Friday afternoon at the arcade. Brightsy, noisy, hungry. The sound of video games danced around me. I was home.

I adjusted by blue cap and peered my surrounding. Nachos? Check. Gamers? Check. Crying children and mustard drown corn-dogs? Awe Yeaa. Check.

"Yo, Miley!" Brent howled from Double O Five down the carpet.

"Aye!" I ran over and smashed him. My elbows had become the perfect substitute for my boobs. Shit starts to hurt after 13.

In fact, a lot of things started to hurt since high school. Not just my tits, but my jeans, and that ugly baby carryin', kidney-lookin' shit under my belly. Even—and let's keep this between us—the fact Amber and Ashley didn't wanna sit with me in Physics. They were my best friends. How could MAC and OPI change so much? They were bitches. Yes, that was it. They were bitches. They didn't deserve my friendship. Thank God for the guys.

"Yo! You want it or what?" Brent snapped my back to reality, holding a corn dog to my naked face.

I crossed my eyes to see at my nose. "Oh," I said. "Yeah, sure." I took the wood stick in my hand and took up on my toes, ripping huge a piece of the food off with teeth in the process.

"Yee-aah. That's my Miley." Brent kudo-ed, slapping my back. "Yeah. Eat that dog. Chomp it, Stewart." I started eating, enjoying his porn-talk. "Destroy it, bitch!"

I laughed, mouth wide open, pig meat falling from my lips. "Okay, okay." Oh-hay, Ho-hay.

Brent retracted and pulled out his phone. I stared.

Brent wasn't my boyfriend, but people surely thought so the way we hung out all the time. I just liked him and he just liked me. But not in the Tee-he-he, I secretly like you-like you way, but the You're-Like-Family way. Besides, Brent wasn't boyfriend material. Too short, too big , too dangerous, and not the brightest bulb in the box. He once beat a kid for asking Sadie Erts for a pencil. He ended up transferring and the only time I got to hang with him was after school.

"What's up?" I asked my friend, who was frowning at his phone screen.

"He should be here any minute." groaned Brent.

"Who?"

"My cousin."

"Oh,"

"Yeah," he said. "He's gonna be staying with me for a week."

"You like him?"

"Yeah, man, he's awesome."

I disregarded the 'man'. "Cool," I said ripping another bite and 'destroying'. "I'm gonna go get some mustard." Imma coh het hum ma-heard.

"'Kay."

I made my way to the counter and decided another corn dog could do me some good. Maybe I'd share with this cousin of Brent's. Wait. What if dude didn't like mustard?...Ah, screw it. Who doesn't anyway? Fucking pussy if he doesn't bite this shit with his molers first. He's Louis blood. "One corn dog, please."

"Yo, he's here." Brent remarked when I returned, the food already half-eaten. I should stop. He'd be hungry. I shot my arm out toward the coming dude to keep myself from finishing the sloppy thing. The really, really sloppy thing. I wiped my mouth on the back of my cuff. Manners first.

"Hey," he said.

Sweet. Baby. Jesus. The-the guy was an Adonis. Perfect tan skin, perfect dark but light eyes, perfect hair, perfect lips, perfect nose, perfect head, perfect...damn, what else is there?...Eyelashes. ?. Body? Oh yes, definitely body.

"Nick,"

Damn. Was I supposed to get this cornmealed dick out of his face? Speak! Wait! No! My mouth is full. Swallow? Too much; not an option. Uhhh...uhh...Uhhhhhhh...

Nick looked disturbed and was moving his finger at my mouth. "Your-Your mouth is open."

"Huuh," I gasped and clasped it shut, swallowing a fraction of my body weight in one go. My throat burned . "Miley," I croaked. I went into a coughing fit and Brent reintroduced me.

"...she's a loser." was all I heard out of it. And he was done. I'm sure my name was said.

"A loser with a cute name." Nick stated and I immediately blushed at the sound.

I sniffed and stood up straight, looked around to see no paramedics waiting to embarrass me on the six o'clock news. "Your name's cute too," I blurted. Shit. "Brent."

Brent frowned hard. "...Um...thanks, Mi."

I cleared my throat to stop the awkwardness. "Well...um...I'm gonna go."

"You just got here."

"Yeah, yeah, I just remembered...uh, cal...cu...lus. Homework." I stammered. Fucktard.

"You don't do calculus homework."

Pointing at Brent but subconsciously looking at Nick I went, "Well I do now." and left.

...Nick. ...Nick. ...Nick. ...Nick. ...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...Nick...

You see where this is going.

All. Night. Long.

A/N: Hey y'all. Welcome to the new short story I'm writing. Not so great with comedy tbqh, so Review if you want.