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slurpee » kyle lowry

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"Why are you drinking slurpee?" Kyle asked, standing above her. When Angelica shrugged, he sat in the empty spot next to Angelica and bumped shoulders. "You really wanna die."

"We're gonna be in the car for the next two hours, anyway, so why not?" Angelica chuckled. She leans forward. "I also mixed a tad bit of vodka in here," she whispers, looking around in paranoia.

He stared at the slightly intoxicated girl with a smile tugging on his lips. "You really are one of a kind, aren't you?"

"See how one of a kind she can get when she finishes that slurpee," DeMar remarked, appearing on the other side of Angelica. "She goes ballistic with these things." He reaches over to Angelica and slips the drink out of her hand and takes a sip of it himself. "Damn it, Angelica."

"Hush up," Angelica chuckled, waving her hand in the air to dismiss DeMar. She shoves him away and snatched back her drink. "I'm not drunk yet."

"Exactly what he meant," Kyle laughed, reaching over for her drink to get a sip too. "If you're gonna get drunk, you're sure as hell not gonna do this alone."

Angelica furrowed her eyebrows. She was started to get hazy and she wasn't sure of what it was, but there was something that isn't right about Kyle drinking her drink.

DeMar, being a lot more sober than she is, smacked the back of Kyle's head harshly and made him give the drink back to Angelica. "Stupid, you're driving us home."

"What, I can't have a sip?" Kyle whipped back, an arm coming across the shove the man. "Fucking loser. And I could really use some vodka right now."

Kyle starts staring at the cup in Angelica's hand and DeMar starts laughing because the only thing, or person, Kyle looked at that was his son. And in that matter, Angelica too.

"So, you're saying that you don't want to drive us home, then?" Angelica asked, slouching. She turns her head to Kyle and frowned. "But you have to drive us home. DeMar will only get us killed!"

DeMar scowled, shoving her. "I feel so attacked right now."

"That's because I am attacking you."

"I'll attack you right back."

Kyle popped his head between the two, no long sitting quietly beside Angelica. "That's not very nice. Hitting girls isn't a very manly thing to do," Kyle says, waving his finger dangerously close to DeMar's face. "So you should drive us home."

DeMar gave him a look. "What is the correlation?"

"It serves as punishment for even thinking of hitting girls," Kyle answered in a 'duh' tone. He furrowed his eyebrows and grunted at his friend's stupidity. "How do you sleep at night knowing that you're this stupid?"

DeMar turned to Angelica. "How do you sleep at night knowing that this man is your best friend?"

"How do you sleep at night knowing you have to work with this man every other day?" Angelica whipped back, giving DeMar a look. She smirks triumphantly when DeMar stays silent, keeping his mouth shut.

Kyle's eyebrows furrowed. "DeMar, I challenge you to a one-on-one and whoever loses has to drive us home," the man challenges confidently as Angelica continues to sip of her vodka mixed slurpee. He realises this and he snatches the drink out of her hands. "And you, stop drinking that. You're gonna shitfaced then."

"One-on-one? There is no hoop, dumbass," DeMar deadpanned, snorting at Kyle. He looks over at his friend and gave him a look. "You're high, aren't you?"

"Then, fight me," Kyle says in a 'duh' tone, furrowing his eyebrows as if DeMar was actually stupid. "Like, seriously, man."

"Rock-paper-scissors and whoever loses drives us home," DeMar bargained, only to frown further with Kyle shook his head firmly.

"Don't be a pussy."

Angelica snorted a laugh. "Yeah, DeMar, don't be a pussy." Only then the two men sandwiching her between them realised that Angelica was sipping on her slurpee again. DeMar rolls his eyes and takes the cup into his hand.

"Give me that," he muttered, "I fear that I'm gonna need to finish this entire thing just to get through a conversation with this idiot."

"Why do you think I mixed vodka in with my drink?" She muttered rhetorically as she took the drink back. After another sip, she shoves the drink into Kyle's chest and pushed herself off the curb. "You know what, come on."

Kyle and DeMar shared a look. "Where are we going?" The two asked in unison, still skeptical of how the girl was suddenly acting - as if she hadn't drank a single drop of vodka. "You're not leading us into a trap, are you?"

"I'm driving you idiots home because y'all are so whiney," Angelica scoffed, rolling her eyes. She beckoned them to follow her towards Kyle's car. "Let's go!"

The two scrambled off the curb, pushing one another and yelling 'shotgun' as they raced towards the car. "Fuck off," Kyle scowled, pushing DeMar far away from the car as they reached the door. "I own this car."

"Yeah, but Angelica likes me more!" DeMar screamed, charging back at Kyle to shove him away from the door. He yanks it open and rushes in. Kyle screeched and grabbed his arm, yanking it back. And while all this is happening, Angelica is starting the car and ignored their childishness.

Kyle yanked DeMar out of the car and rushed in, pulling the door close. He clicks his seat belt on and presses his face against the window, sticking his tongue out. DeMar cussed, opening the door. He grabs his arm, yanking him out while Kyle tries to push him away.

"Get in the backseat, idiot!" Kyle screamed, trying to shield his seat belt's buckle away from DeMar's hand.

Finally, Angelica attempts to break it up. "Stop it!" She says calmly, reaching over to push away DeMar from Kyle. She then unbuckles Kyle's seatbelt and jerked her head towards the backseat. "Get in the back, loser."

"Excuse me," Kyle gasped, clutching his heart. "Why do you hate me?"

"Because you're out here with a child and a baby mama but you're still acting like a fucking child," Angelica scolded, "take your vodka mixed slurpee and head to the back and think about how you've been acting."

Kyle frowned, tightening his grip over the cup. He swings his leg out and gave DeMar a death look. "She loves you, DeMar, I hate you. You know I love that woman who is going to drive us home."

DeMar scoffed as he slipped into the passenger seat with Kyle padding over to the back of the car. "Oh, stop being a crybaby. Angelica loves you too and you know that."

"Stop giving me high hopes, you piece of shit," Kyle grunted, moving to the middle then straightening his body to close the door. "I hate both of you."

As Angelica started to drive off their stopover place, she glances at Kyle through the rearview mirror. "Oh, please, you love me."

And very softly, as Kyle sunk in his seat, he says, "I really wish you knew that I do."

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