Lotion Legacies

John and Nine: Crazy Day

"I need you to calm down." I whisper-shout at Nine.
"John," He says threateningly, leaning forward in his chair. "I will throw this fucking cup at you."
"It's plastic. Go for it."
Nine slams the cup down on our table and angrily looks around for a server. I sit back, taking in this peaceful moment before the shouting begins.
"Hey!" Nine yells, flagging down our waiter.
I've already given up on trying to stop him.
"Is there something I can help you with, sir?" The boy says politely.
"Yeah! You can 'help' me. I do believe that when you wrote this shit down earlier, I said NO SH-"
I tune him out.  The boy scampers off with a message for the chef.
Nine turns to me, calmly.
"So..how ya' been?"
I look over at Nine. "I've been absolutely terrible."
"Oh, that's nice. I went on a jog yesterday and I got numbers from eight girls! And I was only out for about an hour. That's gotta be my new personal record... After the war, everything's just changed, Johnny Bro!" He relaxes into the chair. "Man, that kid better get the order right.."
I don't know what it is, but something seems to be bothering Nine today. He's angry, and he's been avoiding serious discussions. Okay, maybe he always kind of acts like that...but today it's a lot more noticeable. I'm not going to ask about it, though.
I take a sip of coffee. "You get eight numbers a day yet you still can't snag a date?"
"First off, I don't get eight numbers everyday. And second off, I never actually call them."
"Got your heart set on someone else?"
"Maybe."
I fake gasp. "Nine has a crush?"
"I wouldn't tell you that."
"Not even-" The young boy comes back with a new tray. He stands in front of us for a moment without saying anything.
Nine slides his sunglasses down. "Food, please."
The boy gives him a cheesy smile and drops the entire tray onto the table, Nine's drink tips over and soaks into the tablecloth as well as his pants.
"You asshole! Refund! JOHNNY, WE ARE LEAVING!"
I snicker, looking down at his soaked jeans and stand up. When the girl at the register hands me the bill, Nine just glares at me. I crumple it up and throw it back at her.
"Good job, John." Nine says, stepping out of the door. "You're a bad bitch now."
There is a group of girls waiting for us, or rather Nine, outside. They all giggle and smile when we first step out, but then one looks down and sees his jeans. They are soaked. She laughs and her friends giggle along with her. I pull Nine away.

We end up at a clothing store in downtown Chicago. Nine doesn't want to go home. He grabs some dark jeans, and is surprisingly quiet. I step outside to wait for him while he pays.
It's taking a little longer than I expected.. I suppose he's started an argument with someone, which is predictable. I'm about to go in and grab him when Sarah calls.
I sigh, glancing at the store door before I answer.
"John?" She says.
"Oh, hey!"
"Uh.."
"Is something wrong?"
"I might have...accidentally! Accidentally!!"
I suck in my cheeks. "What is it?"
"Well, there's wax and lotion all over the floor and I have to know where like, a towel is? Where is a towel!?"
"....the dryer. Wh-why is there lotion on the floor?"
"You don't wanna know. I'm making chicken nuggets. Be back at 5, please."
She hangs up on me.
Nine angrily exits the store, grabs me, and continues walking forward.
"What the hell is wrong with you today? Why all of the fights?" I ask.
"It's not my fault that there was a douchebag convention in there!"
I stop in my tracks and pull Nine so he faces me. "Bro, how many times do we have to have this conversation?! I know people are idiots but you can't just-"
"I'm so tired of the speeches! It's not a phase, John!"
"Being an asshole is a choic-"
"Did you just call me an asshole?"
I sigh and cross my arms defensively. "Yes. Yes, I just called you an asshole."
Nine doesn't say anything. He thinks for a long time.
"You know what, John?"
"Do I want to know?"
"I think you have a choice to make here."
"I do?"
"It's me or your girlfriend."
"Uhh...sorry to shoot you down, but.....I don't think I really feel the same.."
He smacks me. Hard.
"I'm not gay you fucking idiot."
I rub my face.
"You can either have your best friend or your girlfriend."
"Why can't I have both?"
"She's stealing you from me! Cmon John you can either go eat chicken nugnugs or you can come with me and dance."
"I have plans."
"And what are those? Sitting on the floor eating nuggets and play monopoly with your girlfriend? Bro...if you're gonna date someone, at least find a girl who'll give you some action!"
"She's kind of boring.."
"Damn right. Let's get our freak on."

I can't believe I actually said that.
Sarah ends up calling me so many times that Nine takes my phone and smashes it on the ground. I can't wait until I get home...

The 'partyzone' as Nine says, is packed and sweaty. Why are dancing drunk people always so sweaty?

Nine fits in perfectly, pushes a drink into my hand and pulls me along to talk to girls. I vaguely remember him rapping Ice Ice Baby on a table, and also something about a glitter skirt. Maybe I only remember the skirt because I woke up next to it.

Nine is still obviously buzzed a few hours later when I push myself off of the hard apartment mattress and make my way to the kitchen.

"Johnnny," He whines. "How do you like my place?"
"This is yours??"
"Yup."
"It's filthy."
"Yup.." He pauses and smirks. "Just like you last night."
I hang my head. "..do I even want to know?"
"Depends. Would you feel super guilty around Sarah?"
"Duh."
"She started calling my phone too."
"Give it to me!" I knock the coffee cup out of Nine's hand and reach for his pants.
"Woaaaaah bro! I'd have to be pretty drunk for that!"
"Wha-" I stand back and shake my head. "You idiot! I'm not trying to get in your pants!"
"You're right. Maybe I should put on a skirt."
"I can't handle you..."

Nine's phone rings, blinking the name Sarah. I snatch it and turn away from him.
"Sarah.." I begin quietly.
"John! Oh thank god!" She sounds relieved.
"...Sarah? Aren't you mad?"
"Why would I be! I've just been so worried...tell me you're okay! I had such a long nig.."
I tune her out and wander into the bedroom, looking at broken bottles on the floor and the sparkly mini skirt.
"Yeah...me too." I whisper.

Nine breaks into laughter from the other room and shouts, "Hey bro! That girl is back for the skirt you took!"
Sarah immediately stops talking. "...what'd he say?"

And that's how I destroyed my relationship.

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This is a disaster xD. I started this a really long time ago and just wanted to finish it. This story is going to be for oneshots, message me or leave a comment here if you have any ideas!