Chapter Seven: The Short Life of the Hungry Fly
SONG: "Come back to bed" John Mayer: A man pisses off his lover.
New POV.
There is a saying "If only I could be a fly on the wall..." Well, it just happens that that later that night, there was a fly on Ron and Tristan's bedroom wall. This is his story:
I could smell cheese puffs. The air was thick with it, but the problem was the whole house pretty much smelled of them. I thought no one was in the house until I got to the bed room. And yes, even this room smelt of the cheesy delights. There were two people in the bed. A strong looking red head, and a cute brunette. She was sleeping and Red looked a little restless.
I landed on the red dress on the floor. It smelt so freaking' cheesy! But alas, no puffs. Ginger reached over and shook the girl lightly by the shoulder. I landed on her finger. It smelled like cheese. I was really jonesing for a cheese puff by this time!
"About Lori..." said Red. Haha! That rhymed!
"Yeah???" He was treading on thin ice, I could tell by her tone. PUFFS! WHERE ARE YOU!?!?!
"Do you think she'd ever come to sleepover sometime?" he said with a little chuckle. I'm not sure what they were talking about, but she was pissed! If she was at all groggy when they started this conversation, she didn't show it now. She sat up and----
Unfortunately, when Tristan sat up, she killed the poor little fly without realizing it. But just so you don't shit your pants with anticipation, I'll be kind enough to tell you that she went into the living room to sleep on the couch for the rest of the night. And any attempts "Red" made to make amends, were promptly ignored.