Weather is warming up. Yay!
Benny-boy runs out of the door, stepping all over his grossness and tracking it through the living room. He didn't even pretend that he was going to clean it up. Rossy chases after him, but he is a whole lot slower than Benny-boy because he's trying not step on his puke.
"Hey, you fucking asshole!" Rossy yells, waving a fist. "Don't you dare leave this on my floor!"
He catches Benny-boy at the door, fisting his hand in his shirt. Benny-boy tries to fight him off, but he's swung around before being knocked to the ground by Rossy's fist. I hide my eyes in Emma's womanly slopes then, even if they are still bare. I don't like fighting.
Emma's hand pets my hair and it makes me feel better. "Come on, Ross! Leave the kid alone!"
"Em!" Ross yells back. "Look at what he did!"
"Fuck him! I'll clean it up."
"I'll help too!" I offer to help since I was the one who invited Benny-boy over.
"Ugh!" There's some shuffling and some muffled yells and then finally, "Get the fuck out of here, you sick bastard!"
"I'm the sick bastard? You and your slutty sister are fucking freaks! The rumors are fucking true! Call me when you want some real friends, Bella!"
And then Benny-boy is gone.