How We Are

Chapter 4

I walked up to him, slowly.

“Drew.” I said softly, but he refused to look up at me.

“Drew, come on, you’re a great guy you’ll find another girl. She was awful. You need to find someone who likes you for you and doesn’t look like a monkey with makeup and a boob-job.” I said and he laughed. But it wasn’t a comforting laugh. This was the coldest, most sarcastic laugh I’d ever heard.

And for some reason this pissed me off.

“Drew! Get yourself  up and stop feeling sorry for yourself! She was a total bitch and you need to let go over her! She wasn’t good enough for you anyway! If you just open eyes to see that, then maybe you wouldn’t feel so bad” I yelled in his face, but he didn’t phase. He just laughed the same way he had before.

“You think this is about one girl!” he yelled, standing up. It sent chills up my spine because Drew never yells at me.

“This has been what my whole life is, Car!” he continued,” THIS is about all of my failed relationships! THIS is about all of the girls that have ever cheated on me! I just can’t take anymore of this! Am I really not good enough for ANYONE?!”

Our eyes were locked and we were standing about 5 feet away from each other.  I narrowed my eyes at him.

“What about all the girls you’ve cheated on, Drew?! Don’t you think you made them feel like shit, too?! And so what if those relationships didn’t work out! YOU’RE STILL YOUNG, DREW! Too young to have already found your true love, so chill out! Those people weren’t worth it if you’re not still with any of them today!” I said.

Drew’s shoulders relaxed from their previously tense position and he sighed.

“I don’t like saying that you’re right,” he muttered, sitting back down on the swing.

“Yeah, but I love hearing it so, go ahead,” I said, sitting on the swing next to his.

“You’re right,” he said softly and kind of slurred.

“I’m sorry, Drew, what was that? I’m kind of hard at hearing, can you say that louder please?” I teased.

“I SAID I’M SORRY AND YOU'RE RIGHT!” he said and we laughed together, but there was still something I had to do.

“Ahh! That hurt, Can! What was that for?!” Drew cried.

I punched him. 

“For yelling at me," I stated matter of factly.

“Oh, yeah, I’m really sorry about that. I was just really mad.”

“You know, I’ve never seen you that mad before,” I stated. It was true. I hadn’t.

“What? Did it turn you on?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah, totally, man. I was so turned on by being screamed at,” I said sarcastically.

“Dude, let’s just go home,” I said getting up, realizing that Keaton and Wesley were waiting for us.

“Yeah, I need to put ice on this future bruise. Thanks, by the way,” he said while holding his arm.

“No problem. I’m here to hurt you anytime,” I said as I grinned. He chuckled at that.

“No, I’m mean for finding me and clearing things up. I was being stupid and I really needed that so, thanks,” he said.

“Yeah, uh, no problem,” I said awkwardly and gave an odd side hug.

Yeah, I wasn’t good with sappy stuff like this. I mean, I was practically a dude. All of my friends were dudes and I had no siblings, so Drew, Wesley and Keaton were my brothers.

“Haha, still so awkward, Can-Can,”

“Still so emotional, Chicken Stew Drew,” I said and pushed him.

We walked home and along the way Drew started to piss me off  again.

“Car, have you ever dated anyone? Like ANYONE? Even if it’s not a guy?” he asked.

“No, Drew. I have NOT dated anyone,” I said between clenched teeth. He knew I hated talking about this kind of stuff.

“Why not? Do you not like anyone?”

“No, Drew, I don’t like anyone.”

“Well, I guess you’ll find someone, or maybe you’re like weird and you never will. You know, ‘cause you’re all awkward,” he said as we entered the apartment building.

“And you’ll never have kids, Drew.” I said, irritated with his babbling.

“What? Why n- ughh!” he said.

I punched him in his manhood, seeing as I’m short enough to.

“Bye, loser,” I yelled behind me, running to our apartment door.

I knocked on the door because I’d given my key to Keaton and Wes earlier, but no one answered the door.

I tried turning the knob, and the door was already open.

“What the he-“

I stopped mid-sentence because my apartment was covered in chocolate, ice cream, whipped cream, and I swear, every single flavored/ type of candy was on the ceiling.

And on the floor I found a passed out Wesley and a curled up Keaton beside him.