Anger Management [Meloghia]

Chapter 19: Girls, Girls, Girls

Formaggio hated silence. It made him antsy, to say the least. Ghiaccio focused on the road and Melone sat in the passenger seat staring out the window. He was oddly quiet. Probably still messed up after Gelato. He glanced over at Illuso who also seemed wrapped up in thought. Damn, I can't take this.

"Yo, Blue, can you put on the radio or something?" Formaggio leaned forward clinging to Melone's seat as he pointed at the dial. Ghiaccio pressed a button and hip hop music started playing. At least Ghi has good taste.

Formaggio sat back in his seat again and tried to think about the party. At least there would be alcohol there. It had been pretty crazy in years past. It was also the one time he got to see all kinds of friends he didn't usually get to see. And girls. There were more and more girls joining Passione every year.

"So who's excited for all the girls?!" Formaggio finally broke the silence.

"Is that all you ever think about?" Ghiaccio muttered. Melone turned around to look behind him.

"Like Cookie?" Melone smirked. Formaggio blanched and stumbled to recover.

"Cookie is a great friend, and you better keep your lusty hands off her!" Formaggio flicked Melone's nose.

"I like pretty people. What can I say?" Melone shrugged and then licked his lips seductively. As he began turning around he added, "I bet she has little feet, what a perfect match..." Formaggio blushed and smacked him upside the head.

"Don't talk about her feet, dammit!" Formaggio yelled. "Or my stand. You make it sound so dirty!"

"Hey, leave him alone!" Ghiaccio turned and swatted at Formaggio.

"He's being a creepy fuck!" Formaggio countered.

"Then stop talking about your girlfriend!" Ghiaccio snapped.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Formaggio snarled back.

"But you wish she was." Illuso smirked.

"Come on, Lu," Formaggio sighed. He usually at least had Illuso on his side in most scenarios. "Drop it."

"You were the one that mentioned girls," Ghiaccio rebuked.

"Y'know, Blue, sometimes I get the express feeling that you don't like girls," Formaggio quipped.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He felt Ghiaccio's fury from the front of the car. Melone looked over at Ghiaccio.

"Do you like girls?" Melone asked.

"Who the fuck doesn't?!" Ghiaccio raged as he glared at Melone.

"Sorbet, Gelato, Prosciutto..." Illuso started listing.

"Don't you dare compare me to those chucklefucks!" Ghiaccio snapped as he glared at Illuso in the rearview mirror.

"There's nothing wrong with it, Ghia," Melone hummed. "I like guys too."

"Hold up! Seriously, Melone?" Formaggio leaned forward grabbing the back of Melone's seat. "What gives? I thought you liked women? We've gone cruising for chicks together!"

"I like both. The whole world is like a buffet for me." Melone stuck out his tongue.

"I fucking knew it," Illuso interjected.

"Seriously?" Ghiaccio looked at Melone.

"It wasn't something I was hiding. All you guys had to do was ask if you really wanted to know." Melone shrugged.

"Have you ever sucked a dick?" Illuso asked.

"Of course, and I'm very good at it." Melone turned around to make eye contact with Illuso. He stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth as he lowered his lids.