To Those Who Don't Belong

9

"Oi, what the hell happened last night?" John looked at me with confusion in is glaring eyes. He accidently knocked over one of the many beer bottle he had on the floor from last night.

"Well, we were going to just watch some movies, but you got a hankering for alcohol," John nodded slowly as he tried to stand up.

"Sounds like me," he grumbled, "So, who's this George character?" I choked on my tea.

"How did you- did you read through my texts?"

"No. You're just a loud talker on the phone," I blushed heavily, "why don't you tell me about him?"
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"Wow, he seems perfect for you," John was showing off the real John for once. A soft poet/artist who found much interest in life. Not some leather wearing jerk who only finds satisfaction in girls and booze.

"I think you should meet Paul. You two could be good friends."

"Yeah... He sounds cool. Like a devious male... Bridgette Bardot," I choked on my tea once more.

"Bridgette Bardot?" He nodded vigorously.

"If you say so," I sipped on my tea as I watched the clock tic and tic. I felt my phone buzz and looked down.

Geo_Hazza:Wanna have coffee at my place with Paul?

I quickly replied.

Rings-Starr: Can I bring a friend? For Paul.

Geo_Hazza: ?sure...

"John," he quickly looked up from the game he started on his phone, "Let's go meet Paul!"

Again, this chapter is shorter, because-say it with me folks- it will help the next chapter be what I want it to be.