The Bad Ones

We Can't Grow Old Together

"Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye... Na na na na, na na- Hey!" Drey exclaimed as I shoved her. She was cooking eggs while listening to that idiotic song on her phone.

I shrugged, saw a mountain of bacon on a plate beside her, and grabbed a strip. "What's with the big breakfast?" I asked with my mouth full.

She glared, "Good morning to you, too, Bail." I simply stared, so she continued. "While you sulk in your sorrows and hatred, I'm trying to get Mar out of her funk."

"She still isn't being nice?" I asked, "It's been a month. My casts are coming off today for crying out loud."

"Oh, she's not being nice? Well, how's Carter?"

Now I glared, "That's different, I tried calling him. Most likely he's hiding away with Lakefield, who also isn't answering my damn calls. That's not my problem."

She scoffed, "So, that's it? You're just going to leave them alone? I thought you'd go after their asses and beat them to a pulp for ignoring you. And it isn't called hiding if we know where he is."

"I'm too excited to get these damned things off of me, I'm not going to re-break anything just yet," I shook my head and snagged another bacon.

We paused when we heard someone bounding down the stairs. It was Carson.

"Hey, want breakfast?" Drey smiled and waved at her with the spatula, after setting down the eggs onto a huge platter.

She shook her head and moved for the door, "No, thanks, I'm meeting Veronica soon for a shopping trip to Seattle. See ya!"

"Okay, bye!" Drey called. When she was gone, Drey turned to me, "Did you see the look she gave you, ha!"

"Whether I like Mason or not, I'll hurt her if I have to," I said plainly.

"You're the one who had Mason interfere with her life. If she wants to screw up whatever good there is within her, so be it. We tried."

"Yes, but I don't see why she's only pissed at me. Mason is the one who wanted to talk to her, and we all tried talking to her. It wasn't just me," I frowned.

Mason came into view now, "She's pissed at you because she's worried Carter will actually leave. She doesn't believe he'll stay just to co-own Lakefield's beach."

Drey rolled her eyes, "I'm glad he got this crazy opportunity, but he doesn't know squat about running even a family owned private anything. I think Lakefield's dad is only allowing this because of Lakefield's condition."

"Speaking of, how is he lately?" Mason asked.

"For all I know. He could already being shaking hands with Jesus by now," I scoffed.

"Not funny," Drey frowned at me, then turned to Mason, "He's fine. Still a bit of headaches here and there, but nothing a migraine pill can't fix. He hasn't answered Bail's calls, though."

"Boo-hoo," Mason said as he opened the refrigerator to grab the big bottle of Tropicana Orange juice.

My Tropicana orange juice.

"Ow!" he groaned when a metal ladle hit his side. I waited until he had closed and put the juice down, of course.

"You drank her juice, stupid," Drey laughed.

He glared at me, then smirked.

"Mason-" I began, but he grabbed the juice and ran upstairs before I could finish my threat. That bitch.