Technically (Patty Walters)

Chapter One

Chapter One,

"Guess who," sang a familiar voice into the shell of my ear, my vision momentarily at a loss as two large hands landed over my eyes, blocking out my view. "Channing Tatum?" I spoke hopefully, a cheesy grin forming on my lips. In response to this my ears became filled with the loud eruption of my best friend's chuckles, "Close guess, but no cookie." The fingers moved away, being replaced by the image of his tan face as carefully he slid into the seat beside of me. As per usual, his thick, fuchsia lips quirked up into a cheesy smirk. His mocha eyes were twinkling with a deep sense of adventure as they wondered my own. Brian smiled before shaking his head and glancing away.

I simply rolled my eyes, a gesture that came naturally to me in his presence before my eyes swept effortlessly across the room where several students bustled about with crimson trays in their hands. Samantha Ryan was standing in line, laughing among two of her closest friends, Emily and Charity. Beside of them was Biker Johnson who leaned against the cafeteria wall, staring out in a daze. His arms, clad in leather, wrapped tightly around his chest.

I smiled as I allowed my gaze to reach Brian once more, watching as he twisted the cap from his bottle, tilting his head back as he poured the content into his mouth in a large gulp. To others, Brian was some sort of God, a statue of perfection, but they didn't know him like I did. To me, he wasn't perfect, but he was my best friend; the guy that had spent many nights in my living room watching scary movies with  me and even more on my phone, listening to me rant for hours. They didn't know that he hated grapes, that he had an irrational fear of butterflies, or even that he didn't know how to ride a bike, but they all thought that they knew him so well.

"You okay?" Brian spoke, pulling me from my thoughts and back into the crowded cafeteria. I nodded my head curtly, chuckling as my eyes fell upon the hair sprouting on his chin. "You really need to shave, B." I found myself subconsciously rubbing the back of my index finger against the rough stubble on his chin, a habit that came to me by instinct. This time Brian rolled his eyes, lightly shaking his head.

"But I think it gives me a sexy rough edge, don't you?" He grinned cheekily, pulling my hand from where it laid on his chin and grasping it between the warmth his own. I grinned, ready to spit out a witty comeback, but found myself glancing at the quirky blonde approaching us instead. "What gives Brian a sexy edge?" Lucy smiled, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as they whisked from me to Brian.

"He thinks that the pubes on his face make him look sexy," I snorted playfully, earning an icy glare from the adorable imbecile beside of me. Lucy's laugh was infectious as she slid into the seat across from me. "I'm right here, you know?" Brian scuffed, removing his hands from mine and childishly crossing them over his chest. "And they don't look like pubes," he added with a soft huff.

"Oh my,they don't, do they?" I spoke with a pout, my voice thick with mock innocence as I reached my hand upwards, brushing brown strands out from in front of his eyes, something that I knew agitated him. "It looks more like a tiny, wrinkly peach."

"Stop it, assface." he groaned, shoving my fingers away. A small smile grew on his lips as he fought the urge to continue his angry facade. "You know you love me," I cooed, causing him to shake his head.

"Unfortunately," he sighed jokingly.

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"No," Brian grunted in amused horror as he acknowledged my previous statement. "I disagree to that statement on so many levels. You have literally just proved that you know nothing about this," Brian shook his head disappointedly. "I don't have to know anything about this to know that Batman is and will always be better than Superman. That's it, case closed." Brain gawked at me, corking his eyebrow upwards, "Case closed? What kind of case did you just make? Please don't ever decide to be a lawyer. You would be so bad that you'd make even an innocent client look guilty."

"Oh, screw you," I gasped, lightly swatting his arm, fighting the growing urge I had to both roll my eyes and fall off of the couch in a fit of laughter. "Sorry, honey, but I have standard," Brian retorted jokingly, sticking his tongue out in my direction. My eyes tightened in to slits, sending daggers in his direction. "Really? Have you met half of the girls that you've been with?," I spat, crossing my arms over my chest, my nose pointing stubbornly into the air. "Oh, come on, Abby wasn't that bad!" Brain pointed out with a shrug, causing me to lightly shove his chest. "Abby was by far the worst, Brian!" It was true. Abby was a blonde headed vixen whom had a vast hatred for the world. She had several anger issues that she had yet to resolve and more drama than a bus full of drag queens on their way to a wig sale. She was a jealous and controlling mess.

"Yeah, maybe, but she was pretty hot," Brian laughed as I shook my head. "Is that all you think about?" I laughed, shaking my head. "What about Emily? You said that she kissed like a fish," I pointed out, crossing my arms over my chest and pursing my lips. "Yeah, she did, but those legs." Brian sighed jokingly.

The loud ringing of my phone filled the air, causing me to lift my index finger upwards. "Hold that thought." I leaned over and grinned as the name Drew appeared brightly across the screen along with a photo of a tall brunette boy slinging his arm around me, a pair of matching smiles stretched across our mouths. I quickly snatched my cellphone from the table, eagerly accepting his call. Brian and I would finish our conversation later.

"Hello," I smiled into the small device. "What's up?" Andrew's rough voice sounded in my ear. "Not much, I guess, I'm just having a movie marathon with Brian," I smiled, chuckling as he stuck his tongue out in my direction, acting like the child that he was. "Ah, I should have known," Andrew laughed. "How's he doing?"

"He's good, still the same dimwit that we know and love." Andrew chuckled loudly in the same instance that Brian lifted his middle finger in my direction. "Good to hear. Sounds like you're being your usual harassing self." I could easily envision the amused smirk spreading upon his lips and the shaking of his head. "He needs somebody to keep him in line. Unfortunately, that person is me," I spoke as I tilted my head backwards, resting it comfortably against the soft cushion of the couch. "I'd say that he does a pretty great job at keeping you in line as well," Andrew commented, causing me to nod my head despite the fact that he couldn't see it. "Yeah, he does." I glanced at my best friend with a fond smile. "So," Andrew began, abruptly switching the subject. "I have some good news."

"And what would that be?" I asked, lightly swirling a strand of hair around my index finger. "I'm coming to visit everyone in two months," Andrew announced with an excited chirp, his happiness an infectious disease as a grin grew across my mouth. "Really? That's great!" I squealed, fighting my growing urge to dance around the vast living room.

"Yeah, I hope you guys don't mind, but I'm bringing a friend along with me," Andrew spoke. "Oh, really, what's his name?" I questioned curiously.

"Patty Walters."

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I finally got the inspiration to edit this chapter and make some tweaks, but here you guys go. Please comment and vote! 🙃

-S x