Sprace Chatroom {Discontinued}

Eight

Racetrack groaned as the sun shined on his face. He definitely wasn't a morning person if he didn't have to be. "Asshole, get up!" A pillow hits Race in the face. He squints his eyes to see Spot glaring down at him, "How did you get in my house?! Ah, why does my head hurt so much?" "That, dumbass, would be a hangover. You got really drunk last night, and I had to help you home," Spot rubs his temples, fighting off the dull headache caused by his own hangover. "I don't really remember what happened last night. Do you?" Race asks Spot. Spot shakes his head carefully as to not make his headache any worse, "Not really. All I know is that I helped you home. They shrug off the topic of last night and head towards the kitchen to eat breakfast. Race's phone buzzes.

Jack: last night was crazy!
Race: really? I can't remember a thing...
Jack: lol you did some pretty awesome stuff!

"Who you texting?" Spot asks as he pours himself some cereal. "Jack," he replies simply.

Race: what did I do?
Jack: I wish I had pictures!
Race: I don't care about pictures! I just want to know if there's a warrant out for my arrest!
Jack: well if Spot remembers he'll probably kill ya lol
Race: oh no... what did I do...?

Spot quietly munches on his cereal as he watches Reca's face contort into an expression of distress. "So?" Spot asks, "Does he remember last night?" Race jumps slightly, "Huh? Uh, no. That's what he was asking me."

Race texts Jack a few more times before he sets his phone down with wide eyes. He gets up and starts making something to eat. Spot looks over his shoulder at him before looking at Race's phone. He scrolls through Race's messages with Jack until he finds something that picks his interest.

Race: oh no... what did I do...?
Jack: sure you want to know?
Race: yes! Just tell me!
Jack: okay, okay.. you flirted with Spot
Race: that's it?
Jack: no. He flirted back.
Race: and... then what...?
Jack: let's just say you two started making out like Mush and Blink
Jack: Race?
Jack: you still there?
Jack: heeellllooooo

Spot quickly puts Race's phone back where it was as he hears Race coming back. The two were silent for awhile, the new information swirling around in there heads. "I should be heading home," Spot says suddenly. He heads straight for the door and was gone before Race could say anything.