I was going to tell Art that dinner was ready. I really can't say I enjoy Art here, but maybe once he get off the drugs and junk he will get better. Maybe? No? Most likely not....
"Art...?" I said as I walked into his room.
"Go away..." He said. He was laying on his back on the ground with his eyes close. I poke his stomach with my toe.
"Hello? Anything with a brain in there?" I asked
"Fuck off"
"I guess not then.... Come on dinners ready and I'm hungry" I said. Art groaned, but slowly got up.
We were walking up the stairs when he said, "how can you stand to live you those guys?"
"How can they stand to live with you?" Yes, I know I'm being an ass, but he's one to so oh well.
You're acting like a child with that logic....SHUT UP BRAIN!
I started to walk ahead a little till I felt eyes on me. I turned around.
"Were you staring at the ass?" I asked
"Yes"
"Well stop" I said, not knowing how to really react.
"Bite me" He answered
"In your dreams" He walked ahead of me and just before he turned into the kitchen He turned around and said, "well, like they say, dreams come true everyday" He said and winked before going to get dinner.
I'm going to kill that boy.
