Romeo And Julian (Part One)

Chapter Eight

Athena is gonna come to my house for a party! Finally!! Everything must be perfect! I'll get some help setting up the music, and the snacks will be all preset and ready. I've got to see if I can get some tea for him. He's the only person I know that drinks tea.

"Yo! Focus, bro!" Chris said, scoring another point against me in air hockey. "This isn't fun if you don't fight back."

"Sorry, I'm just a little distracted." I replied.

Chris sighed, smacking the puck in my goal again. "Is it the dance? Don't worry, I'm sure someone will ask you out."

"Nah, I've been asked a bunch, but I was just going to go with the guys." I told him.

He facepalmed and stared at me for a minute. "You know, most of the guys have a date. Even I'm going with Sarah Good."

"Really? Jeez, I feel sorry for you, she's such a witch." I laughed.

"So what? I'm not complaining really, I've been single for quite awhile." He shrugged.

I rolled my eyes. "You see, that's why I'm not going with anyone. I don't want some surface level relationship that is meaningless and will be over in a few weeks."

"Dude, I understand what you mean, but you've got your whole life to find a meaningful relationship, you don't need to find it now." Chris reasoned.

I smacked the puck his way, him blocking it easily. "I'm not looking for something that'll last forever, just something that isn't just about status or sex. I don't like the idea of having a relationship for anything other than legitimate emotions."

"Hmm..." Chris hummed. "That's fair. I understand where you're coming from. But seriously, what are you gonna do when everyone splits into their groups and couples?"

"I'll probably just stick around Athena and his friends." I shrugged, getting a glance of confusion from my best bro.

"Who the fuck is Athena?" He asked.

Laughing slightly, I explained. "Sorry, that's what I call Julian."

He stared at me for another moment. "Who the fuck is Julian?"

"Julian Athens, from the academic club. We have gym with him." I explained in a little more detail.

Chris nodded, humming slightly. "I see, I see. I still have no idea who we're talking about, but I think I can figure it out from here." He laughed a bit, striking the puck past me and into my goal. "For a soccer player, you're terrible at defending your net."

"Hey, air hockey is different from soccer in so many ways." I chuckled.

"Would you rather play foosball?" He asked with a smirk.

Shaking my head, I took in a breath. "You are the king of table sports, so let's not."

"Fine." He laughed, picking a water out of his bag that was sitting next to the air hockey table. "What do you want to do then?" He asked, gesturing to the arcade around us.

I took a step towards a zombie arcade shooter. "Lets raze some Hell."

Chris grinned wildly. "That sounds like a great plan."

As we were blasting zombies to bits and pieces, another group took over the air hockey table, making it so we'd never be getting that one back. Or so I thought.

By the time we finished, there was small time gambling going on and people were challenging some girl with cyan hair at a constant rate. Chris looked at me with a pleading look and I rolled my eyes, letting him run off to face his opponent.

"I'll bet a five." He said with a smirk, placing the highest bet so far.

The girl grinned, an evil fire bursting in her eyes. "I'll see you that five. Let's play."

A nervous looking kid in a wheelchair looked at everything going on and swallowed. "This isn't a good idea."

"Shut up, babe, I'm destroying some poor boy and taking his money." The cyan haired girl said, throwing down the puck and smashing it towards Chris, who quickly blocked it.

She looked surprised as Chris smirked. "Bitch please, I've got this in the bag." He sassed, striking the puck at her, just for it to be knocked to the side and hit into his goal in one shot.

The girl held out a hand. "In your own words, bitch please."

I couldn't hold in my laughter as Chris fell to his knees with a look of defeat, slowly handing over the five dollar bill. The kid in the wheelchair sighed, pulling the girl to the other direction after she took the money.

"That's enough gambling for now..." He mumbled as they left.

The rest of the day consisted of Chris complaining, me driving him back to his house, and me making a list of things I needed for the party.

As I was writing down the last item, my mom scooped the list from the table.

"What do you need tea for?" She laughed, looking over the list.

I took the list back and glared at her playfully. "Don't you even think of getting this stuff, I told you I'd take care of everything."

She laughed, looking at the list in my hands. "That stuff isn't even expensive, I can get it while I'm getting food for dinner. Maybe I'll even grab some burgers and hotdogs that you can grill up." She said. "You still haven't said what the tea is for."

"I don't need any help, mom, I've got this. And the tea is for Julian, it's one of his favorite drinks." I explained.

My mother looked at me with a confused expression. "You're making special accommodations for one person? Can't they drink water or soda? I mean, if other people would be drinking tea as well I wouldn't think much of it bu~"

"Mom." I simply said, cutting her off. "You're talking too much."

"Well excuse me, I didn't mean to rant on and on." She laughed patting me on the back before walking towards the front door. "I'm going shopping, I'll see you later."

"Alright, see you later." I said to her, sitting back down to get back to my list. My list. Where is my list?

"DAMN IT, MOM!"