dear Boyf riends

"Cause we make it a two-player game''

Jeremy's POV

Things have been unnaturally changing. My new big brother has been spending quite a lot of time with Michael more than His Friend. 

  One time i notice Evan and Michael Playing Apocalypse of the damn At the basement. AND HE DOESN'T EVEN PLAY GODDAMN VIDEO GAMES. But i cant be pissed. At him. At my big brother. And ill admit it. Life was better when was an only child. Now I have to deal with My big brother. Who is practically stealing my best friend since pre-school. And i have to deal with uncomfortable silence with Jared. My brother's friend who's been here since they moved.   

Dad and Mom's in honeymoon and they left their kids to deal with the shit themselves. I need some time alone. But i'm not leaving my best friend with my brother. So i took up all my courage and ask Michael if he wants to go out. 

As i walk down my dimmed Basement. Michael and Evan's face practically right in front of the screen. 

"Hey Michael! Wanna get out? Get some Slushies?" i ask. Michael didn't even care enough that he didn't even pause the game. "Level 9!" he shouts. "The cafetorium!" Evan shouts back.

I gritted my teeth and couldn't take this shit anymore. I took my phone and dial's in Jake's phone number. He answers on the 3rd ring. I make sure my voice is loud enough to make Michael hear. 

"Hey JAKE! PICK ME UP! LETS GO BOWLING OR SHIT! I'M BORED" I shout. Michael hasn't turned his head. I feel anger building up inside of me. I storm off. Jared's in the couch watching television. I hear a beep from across the door. I Get a can of beer from the Freezer and turn the doorknob and slam the door behind me. Jake and Rich in the front seat's and i hop in the back.

"Anything wrong?"  Rich asks. Jake looked in the rear mirror. Brother stealin' Michael. That kind of Shit" i hiss. And Jake continues to drive. I didn't realize I've been cussing a lot lately. Cant blame anyone other than my brother stealing my only best friend. We arrive at Jake's Humongous Mansion. I hop down and run my fingers through my air. We step in his house and we settle in his bar. He served beer. And im not really sure if I could handle being drunk again. The last time i was Wasted. Was when i made out with my current girl friend's best friend. And i don't even wanna remember that. It seems. Eh..

I never knew i got that drunk when, when i woke up in Jake's couch. Jake and Rich cuddled up together on the other end of the couch. i grab the closest notepad and pen i see and write down a note. 

"Home. Dont worry. Didnt use any car. unless u consider riding a taxi one. whatev. home. drunk. asleep fo lik 9 hours. meybi. bbyye." i write down in my most crooked writing. I call and Uber and it arrives in 5 minutes. I arrive home and thank god my parents aren't home yet. I open the front door and see Michael and Evan in the couch with a worried look on his face. 

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! DON'T YOU CARE THAT I COULD BE WORRIED?! OH MY GOD. IM THIS CLOSE TO LOSING IT!" Evan shouts. And Michael just sit's there taking up all the family drama. Seriously. Fee bad for the kid.

"Like you would care" I say. i feel everything i just consumed in my stomach rising up in my throat. I raise my index finger at them and dash my way over to the bathroom. 

I didn't even notice Michael there.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with your new best friend? Seems like you replaced your Getting stoned Buddy." i say My head still in the toilet bowl. Michael laughs. And i dont see any reason to laugh.

"Replace? New best friend? What are you talking about?" Michael asks. rubbing my back in a circular motion. "Your brother sucked in the game by the way.." Michael whispers. And i smile.

IM SORRY. I HAVE TO DEAL WITH HOME WORK AND SCHOOL SHIT. WElCOME TO DRAMA LAND. ANY  JAKE AND RICH SIPPERS OUT THERE? of course there are. any homophobics out there reading this. I HAVE RUSTY SPOON IN MY POCKET WHERE ITS USED TO SCOOP EYEBALLS OF CHILDREN. sorry im totally not stoned. or high. or drunk.