You shifted uncomfortably in your itchy black pants. You hated them, absolutely LOATHED them, but they were the only black bottom you owned. Dave and his Bro had forced you to wear them (they held you down and tickled you), as apparently everyone had to go in to mourning for Lil' Cal.
That creepy puppet. You were glad he was dead.
The three people in the apartment were gathered around the stuffed limb. Dave and Bro were being unnaturally silent and motionless, and you felt reeeeaally awkward. Shifting your weight from leg to leg again, you bit your lip.
You opened your mouth to say something, and a finger pressed against your lips. You stared down at it for a moment before pawing it off your mouth. "What was that for!?" You hissed quietly.
"[Name]. We're paying respect to Lil' Cal."
"I can see that, but I'm bored to the freaking moon and back!"
Bro huffed and turned back to the puppet's appendage. The stuffing was oozing out.
And while all of this was happening, Dave was staying still and silent.
It creeps you out how obsessed these people are with inanimate objects.
You decided after several seconds you would try to sneak away and home that Dave's Bro wouldn't karate chop you to death.
Shifting your feet carefully, you made sure your socks gliding over the carpet made no sound. Bit by bit, you inched away from the circle.
Although you proceeded to swiftly be tripped my Bro, and squeaked in surprise as you fell. You managed to catch yourself at the last second but dang it hurt your hands.
You got up and brushed yourself off. "What's the deal?!" You snapped, quite agitated.
Dave FINALLY said something. "Yeah, Bro, that was uncool." It was quieter the normal though, but you didn't have time to wonder why.
Huffing, you tuned around. "Just don't forget this is MY apartment." You walked toward the door and opened it, letting the lights from outside rooms fill the room Dave and his Bro were in. They just stood there.
Stalking over to a sofa, you sat on it and curled your legs in to your chest. You wrapped your arms around them and rested your cheek on them. You stayed like that for at least a minute before the sofa shifted as Dave sat down next to you.
"[Name]?" He whispered. "I'm sorry about Bro. He's just... Pretty torn up about the puppet thing."
You chuckled, a forced, flat laugh. "It's ok. I just hope rebuilding your apartment doesn't take too long." It was a thickly veiled insult.
"..." Dave looked at you for a moment, then got up and went back in to the room he was staying in.
As the sofa shifted again, you felt kind of lonely. Your apartment was full of people but you felt more detached then you'd ever been. Ever.
A/N - so things changed a bit for Reader-Chan! I still don't quite know how I'm going to resolve this conflict, but it's about 4 a.m. in the story and she hasn't gone to sleep. So...
