Falling Further into You
My Homie
Max
"IGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGY!" I yell.
"For Christ's sake, Max, what?" Iggy exasperatedly answers. I have been screeching in is year for the past five minutes while he is playing Black Ops or Call of Duty. I don't know which one.
"Swag, Iggy, swag is what you must strive for in your meager lifestyle. It is the glorified god we must worship. Swag is what everybody could use. Many people think swag is for weirdoes and assholes. I disagree; I believe swag makes the world go round, so come friends, join me in a final ode to swag. 1…2…3… SWAG!" I preach into Iggy's ear. He raises an eyebrow and grins.
"Did you just preach about swag?"
"Yes, I most certainly did. What to go to Starbucks then to a movie?" It is our last day of summer and I do not want to go to the hell that is my school. Why would I inflict upon myself that torture?
"Sure, why not? But you still owe me a drink." He warns. A couple days ago, I bet Iggy that he would not pee on our math teacher's azaleas. I'm not going to go into detail, but he did it, without being caught. I do believe that Piggy, my new nickname for him, deserves around of claps. We hop in his old jeep and drive to the nearest Starbucks. We laugh and sing horribly on the way there, telling lame jokes and being ourselves.
"Wanna hear a pizza joke? Nah, it's to cheesy!" Iggy's joke.
"What did the buffalo say to his son when he left for college? Bi-son! Like bison? Get it?" He laughs and opens the door. My heart drops to my toes and by blood feels like it went through a sub-zero freezer.
Fang, there with his "girlfriend", or in my eyes, "slut", sharing a frappachino at Ig's table and mine. That * insert earplugs * … * take out earplugs *. Ig has helped me cut down on the swearing for fear of corrupting little children. I don't think it fuc-freaking matters. I look at Ig. He is looking at me.
" We can go if you want," He murmurs, "we could go to Beans Coffee House, if you'd like."
"Nah, it's good. Just ignore them and don't pay them ANY attention."
He shrugs but walks up to the barista.
"I'd like a venti passion tea lemonade." I order.
"Make that two, and I'll pay Maxine." Iggy corrects. I scoff, but insist on paying since I owe him. We pay and sit at a table in the corner, the furthest away from Fang and Slut. I hear our orders being called and run up there to grab our drinks and straws.
"Max, haven't seen you around." Says the devil himself, Fag, oops I mean Fang.
I turn around and glare.
"What in the hell do you want? Here to break my heart again, or are you just gonna try to 'patch things up'?" I spit at him. He takes a step flabbergasted. His eyes show hurt for just a second before hardening.
"Actually I wanted to know about your mom and the kids…" he trails off.
"To fucking bad, I'm here with my boyfriend and I don't want to be associated with you so leave."
He looks around looking for a potential boyfriend for me in the room. His eyes land on Iggy and he looks hurt.
"Iggy?" he whispers "Your dating my best friend?"
"No, I'm dating my best friend. Think Fang, have you been talking to Iggy, have you been hanging out with him? No, he's not your friend and neither am I." And with that, I turn around and go back to Iggy.
"Shitshitshitshitshitshit." I repeat as I sit back down by Piggy.
"What's going on, Maxipad?" I glare, he smiles. That fucker. I repeat my conversation with Satan and to my great surprise, Ig says:
"So, am I a good boyfriend?" all while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
That boy, dear Lord, will be the death of me.
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