A/N: Hey guys!! Sorry for the long wait! =/ And for the length! But I'm posting three chapters tonight; so hopefully it makes up for it. As I said on my Britain Meets Brooklyn note, I had this urge to post; so here it is! It's probably not up to par, but I'm hoping to edit it later . . . hopefully you guys still like it though! Enjoy! =) Reviews are Love! =)
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"And you believe him?" Kevin questioned, his eyebrow risen as he tacked up a paper.
"Well, no," I muttered, handing him another pin. "But he said he wouldn't lie."
"So you're saying that a gash-."
"It's not a gash, Kev," I sighed but he gave me a doubtful look.
"It's about yea big, you said," he asked, holding his hands about six inches apart. I nodded and he rolled his eyes. "That's considered a gash, Tones. The only way he could have gotten something like that is by bumping into a knife."
"He could have been in a car crash," I offered but his doubtful look returned.
"And only get away with that," he scoffed. "In your dreams."
"Go to hell," I shoved him weakly but he shook his head.
"Believe what you want to, Tones. He could be telling the truth."
"But he could not be, too," I nodded, feeling Kevin pat my shoulder.
"You know, I'm starting to feel bad for girls," he mused, causing me to laugh. "Guys are complete idiots."
"You filling my boyfriend's head, Justin," a teasing voice inquired and we turned to find Shawn and Jack smirking up the aisle.
"Course not, Conlon," he grinned, ruffling my hair but I ducked away, my eyes narrowing slightly. "He's just been having a rough day, is all."
"Shut up, Kev," I mumbled, avoiding Shawn's questioning stare.
"What happened?" he asked slowly, despite my attempt to not talk about it.
"Guess what I got!" Mike screamed, bursting through the doors into the audience. He looked slightly demonic, not gonna lie.
"What?" Kev and I chorused slowly but his maniacal grin only widened.
"Sweeney Todd!"
"Seriously!!" I questioned, excitedly as Kevin groaned, smashing his head against the board in front of him.
"Why," he cried out loudly but we merely laughed as Shawn sent me a confused look.
"What?"
"We removed his penis freshman year," Mike cackled and I felt my own eyes widen.
"I wouldn't go that far, but we did scare him pretty badly," I said, hearing Kevin's head hitting the board more.
"Do I want to know?" Shawn questioned slowly but I merely shrugged, yanking Kevin's shoulders in attempt to make him stop.
"All the blood," he muttered but I felt my lips tug upward as an arm wrapped around my waist.
"We should watch it!" Mike gushed, practically bouncing.
"No," Kev shouted, whipping around to point a stern finger at our friend. "Abso-freaking-lutely not."
"Why not!" Mike whined as I leant back into Shawn, yawning slightly.
"You alright?" he questioned quietly and I nodded, smiling when Kevin told Mike to go to hell.
"You know perfectly well why not," Kevin growled, his eyes narrow. Mike visibly gulped but he inhaled nonetheless.
"But I can bring Ernesto."
"What?" I laughed, tilting my head as Mike's cheeks flushed. "How d'you meet new people so quickly."
"He just transferred today; he's in my English class," he explained but looked back to Kevin who shook his head violently.
"Wait, him? Damn, Meyers," Shawn chuckled, shaking his head and I twisted mine to look at him.
"I know," Mike grinned. "Fine, Kev, don't come. Tony will you and-."
"Yeah," I nodded, knowing my friend all too well. "He needs to see it anyway. As long as no bodily fluids hit the carpet or couch, it'll be fine."
"Thanks, Tones!" Mike yelled, running off stage left, probably to go tell his new 'friend'. Chuckling, I looked back at Shawn once more but saw his quizzical, risen eyebrow.
"He's my best friend," I shrugged. "I've known him since elementary school. That and he's been moaning about his sex life for god knows how long."
