Ch. 4: July Fourth
The Fourth of July rolled around sooner than Jess had expected, and before he knew it, Chris had stockpiled enough fireworks to keep the sky above the White House lit up for an entire twenty-four hours.
Jess picked up a Flying Betsy and shook his head. "What do you need all this for?"
"The fireworks out in the back yard tonight," Chris replied.
"You're gonna set the entire city on fire," Jess said. "And I'm gonna get blamed."
Chris snickered.
Jess shook his head. "Besides…I don't see the point in celebrating. It's not like we're some great nation anymore. We're practically terrorists."
"We are not," Matt argued walking up the stairs from the shop to their apartment.
"We are," Jess nodded. "Look at-"
"No," Chris snapped. "No more politics talk. The last time that happened you drove six people out of the store."
Jess wandered over to the fridge and sighed as he opened it. Then he stopped. "Who put the moldy pizza from the trash back in here?"
"It's not moldy!" Matt cried. "The fuzz is just…decorative!"
Chris rolled his eyes. "Come on, guys, the sun is going down. It's just about show time!"
"I can see it now," Jess muttered. "Philly in flames…"
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"That one almost hit a tree!"
"Did not," Chris said. "It just…waved hello at the tree."
Matt's eyes widened. "Waved hello! It tried to molest the tree with it's…fire worki-ness!"
Jess shook his head and sipped his soda from their small back porch as he watched Chris set fire to another batch of fireworks and running for his life. They went off and exploded in the sky.