Intoxicated •Heath Hussar•

Chapter Thirteen

"I think I'll have a breakfast sandwich, please," I order with a smile after looking at my options for a few moments.

Heath then told me that I also have to get an iced coffee to drink.

"You have to, it's what we do for coffee talk," Zane persuaded.

Reluctantly, I gave in and ordered a French vanilla iced coffee to go with my sandwich. The guys both ordered after me, getting pretty similar orders as I did.

When Zane took out his card to pay, I stopped him.

"Let me pay today, you guys seem to always pay for everything," I put my hand over his to stop him from swiping the card. I began talking again when they both open their mouths to protest. "I'm not arguing. Now put your card away."

Reluctantely Zane agreed, but not before mumbling under his breath.

"So you're one of their friends?" the sweet old lady behind the counter asked me with a thick accent as I swiped my card.

"Yeah," I nod and smile at her. "They're my brother's friends, but I am slowly stealing them for myself," I joke.

"Such a pretty girl," she compliments me and I smile as thanks. "You must be dating one of them," she coaxes and I almost choke on my coffee I had taken a sip of before.

"Oh, no," I laugh awkwardly. "I'm just friends with them."

"I see," she says with a sweet smile and hands me the food. I nod my thanks and turn to bring the guys the food.

"You boys take care of her!" the woman yells to Heath and Zane as we are leaving.

"We'll try!" Zane yells back with a laugh and holds the glass door open for me as we walk back to Heath's truck.

"She was so nice!" I gush when we climb into the car.

"Yeah, we love her," Heath agrees. "Wait until you taste your food; you'll love her even more."

I hand out the food and coffees and Zane pulls out his vlog camera, ready to film something. They both look at me, faces full of excitement to see my reaction to the sandwich. I don't understand their hype until I bite into it.

It was a really good sandwich. And my face must has depicted that feeling very clearly because Zane and Heath both started laughing at me.

I just ignored their snickers and jokingly let out a moan while biting into it again.

"This is one fucking good breakfast sandwich," I laugh once I finish chewing.

"I knew you'd like it," Heath says with a smile, still laughing a little bit.

I take a sip of my iced coffee and this time I don't choke on it. Overall I thought breakfast today was a success.

"Now where are some nice hike places we can go to?" I ask the boys and see their faces slowly drop.

"Dammit! We thought you'd forget," Heath laughs while starting up the truck.

"Kheagan here is forcing us to go on a stupid hike!" Zane points the camera at me and I roll my eyes.

"Stop being such a pussy, Zane," I joke, shoving his shoulder with mine. He gasps, acting offended but let's out a fit of coughs not long after, evidently choking on his breath. Heath and I burst into giggles at his misfortune.

"Yeah, stop being a pussy," Heath copies, still laughing.

Zane looks at Heath, face full of disbelief. "What's going on with you baby? Are you sick?" He feels Heath's forehead, pointing the camera at him now. "You never willing go on hikes. Are you trying to impress her or something?" he teases, pinching Heath's almost unnoticeably red cheeks.

"Baby, I don't know what you're talking about," Heath denies, taking a sip of his coffee. The car in front of us slams on their brakes, causing Heath to do the same.

"Damn!" He says after we start moving again. "Stupid car almost made me spill my ma' fuck' coffee."

I giggle at his slang, finding it slightly hilarious.

"So," I start, taking my last bite of the breakfast sandwich. "Where are we going to go for our hike?"

"I was thinking the Hollywood sign?" Heath suggests, but I know I didn't have much of a choice either way as we were already headed there. Not that I would disagree, though.

"Sounds fun," I say honestly. I have always enjoyed hiking since I was in junior high school. Monica and I would always go on hikes together on the weekends before sleeping over each other's house.

"It better not take too damn long," Zane mutters, shutting off his vlog camera.

*

When we get to the mountain, we pile out of the truck and toss out our trash, mentally preparing for the trek to the top. I, knowing we were going for the hike, came prepared with a bottle of water. Zane and Heath, on the other hand, did not. They didn't know that yet, though.

We started up the hill, going at Zane's pace, which would probably take us years to get to the top if we continued at this rate. But I didn't say anything about it because I was lucky enough that he's even here. And by that I mean he's lagging behind, filming God-knows-what.

Essentially it was Heath and I, stomping up the hill and conversing about random topics.

The sun was scorching my skin, causing sweat to roll off of me at a consistent pace. I had a feeling that my makeup was running down my face so I asked Heath about it.

"Baby," he laughs. "You think I can fucking tell if makeup is rolling down your face? I could barely tell that you're sweating," he points to his shirt that has speckles of sweat sprinkled on it.

"True," I chuckle and take a swig of my water. Heath tries to grab it from my hand to take a drink of it and I joke around by switching it to my other hand.

"Come on," he pleads, pouting. "I'm so thirsty."

"You're always thirsty, Heath," I tease, using the play on words, making him giggle a little.

"Not like that! My throat is like a desert," he begs, giving me his goofy smile. I give in, shaking my head with a smile and toss it to him. We wait for Zane to catch up before we start to the last portion of the trek.