As you’re pulling your arms through the sleeve of your jacket, you hear your phone buzz on the coffee table.
Amy: Hey Y/N where are you? Ethan and I have been waiting down here a while
Y/N: Sorry, I’m almost ready. Just let me grab my keys and I’ll meet you guys at the car.
Amy: Okay see you in a few
You grab your key chain off of the hook next to your door, finally able to head out the door, only turning around again to lock up your apartment. Then, you’re off. Two elevator songs and four floors later, you’re in the lobby where you see Ethan talking to Kathryn by your guys’s mail box.
“Hey, Gizmo Daddy,” you yell out from the other side of the room, knowing the use of Joey’s unusual nickname for your friend would irritate him. Ethan turns around to look at your with a glare. Mission accomplished… “Let’s go! Amy’s waiting.”
“She can wait a little longer, Y/N/N,” he says in one of his many strange voices, “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of an absolutely invigorating conversation with Kathryn over here?”
You roll your eyes at the brown-haired boy in front of you before walking slowly over to where they were standing. “Sure you were.”
“I was!”
“Are you positive you don’t want to come, Kat?” You ask, turning to the other brunette slowly, “I don’t think Amy and I can handle his crazy on our own.”
“Yeah,” she answers glumly, “After I feed Marzipan, I have to pick some stuff up at the grocery—we’re out of milk, by the way—, and then I need to run to the office and finish up some editing.”
You laugh. “Sounds like you’re going to have a ton of fun today.”
“Absolutely,” Kathryn replies, contradicting her words by shaking her head.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you later, then; Amy’s been in the car a while and she’s probably ready to strangle us by now.”
“Okay. See ya!”
As we were walking away, she calls Ethan’s name.
He turns around slowly. “Please don’t…” he whispers, a pained look on his face.
Kathryn’s laughing hysterically, but in between her giggles she managed to spit out two words, “Stay cranky, Ethan…”
“Don’t…”
In an extremely high pitched voice, she pulls one more word out, despite the difficulty she was having to breathe, “Bye!”
You knew it was coming; she does it almost every day, but every time it cracks you up by just how ridiculous it is.
“Would you guys just shut up?!” Ethan whines, stomping his foot like a small child.
“No,” the two of you respond.
“Whatever… Let’s just go, Y/N.”
You roll your eyes at his foolishness, but follow him out the door anyway, sending a small wave to Kathryn as you go.
When you reach the car, you see that Ethan already stole the passenger seat and was fake crying into Amy’s shoulder.
“…an-and they were making fun of my outro.”
“Aww, you poor coffee bean… Who did this to you?” Amy jokingly stroked his hair in a “consoling” motion.
He sits up and turns to the back seat, pointing a finger at you. “Her! And Kathryn, too.”
“You want me to beat those mean ol’ girls up for you?”
“Yeah!”
Amy turns to face you too, her pink hair now fading slightly. “Now, Y/N, you know you can’t make fun of Ethan like that; he’s very sensitive, you know. He’s bound to burst into tears at any moment now because of your brutal, terrible teasing!”
You laugh as Ethan’s face turns from hurt two-year-old to offended fifty-year-old. “Hey!”
Amy’s giggles join your own shortly after.
“It’s not funny!” Ethan moans.
You answer him immediately, “Yes it is!”
“I hate you both…” he grumbles, swiveling to face the front of the car, his arms crossed.
“No you don’t,” Amy says, doing the same as him—without such babyish actions, of course—and turning the car on.
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