"Matt! Yeah throw me the packing tape, man!" I yelled from the other room.
"You have the packing tape dumbass!" Matt yelled at me
"Ian, where the hell is the packing tape?" Mike asked
"What the fuck, did we lose the packing tape?" Ian said taking a sip of his beer. "Mmm, Josh for a dude who doesn't drink, you pick mighty fine beer!"
"Ian stop drinking and help us find the packing tape! Fuck Matt and I need to get all our shit packed up!"
Mike bounces up from behind the couch "HA! I found it! This rascal started to run away on us! It was making a b-line for the balcony man!"
Matt and I applaud him as Ian swings back the rest of his beer "Mike Ayley, Master tape finder!" Ian says holding up his empty can
"So dudes, where are you guys moving too again? Please say the studio is near it?!" Mike said "'Cause I'm getting sick of picking your sorry ass up everyday man."
"It's a ten minute walk from 604, man." Josh said sticking up his middle finger "I made sure this time."
"Kinda like you made sure your last apartment allowed smoking?" Ian said
"And how you made sure the place before that allowed animals?" Matt said
"Okay, I get it horrible luck with apartments, But I got this, promise. I won't fuck up TO badly this time." I said with a smirk
"Who found the apartment, anyways?" Asked Mike
"Well, according to -Hair, Carly found it." Matt said as I walked away
"FOR THE LAST GOD DAMN TIME, CARLY SAID IT WAS SILVER." I yelled from my old kitchen. Man I thought I'm going to miss this place..
"Woah. Calm down Mr. SILVER-hair!"
"I think someone's on his time of the month again…" Ian said
"Fuck off man and hand me the tape" I said
Ian paused for a second and looked around the box filled apartment "Mike!"
Matt threw his hands up in the air "Fuck this!"
I looked at Mike then back at Matt "We are never gonna get out of here man."
Why I was voted to drive I will never know. I can't drive a truck, let alone a U-Haul through down town Vancouver. "WHAT THE HELL JOSH?!" Matt was yelling from the passenger side of the U-Haul Truck
"I told you man! I can drive my car and that's it! Hell, I can barley drive that!" I said trying to focus on the road fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! What the hell? How am I going to park this thing?! This truck is bigger than my first apartment!
"JOSH, PULL OVER!" Matt almost flew through the windshield as I stopped on a side street. " . .Again." Matt said panting
"Should I call an ambulance..? You look like you're gonna pass out man!" I said looking at him nervously
"Nawh, Man I'm alright…Just give me a minute to breath" Matt said
"Do you need a coffee? Coke?" I asked looking kind of nervous
"I need a friend who won't fucking kill me when he drives!" Matt chuckles as he starts the U-haul back up. The noise makes me jump a bit. Matt started driving up the road "Hey, Josh, how far is the building?"
"Uhh…" I paused pulling out my phone, looking for a text from Carly "Ok, she said it's about three blocks from where we are….MATT LOOK OUT MAN!" I yelled at him as a black figure ran in front of the truck
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Matt yelled as he slammed the breaks
"HEY! I'm running here!" The figure said yelling at the U-haul
"Take your god damned head phones out so you can hear, asshole!" I screamed as the figure ran away.
"God, and we thought Korea was bad…" Matt said as he started driving again
"Matt, the building is right there." I said a few minutes later.
Matt whistled "Livin' large Ramsay!"
I laughed "Asswipe. It's just a building. Not a fucking yacht!" My phone buzzed as we parked.
J-dawg where you want us to drop this stuff off?
I looked at my phone and snickered and typed back with a smirk on my face
you really think you can just drive off like that casselman? You got to help get the shit up 2 the apartment
The phone buzzed again with five words appearing on the screen,
Well fuck you too ramsay