Pretty Damn Filthy (George 'Joji' Miller AKA Filthy Frank)

Chapter Six

   "So, Max, is Chad going to come down with you next time?" George asked.

"Who's Chad?" I asked. We were currently sitting in George's living room, just chatting. They were all really friendly.

"This fat Australian cunt." George said. I giggled.

"Well then." I said, laughing.

"I don't fucking know. You should come visit us in Australia." Max said.

"That's actually a pretty good idea." Ian said.

"Maybe we could buy tickets and fly back with you." George said.

"That would be fucking awesome." Max said.

"So, like, what do you do Percy?" George asked. I shrugged.

"Well um, I work at a café." I said.

"Okay. But what do you do?" He asked.

"Oh, you mean like hobbies? Um, I'm pretty boring. Poetry, I guess. Um, I don't have much time to myself. Normally I'm with friends." I said. I was currently sitting criss-cross applesauce (yes, I call it that) on the floor for some reason.

"Huh, poetry. Figures." Max said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked defensively.

"Well you're practically fucking mother Theresa." Max joked. I pouted.

"Am not." I said, crossing my arms.

"Whatever you say princess." George says. For some reason, I blushed. Kill me now.

"Seriously! I'm really, really rebellious." I said sassily. At least, I think I was being sassy. Evidently, I wasn't because all the boys chuckled. "Fuck you guys!" I yelled, quickly covering my mouth.

"Holy shit, Percy!" Max laughed.

"See! Super rebellious." I said.

"Yes, Percy. You're such a rebel." Ian said with an eye roll. I mimicked him dramatically, earning a small laugh.

"Want to film a video, guys?" George asked.

"What the fuck do you want to do a video about?" Max asked.

"Another cake video...." George said.

"Fuck you, man. Fuck you. It took me for fucking ever to grow back my fucking hair. You sick piece of shit." Ian spat, false anger seething in his tone.

"What's so bad about cake?" I asked. That earned hysterical laughter from the boys.

"PewDiePie's pubes." Ian said. I cringed.

"Is PewDiePie that YouTube guy?" I asked.

"Do you have a computer? Or a phone? Or anything?" Max asked.

"Shut up." I said jokingly.

"Wait, what? Who puts... that... in a cake?" I asked. They all laughed again. I pulled out my phone and went on Instagram. I scrolled through my feed as the boys began talking about going to Australia. I went back to reading comments because... boredom.

Itsyaboimilo: How do you get so fucking tan? Seriously you're like a vampire during the winter.

Simply_percy (me): @Itsyaboimilo good genes hehe

Memeguuurl: ur so pretty wtf

Simply_Percy: @Memeguuurl Thanks babe! *v*

Then I noticed, Memeguuurl's picture was of Ian. He was wearing a weird green suit. He looked like a damn idiot. I giggled and looked up at Ian. He caught my eye.

"What?" He asked me. He moved closer to look at my phone. I quickly turned it off and put it in my pocket.

"Nothing!" I said quickly through giggles. "You look pretty good in green." I teased. He seemed to get it, because his face flushed red.

"I thought you said you wouldn't search my channel!" He said defensively.

"I didn't!" I said. I pulled out my phone to show him the comment. He laughed at the image.

"That's a fucking great picture of me." He said, laughing. I nodded.

"So what, are you like, famous on twitter or some shit?" George asked.

"I wouldn't say famous. I have ten thousand followers on twitter and nine thousand on Instagram. Don't mean to brag." I said sarcastically.

"I have a few million. Don't mean to fucking brag." Ian said. I rolled my eyes.

"What do you post?" George asked.

"Mostly selfies, rants, and me reading poetry." I said with a shrug.

"Tumblr much." George snorted. I rolled my eyes.

"What do you do then?" I asked, resting my head in my hand.

"Um... stuff." George said.

"What the fuck is up with you guys and hiding what you do?" I ask.

"I vlog! And, don't mean to brag, but I also discuss video games." He said proudly. I laughed.

"Vlogging?" I laughed.

"So Joji, tell her about Frank." Ian said.

"Tell her about IdubbbzTv." He said. I looked around awkwardly.

"Guys, I'm not going to judge you." I said awkwardly.

"I don't give a shit about your judgement! I like to keep my life separate." George scoffed.

"I care about your opinion." Ian said.

"Because you're a faggot." Max said. I laughed. I checked the time on my phone. Eleven thirty six P.M.

"I need to head home. I have work tomorrow." I said, offering a small smile. Ian frowned.

"Bye." George said, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

"Bye faggot!" Max said. Wow. Okay.

"See you later Percy!" Ian called out kindly. I walked out, leaving the three boys behind.

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A/N 

   I know at this point and time, no one is reading this. It's more for me. But I still want to make these little notes in the event someone does end up reading this. I plan on doing a Joji perspective next chapter. Quite honestly, I feel something is wrong with my writing. I can't seem to identify what it is though. It's honestly triggering me.