Lock the Doors - Mattdock

Chapter Fifteen - It Was a Joke

We walked into his house, and he went into the kitchen. "What do you want?" Johnny asked.

For you to mind your own business and kindly fuck off, thank you very much.

"What do you mean?" I asked, walking to the kitchen. I leaned against the wall.

He sighed. "You know what I mean. What do you want to eat?"

Food that won't make me gain any more weight.

"Dunno. What do you have?"

"Lots of things."

"That's vegan," I corrected him.

He blinked. "I have no idea."

"Kinda has to be vegan if I'm gonna digest it," I joked.

He sighed. "Does it have to be vegan?"

"If it's meant for me to digest, then yes." Did you even hear what I just said five seconds ago?

He closed his eyes, sighing.

If I'm pissing you off so much, why don't you just drop it?

"I don't know. Want that Pop-Tart you didn't eat?"

Why are you always bringing up that stupid Pop-Tart?

"Sure," I sighed.

How many calories are in one fucking Pop-Tart?

He opened the package and inserted the pastry in the toaster.

"I'm getting frosting residue on your damn Pop-Tart, are you triggered yet?"

I didn't answer him, I just glared at him.

"Aw c'mon, I was joking, Nick."

I still didn't talk to him.

"I was joking," he repeated.

"I heard you," I stated bluntly.

"Then why are you still mad at me?"

"I'm not."

"Then stop acting like you are."

I rubbed my eyes. "I'm not."

"Then why are you—"

"Stop. Please," I said, closing my eyes.

"Oh. Sorry."

"It's fine."

"Okay," he mumbled, giving up.

The toaster dinged, meaning that the Pop-Tart was done.

Johnny got a plate out from the cupboard and put the pastry on the plate, handing it to me. I took the plate away from him, bringing it to the table and setting it down. I sat down and broke the Pop-Tart into fourths, almost burning myself from the heat it contained.

"Why are you doing that?" Johnny asked.

"To cool it down," I replied.

"Oh."

What did you think I was doing?

I waited a couple of minutes for the Pop-Tart to completely cool down before taking a bite of it so Johnny would shut the fuck up about it.

"What made you want to go vegan?" Johnny suddenly asked, pulling up a chair next to me.

I looked up at him. "I didn't like the fact that I was eating animals."

"You're so nice," Johnny chuckled.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, you look like someone who wouldn't give a damn about anything, but really you're just a caring kid who won't eat animals."