10 Days [Brallon]

12 Orders Of Spite Breadsticks Also Im Tired SOS

Tyler said Patrick and I were like teenage girls getting ready before a date. He wasn't wrong, because we were actually freaking out (he'd told us Josh had finally officially asked him out), and we were getting ready for a group date part 2.

Well, Patrick and Tyler were picking things out and being productive. I was sitting on the floor. Which was fine. Carpet is comfortable.

"No jacket."

"But it's a nice jacket."

"Orange shirts don't go well with leather jackets, Tyler. You look like a disappointment with fluffy hair and skinny jeans."

"Says the guy that wears a fedora on a daily basis."

I sat up and watched them argue for a couple minutes over whether the jacket looked good or not paired with a bright orange and white striped shirt. I didn't really care, but Patrick is the one that deals with that stuff. What a fashion icon. I wouldn't be surprised if he paired up with Tyler and became a designer or something in that industry. In fact, I'd pay to see that.

Whatever the disagreement turned to, the next thing I knew they were both shirtless and stealing my clothes. I would've asked why but I didn't really want to know.

They were so busy choosing things for each other to wear, I walked (more struggled/hobbled, because of crutches) out of the house in pajama pants and a flamingo shirt and had Brendon drive me to the restaurant without telling him who'd I had left behind, leaving Patrick and Tyler at home with no ride.

And they said Brendon was the best at subtly burning people.

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Both Pete and Josh had driven all the way back to my house to pick up Tyler and Patrick, leaving me behind with Brendon. It took a minute to explain the situation to the waitress, but she understood. We reminded Josh to tip her extra for waiting a little longer.

His left hand was linked with mine under the table (not the right, because of the cast useless for eating), not that we wanted to hide it but because the 12 breadstick dishes we'd ordered in spite were taking up the entire table and there wasn't enough room for our hands to fit.

"Do you think 12 was enough?" Brendon mumbled through half a breadstick hanging from his lips. His finger's grip on my hand said 'I'm awake' but his eyes said 'I have been drugged and I'm 3 seconds away from passing out'.

"You can never have enough spite breadsticks."

And then Pete sat down across from us, followed by Tyler, Josh, and Patrick.

"Y'know what? Fuck you guys. Fuck you guys and fuck your 20 orders of spitefully delicious breadsticks too." He hissed and shoved a breadstick into his mouth.

Tyler counted each basket, even the 2 empty ones. "Actually they only got 12-"

"And I'm gonna eat every last one of them." Pete growled. He and Josh fought over a few baskets overflowing with crumbs and seasoning until Tyler gave up and dumped all the contents down Josh's shirt. Jokingly, of course. We all found it hilarious. Except for Josh, but even he laughed afterwards.

The waitress caught sight of us from across the room, and upon realizing everyone else had returned, walked back to our table with a notepad in hand.

And then she caught sight of Pete and Josh, pulling a breadstick apart over 9 other baskets, and walked away.

Patrick frowned, snatching the breadstick and throwing it over his shoulder and into the overgrown potted plant behind him before pulling a clear bottle from the tiny backpack he'd brought. "It's a good thing I've got my own fizzy water."