Friends? (MemeNE)

I. Talk To Me

The vivid yellow shades of daffodils, lilac hyacinths and blooming grasses joyfully indicated the beginning of the most effervescent of seasons; spring. You might be wondering why and how our protagonist had such a view from a tower in the middle of a metropolis like London. Funny thing is, he didn't. Better yet, George couldn't remember the last time he saw real flowers, alive and flourishing apart from a handful of cacti and low-maintenance plants his mates owned as decoration. So now when he purposefully ended up in the garden equipment part of a grand Sainsbury's for once the enriching scent of nature amazed him, no mind paid to the rainclouds gathering outside.

"Do you reckon this is enough charcoal?" Will's words hauled the dirty blonde out of his mindless contemplation as the former YouTuber motioned at their shopping cart.

George dedicated the mentioned object a quick glance, then absentmindedly nodded. Who cared after all? It's not like it was his week nor idea for the upcoming Eboys™️ video, let alone encouraged the fuckery they were presently shopping for. All inner monologue aside, George's attitude wasn't usually like this. However, on that very afternoon he couldn't help himself but sulk over the smallest of inconveniences. Maybe it was due to his social battery being drained or to his friends' banter going a bit too far in the last couple of days, he wasn't positive.

George could take the light teasing and equally jovial jabs directed at him both during recordings and in real life - hell he was a culprit of uttering mindless obscenities in order to mess with the lads himself -, sure, however, the very Geordie man before him was dancing on rather thin ice. Will truly was the trickster of their group but slightly acting like a douche on camera as a part of his YouTube persona didn't give him the right or reason to intermittently attempt doxing one of his best friends as a joke.

"Alright, like if there's nothing else to buy, we should head out." A concerned yet curious look was sent the younger's way as the green-eyed one of the two voiced his thoughts.

George couldn't agree more, getting home was the top priority in his mind at that moment since he wasn't so keen on zoning in and out to occasionally reply to Will's questions and make comments here and there. To be fair, George's focusing abilities paired with the ubiquitous underlying tension between the pair were not an ideal combination, the dirty blonde had no idea why he'd agreed to tag along with Will in the first place.

"Who's paying for all this then?" The latter eventually asked, a hand on the shopping cart to help with pushing it.

"The Eboys." Will chuckled, twirling a credit card between his fingers - their conjoint one as it seemed. "Mostly you though since you get the biggest cut anyways."

George narrowed his eyes in a playful manner this time and mumbled with certainty. "No, I don't."

"Right... I'm still baffed how, though." The taller man moved forward in the queue, filling out the silence around them.

George shrugged placing their items behind the checkout divider in tandem with his friend. "We're all equal innit? No matter the sub count."

Will smiled in return, glad to see the same on the younger boy's face. "As it should be."

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Luck appeared to be on the duo's side - momentarily that is -, the boys managed to make it to the car just before the rain picked up, turning the bothersome drizzle into a genuine downpour. Chucking everything into the trunk, they hopped into the vehicle, hair dank, shirts spotted with raindrops.

Seatbelts fastened, Will started up his car, putting it in reverse to back out of the parking lot. Soon enough they were on a semi-motorway, windshield wipers practically bending over backwords so the driver could see. George concentrated on the road too, sceptical about the viability of the concrete beneath them. It looked slippery, plus the reflectors of other vehicles were also barely visible so the fact that they were still in their lane was a miracle in the blue-eyed boy's opinion.