Bang and Burn ~ Dreamnotfound + Skephalo

Chapter 32

Dylan sat in silence as he watched Clay and George argue from the couch. They had been at each other ever since George moved in last night. At first, he hated having to listen to their constant bickering. But now, he'd found that putting on youtube royalty free music through his headphones was actually entertaining. Listening to loud, bubbly music while watching the two's body language and mouths moving was oddly satisfying. He continued shoveling spoonfuls of cereal into his mouth as he just watched. He then saw Clay turn to him and say something. He popped one of his earbuds out and innocently asked, "Pardon?"

"I said, are you having fun watching us fight?"

Dylan nodded as he ate another spoonful of his cereal. "Yes, this is very entertaining. If you are ever in need of a good song, I highly suggest, 'Happy and Upbeat Ukulele Royalty Free Background Music'. It's making me feel vibes I didn't know I could feel." He then put his bowl down in his lap and held his hand up like the meme of that guy gesturing up to a butterfly.

"Is this happiness?"

Clay stared at Dylan blankly for a moment, then calmly stated, "That's it. I'm killing a child. I'm going to fucking kill you."

Dylan stretched out on the couch, covering most of it with his body. "And stain your perfect brown leather couches? Doubt it."

"Can you please answer my question now?" George asked, crossing his arms. "Why the hell am I not allowed to go upstairs?"

"Because that's the west wing," Dylan answered before Clay had the chance to. "This dude is hiding a magic glowing rose that is slowly wilting away. Without true love's kiss, he will remain a beast forever. And oh, by the way, that fork in your hand? It has feelings, you know."

George didn't take his eyes off of Dylan as he slowly reached down to place the fork on the dining table beside him. He then looked back at Clay, pretending Dylan didn't just compare this situation to "Beauty and the Beast". "So, anyway. Seriously, why can't I go upstairs?"

"Because I haven't cleaned up there yet. It's not ready for guests at the moment."

George shook his head. "I knew you were an idiot, but I would've never taken you for a liar."

"I can confirm that he is both an idiot and telling the truth," Dylan said as he stood up from the couch. He wandered past them and into the kitchen to rinse his bowl. "I don't know if you've seen this place, but Clay takes pride in keeping everything looking nice. I'm not even allowed upstairs sometimes."

Dylan had a point. The "house" was more like a slightly smaller mansion. The place had two floors, a large basement, and an attic that Dylan had claimed back when he moved in with Clay. The first floor had your usual rooms like the living room, kitchen, dining area, things like that. But upstairs, there was apparently a mini-bar, game room, and multiple bedrooms, one of which Clay promised George that he could stay in. But, as soon as George stepped inside for the first time the night prior, Clay panicked and forbade George from going upstairs until he had the place cleaned up. George thought he was lying, but he saw now that Clay was just a clean freak.

"So, is that all you guys were fighting about?" Dylan asked.

"Yep," Clay responded.

Dylan stopped washing his bowl to narrow his eyes at them. "You guys were seriously fighting all morning because George couldn't go upstairs?"

"Well, when you put it that way, it sounds stupid," George admitted.

"Because it is stupid!" Dylan groaned as he placed his bowl on the drying rack. "You two need a night out I swear."

Both Clay and George froze, neither one knowing what to say. Clay cleared his throat. "Right. Okay. I think I'm going to finish cleaning up for George." Without another word, Clay left the dining area and headed up the stairs quickly.