Forever Isn't Just A Word

Chapter Four: Nachos Rein Supreme

I set down my bag on the guest bed. I had made sure I had my pills a million times. Josh still didn't know I needed them, and would ask questions if he did. I just wanted to have a normal weekend at a friends house. After just meeting Markiplier, however, made that more difficult.

I was trying not to get too excited, but like I said, a little hard. "Want to go get dinner?" He was in the doorway. I turned around, hiding my pills in my hand. I needed to take them in the morning, sometimes around noon, and often before going to bed. But for sure, in the morning. I quickly decided against it and hid them in my case. 

"Can we stay in?" I joined him in the hallway. 

He shrugged. "Mexican?"

"Didn't we have that for lunch?"

"It's my favorite." He plopped down on his couch. 

"Ok, what do you want?"

"You're the guest! I get to ask you!" He stuck his tongue out teasingly to me. 

"But I half-live here." I argued. 

"What? Don't tell me we're getting a 'girls touch' to this house!" 

I laughed. "You have better sense of fashion and style than I could ever hope to accomplish!"

"True that." He smugly smiled at me. I teasingly shoved him over and sat down by him. "What?" He asked after I faked a glare at him. "I'm an honest friend! What can I say?"

"Hey!" 

"What?"

"Nothing." I pretended to hide something. 

"What?" He dragged out, lifting an eyebrow at me before letting a devilish grin cover his face. 

"Oh nothing." I repeated, pretending to ignore his looks of curiosity. "What are we having for dinner?"

"Remember? I'm supposed to ask you!"

"Well than ask." I replied with a roll of my eyes. 

"What would you like for dinner? Mexican wise, of course."

"Nachos." 

"Like as extra?"

"No."

"All you want is nachos?"

"Is there anything wrong with nachos?"

"No, but-"

"NACHOS REIN SUPREME!" I shouted randomly at the top of my lungs. He burst out laughing his lungs out. 

"Ok!" He laughed as he picked up the phone. 

"We can order Mexican?" I asked. I'd never heard of that before. 

He nodded, then shook his head. "Well, we can get someone else to pick it up."

"We can't do that!" 

"Yes we can." He quickly gave the call, all the while I was trying to steal his phone so he wouldn't. That didn't work out so much.  

"We can't do that." I repeated stubbornly.  

He looked to me. "Yes, yes we can Jus."

"No, not if-"

"I'll beat you at a round of zombies Black Opps!" He jumped up and ran to the basement door. 

"Oh your on!" I quickly jumped up after him. 

By the time I was down there, most of it had already started. "I'm going to kick. Your. Butt." I said in a low warning voice, my smirk looking more devilish at the moment.