Murder and Musicals

Chapter Eight: Well, Shit

"That's bullshit!" Charles yelled. The Whataburger employee glared at the table over the counter, and Charles shrank back into his seat.

"What is that, your catchphrase now?" Ryan whispered loudly, leaning over the table. 

"I'm sorry but that is simply not fair." Charles crossed his arms. Ryan and Trent sat across from Charles and Michael. Drake rested his elbows on the table between Trent and Michael in a chair instead of the booth. 

"How can you think that Phoebe would be a better friend than Joey?" Michael threw his hands in a why position. 

"Because he's actually funny!" Charles leaned over the table, in his own zone.

Drake pinched the bridge of his nose, "I await the day we get kicked out of here."

Trent and Ryan chuckled. Charles sighed, "Well who would you guys pick?"

"Chandler, hands down." Trent shrugged like it was obvious.

"What? Seriously? Isn't Rachel the obvious option?" Drake said, holding out his palm sideways.

Michael groaned. "But Joey's perfect! He-"

"He's a creepy pervert who only cares about food and sex." Drake interrupted.

Charles leaned over to Drake's side. "But Phoebe is much better."

"Not at all. She's crazier than anyone else in the Friends universe. There was an episode where she hooked Mike to a heater, God knows where."

The group looked at him blankly. Ryan's mouth dropped. "You absolute nerd." 

The table lightly chuckled, and Michael frowned. "But I'm the nerd of the group." 

There was a pause. Then Trent spoke, "Can we all agree that Ross is the worst of the Friends?"

They simultaneously said, "Yes, definitely." 

"Are we all done with our breakfast?" Trent asked, standing up to throw his trash away.

They all nodded except for Ryan, who shoved the rest of his breakfast sandwich into his mouth and handed his wrapper to Trent. 

"Thwnk ouw." He spoke through his food. Drake rolled his eyes and handed him a napkin. 

All of the guys threw their trash away and filed out into Michael's car.

"Seriously, guys, you've got to get your own cars," Michael said, turning the key.

"But then we wouldn't get to hang out with you!" Charles said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Ryan rolled his eyes and buckled up. All of them followed suit, Michael and Ryan in the front, and Trent in the middle of the backseat. 

Drake looked out the window, whilst Trent stared at him out of the corner of his eye. He always managed to appear thoughtful and zoned out. 

Trent leaned over to Drake and whispered, "What do you think is gonna happen at school today?"

Drake had been thinking about that the other day before Trent came into the Whataburger he was at. 

"I don't know. We'll just have to see, I guess." He slightly moved to shrug and smiled reassuringly. Trent smiled back and grabbed his hand and squeezed it. 

Charles grinned and leaned forward to Ryan's ear, "Do you think we'll eventually have to come up with a PDA rule?"

Trent kicked his leg, while Ryan tried to slap him from the passenger seat.