"Me and you?"
"No. You and me. Hurry, I'm not in a good mood."
I head toward Luke's room, my mind boggled.
Me and you.
You and me.

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