Intoxicated •Heath Hussar•

Chapter Fifteen

"Fuck you," I flip off Zane for making me play this stupid game. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, acting as if my comment actually hurt him, but I ignored it along with Heath's snickering.

After thinking for a solid minute, I can go my conclusion. "I guess I would kill Elton, sorry man," I laugh, twirling my hair, one of my nervous habits. "I'd- uh- fuck Zane," I rush. "And that leaves Heath for marriage."

Zane nodded his head, as if he actually cared, but Heath on the other hand looked offended

"Baby! Why wouldn't you fuck me?" Heath asks.

I snicker and pat his cheeks lightly. "Heath, Baby, once we're married, we can fuck all you'd like," I joke, his face turning red with embarrassment, obviously not expecting that forward of a response. But he then plays along with it, seeing a chance for some good vlog footage.

"Really?" He asks in a child-like voice.

"Of course," I laugh.

"Ohh! I have a great thumbnail idea!" Zane shouts abruptly. I roll my eyes in anticipation of what it might be that he might make me do.

"What is it now?" He sighs, probably having the same thoughts as I am running through his head.

"You two should pretend to kiss!" He yells, more of a demand than a suggestion. "I already have the clickbait title planned: Heath's New Girlfriend?!" He smiles mostly to himself, proud of his idea. Heath and I, however weren't so happy with the idea.

After a long time of convincing, which was mostly made up of whining and pleading, Heath and I reluctantly agreed to it.

"You owe us big time," I say before Zane tells us what to do.

We both lean in, close enough to make it seem like it's a kiss, but far enough away that it wasn't too awkward. Keyword being "too."

"Guys, what the fuck is that? That's not clickbait material!" Zane whines when we pull apart from our "kiss."

"Well, what else do you want us to do?" I snap, getting frustrated. We have been working on this video for almost an hour now. I am hot, tired and can feel my skin slowly getting burn by the blazing sun.

"Since you asked..." Zane trails off, smirking.

I thought fake kissing couldn't get any worse than what it was before, but was I wrong. I ended up having to straddle Heath, my hands on his chest and fake kissing again. Sure it only lasted a good half of a minute, but it was one of the longest 30 seconds of my life.

"Okay! We can continue now," Zane says as I climb off of Heath.

I roll my eyes at his excitement for his clickbait and we continue the Q&A.

"Does Kheagan have any tattoos?" A teenage girl asked.

"I do not, but I've always wanted one. I have just been waiting for a good reason and meaning to get one," I explain honestly. I didn't want a big tattoo, just something small like initials or a little design that symbolizes something of meaning.

"Do you guys have any?" I ask, turning to the guys.

"We both have a couple but we will have to show you another time," Heath nods.

We answer a couple more questions that mostly pertained to my hanging out with the guys, and whether or not I was dating Heath. We decided to skip over those since we wanted to keep it a little secret from the fans; keep them guessing. Eventually we'd tell them it's not true but why not keep them wondering in the mean time?

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Once we got home I ate, then took a shower and changed into shorts and a halter top, french braiding my hair. I worked a little bit on my writing, and got a decent amount done. I came up with a couple of skit ideas for the guys or Liza and decided to keep an ongoing list of them for when they needed them. After that I wrote a little bit of my book I had been working on when I was still in school. I had about a third of it written previously but once I graduated and got a job, I couldn't find the time to work on it. Today, though, I wrote about 10 pages which was a good amount considering the small chunk of time I spent on it.

By the time I finished with my work, it was time for dinner. I leave my room after shutting off my laptop and go to the kitchen, even though I knew fairly well that there wouldn't be much food there. My assumptions were right when I was faced with mere beer bottles and random foods like pickles and eggs inside of the fridge. Typical guys.

"Scott!" I call down the hallway, knowing he was in his room, most likely editing. "There's no food!"

I hear him let out an exasperated sigh and stomping out of his room and down the hallway to the kitchen. He opens the fridge to try and prove me wrong but was faced with the same random items as I did before. He sighs again, being over dramatic and tells me to call David.

"I think he's going out tonight with Alex and his other roommate, Dom," Scott says. "Just ask them if you can come along."

My mouth dropped in shock and I smack his arm. "Scott! I can't just invite myself. That's rude!" I scold.

"Kheagan, he's not going to give a fuck," Scott laughs, seeming a little bit less grumpy.

I would ask Heath to get food with me but he left with Zane when I was working on my writing, and I think Toddy was on his way to a party.

"I'm not going to ask if I can come." I cross my arms, holding my ground.

"Fine, I will then," Scott says, pulling out his phone and calling David before I can get the chance to protest.

"Hey man! There's no food in the house and I'm stuck here editing, can Kheagan come with you for dinner?"

He pauses for a second, listening to something David said before thanking him and hanging up.

"He will be here in 5," Scott says, giving me his "I told you so" face to which I roll my eyes at.

"Whatever," I mumble under my breath.