Lock the Doors - Mattdock

Chapter Seven - I Suck At Being Interesting

To Lloyd: Why did you give Johnny my number?

I sent that to him five minutes ago. He hasn't replied yet.

I went back to watching the video on screaming, trying to forget the conversation I just had with Johnny.

The guy in the video was some person named Jared, and I looked in the recommended category to see if there was an actual serious one. I clicked on the autoplay one. It was called 'How To Do Low Growls,' or something among those lines. Wait—are low growls the same thing as lows in general? How the fuck am I supposed to keep up with this shit?

I got a pop up thing, saying that Lloyd texted me back. Thank you, Jesus motherfucking Christ. I clicked on it, displaying the conversation.

From Lloyd: Because he asked

From Lloyd: I'm guessing he texted u

To Lloyd: Yes. I wouldn't know if he had my number if he didn't fucking text me. Why would you agree to giving him my number if you didn't ask me first?

And I sounded more like an asshole than I intended to.

From Lloyd: Because u would've said no and it would've been rude to say no

To Lloyd: Oh

From Lloyd: Yeah

To Lloyd: That still doesn't give you permission to give my number to people

From Lloyd: No it does not

To Lloyd: Then why'd you do it?!

From Lloyd: I already told u

Whatever. He can go out and give my number to random strangers, I don't give a shit. And Johnny can go fuck himself.

I sighed. Why can't Johnny just go and mind his own goddamn business? Is that so hard to do? Why does he even want my phone number? I suck at being interesting—nope, I'm shit at it.

I sighed and got up, plugging in my phone to the charger cable. No music for me. I opened my bedroom door and started walking to the front door. I put on my shoes and opened the door, closing it behind me and started walking to the forest.

When I got there, I sat in my usual spot on the tree. I looked around. No Johnny or Lloyd. Thank god.

"Nick? You here?" I heard Lloyd call out.

You have got to be fucking kidding me right now. Really? Really? Any time, Lloyd, literally any other fucking time, but why now? Why?

I sighed. "Yeah?"

He walked towards me and sat next to me.

"What're you doing here?" I asked.

"Well, you seemed pissed, so I came here."

"I know, I sounded like an asshole. But why'd you come here?"

"Because this is where you go. And you seemed like you wanted to rant."

"I'm just pissed that you think you can give out my number to strangers."

"He told me that you guys have met..."

"A one-minute conversation. That doesn't even count, so that qualifies as stranger."

"So you don't like him."

"I never said that."

"Well, you don't sound too fond of him," he laughed.

"Eh."

"Seriously, though, what do you think of him?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I don't want my friends to hate each other (A/N: Like my friends). And because he said that you seemed cool and then asked if I had your phone number."

"And you gave it to him."

"Yup."

"Why?"

"Nick, I already told you this."

I sighed. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm just pissed and being an asshole, that's all. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. But is it just because of what I did?"

"I don't know. Partially? Maybe? I really do not fuckin' know. I just don't know him well enough to make a complete judgement yet."

"Well, what do you think of him now?"

"That he's an egotistical, narcissistic asshole, that sounds like a prick when he's trying to be funny," I stated bluntly.

Lloyd laughed. "That's a pretty detailed judgement you got there, considering that he qualifies as a stranger to you."

"Shut the fuck up," I smiled.

He raised his hands up in defeat.

Hell yeah, you better surrender, motherfucker!

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Haha, half the fucking chapter is just Nick being pissed. And he never finished his Jared Dines video.

Question: Does 'holy hell' count as an oxymoron?

HOLY SHIT IT'S AN ACTUAL THING

I LEGIT DID NOT KNOW THAT THIS WAS A THING

Never mind.