It's Hard To Believe That You're A Part Of Me...

"YOUR MOM!"

Thump, Thump. Thump, Thump.

I woke up to Justin's heartbeat, pounding against his chest, which I happened to have fall asleep on. Jesus Christ, hopefully I didn't do anything. I wouldn't have been still in the same pajamas as last night, if so. Ha, and you thought something actually happened.

His arms were holding me loosely around my back. I certainly don't remember that when I fell asleep, but I can't say I hate it. Then again, it was 3:20 or so when I actually did fall asleep, struggling to find something good enough to watch.

Justin stirred. I pretended I was still asleep, half because it was rather comfy lying there, half because I wanted to see what he'd do. He actually stayed still when he realized I was "asleep". Awww, that's nice of him. Someone-sleeping-on-you courtesy.

I finally decided to "wake up". I yawned, sort of stretching out. "Good morning." I said, my voice a little bit off.

"Good morning." he said. It took him a second, but he sort of realized where he was. "Oh, wow. Sorry." he let go of me, making me sort of sad, when I know I shouldn't be. We're only friends, we're only friends, we're only friends... It was like a mantra, like if I stopped saying it in my head, it wouldn't be true anymore.

I chuckled. "This probably looks a lot like something else."

"So we...."

"According to my memory, no. If we did, it'd look a lot more like something else." I explained. I'd think I'd know if I did Justin, but maybe that's just me. I got off of him, trying my best not to hurt him or anything. "I'm gonna make some breakfast. Scrambled eggs fine with you?"

"Sure." Justin said, pushing up his imaginary glasses. Enforced habit, I guess. He started counting his fingers, looking around the room in a bout of paranoia, but I just left him alone.

I searched Justin's refrigerator for some eggs, opening and discovering compartments I didn't know existed. After about ten or so minutes of this, there were actually some on the side compartment. Nice analyzing skills, Liz. Shut up, self conscience.

There was a lot of CD's Justin left on the counter, most of them blank with different names on it in messy handwriting. "Hey, Justin, do you have like a boombox or something?" I shouted from the kitchen where I heard a loud thump.

"Don't scare me like that. Ow, you injured my feelings. But I think there might be one..." he said, walking into the kitchen. "In the closet." Justin walked through the doorway and after all that noise, nearly murdered by the many falling objects that I heard hit the floor and Justin swearing his ass off, finally came back with a boombox.

"Jesus, you alright?" I said, getting a better look at him, still working on those goddamn eggs.

"I'm Justin. Just-in. Try not to mix us up."

I laughed. "I think I've got the name down, Boombox Generation." I said, poking him.

"Aghhhh! Why do you insist on hurting me today?" he said, poking me. And so the ultimate poke war began, which then escalated into a slap fight, and then somehow turned into Justin chasing me around the cluttered apartment. I still don't know how we got from point A to point B.

"THIS IS WAAAAARR!" he shouted as he picked me up from behind. Damn his carrying skills.

"IT'S NOT OVER YET!" I yelled back, as I tried to loosen his grip, but also trying my best not to die of laughter.

"OH YEAH?"

"YEAH!" Then I came up with the stupidest/best comeback ever. "HEY GUESS WHAT PIERRE?"

"WHAT?"

"YOUR MOM." That was it, man. Even though it didn't make sense, we were lying on the floor, laughing our asses off. "It doesn't even make sense...."

"But that's the funny part." Justin said, still laughing. We're so immature.

"It's amazing how comfy the kitchen floor is." I said after the laughter died over.

"It's amazing how many times I've been in this position." Justin replied, giving me a sly smile.

"Alright, Pierre. Get your ass off the floor so I can make you breakfast. Put some fucking clothes on." I said, standing up.

"These better be some goddamn good eggs for me to actually get up off the ground and put something on." Justin joked, and walked to his room.

And so began the rest of the morning, listening to Beastie Boys and 80's-90's songs until we fell asleep and did it all over again the next day.

Hooray for the madness, we are better by design. Let's hope we never have to, say goodbye, say goodbye.