CLICK

~Teddy Bear~

-Dave's POV-

~Evening, 6:11pm~

Vincent - "So we don't get to keep the weapons?"

Dave - "Of course not, they're mine!"

Vincent wanted the weapon I gave to him even though he didn't even USE it during the fight. I'm kind of glad he didn't use it since he probably wouldn't want to clean it.

Zak - "But Dave! You're weapons are really cool! Can we at least have one?"

Dave - "No, you can't."

Darryl - "You should really stop asking him for his weapons you muffins."

Vincent & Zak - "Nobody cares Darryl!"

Dave - "Hey, what are you picking on him for?"

Vincent - "What do you have a crush on him or something?"

Dave - "No, but the way you're talking to him is very rude."

Ever since Zak woke up we have been arguing. Darryl tried to stop us earlier but gave up.

I watched as Zak tried to stand again but couldn't. His foot was getting better at a quick speed but his walking hasn't improved.

I felt a buzz coming from my phone so I picked it up and read the message:

Dad

We'll be home tomorrow. Remember about our friends coming over so your's have to be out of the house by then. See you then.

I guess I have to kick my friends out and send 'em home. I'm kind of scared to be alone in all honesty, but I think I'll be ok.

Dave - "Guys I just got a message from my Dad saying you guys gotta be out of here tomorrow since he's inviting guests over."

Zak - "Awe..."

Darryl - "So I guess we're staying here tonight?"

Dave - "Yeah. Well if you want."

Darryl - "No, no, I think it's fine. We should celebrate!"

Vincent - "Celebrate what? Dreams escape? Dave's slashed wrist? Zak's lost toes? Speaking of those. Has anybody found them?"

Dave - "Nobody wants to find Zak's lost toes."

I listened as Zak burst into laughter and so did I.

~Time Skip | 10:10pm~

Since we got bored we began playing Uno and drinking in celebration of at least somewhat winning against Clay. Even though we didn't kill or capture him, none of us died in the process. Half of us weren't even old enough to drink but still did anyways.

All of us groaned in annoyance with me throwing my cards everywhere. Vincent had won again, for the ninth time! He kept saying he could read minds and I began to believe this. 

Dave - "That's it, I'm giving up."

Vincent - "You can't beat a mind reader."

Dave - "Whatever. Also Darryl should stop drinking before he does something stupid."

Vincent - "Nah, let him continue and feel it tomorrow."

Dave - "Alright. How are you holding up Zak?"

Zak - "I'm good... Maybe?"

He seemed a bit tipsy but not drunk like DrunkBoyHalo over there. I glanced over at Darryl who was sitting at the coffee table struggling to sit up straight. I smiled.