The Sleepover
Sorry for the wait! But here it is, the next Ace Short. It's set when Phoenix, Miles and Larry are in fourth grade, shortly after they become friends. A little bit of implied yaoi towards the end, but more humorous and less "serious". Enjoy~
"This is your house?" I asked as I entered. For a boy who had only a week ago stolen my lunch money, his family didn't look to be in bad financial circumstances at all.
"Yup!" He grinned widly, taking my surprised face in a positive way despite the fact I hadn't complimented his house in the least. He had a very positive outlook on everything, it seemed - which made him a very annoying person to be around.
My slightly more normal friend, Phoenix Wright, was also standing next to me and looking as surprised as I was, if not more. This was the home of Larry Butz (or was it Harry Butz?), the class trouble-maker. It wasn't expected that he'd have something this nice.
He'd have to get used to lower quality housing, however, as he wasn't exactly the brightest - there's no way he would get a job later in life that would afford him a nice place like this.
"Let's take your stuff upstairs! You guys are gonna love my room, it's so cool!" His face lit up, and he rushed up the flight of stairs as fast as a mouse fleeing from a cat. I looked at Phoenix, who just shrugged, and followed behind.
There was no denying it - his room was pretty cool. If he toned down on the orange, it would've even been to my standards.
But this was Larry Butz - he wore orange wherever he went. It wasn't likely he would change the colour of his room to something less eye-aching, even if it meant he'd not have to strain the eyes of everyone entering if he did so.
Then again, he was so dumb he probably didn't notice it.
11:30PM.
I knew because I had just checked my watch. Larry had just started going on about one of the girls in our class - I wasn't paying enough attention to pick up on who it was. It appeared he was going through each girl, hoping one of them would like him. Within the past week that I'd been "friends" with him, this was the fourth girl he'd had a crush on.
"Hey, Edgey, are you listening?" Larry asked me suddenly, not looking especially annoyed but kind of dewy in the eyes - in a sad, pitiful way.
"Stop calling me that..." I muttered in a stern voice. His face instantly swung back to his obnoxious smile.
"Aww, you're just saying that because you don't have a nickname for me. No worries, you can call me Butzy! Alright now, Edgey?"
"Pack it in, would you?" I glared, but he didn't even take it seriously.
"Hey, Nicky, you don't mind my nicknames, do you?" He turned to Phoenix, his dewy eyes back in place again.
"Uh, I never really gave you permission to call me "Nicky" either." He scratched the back of his neck nervously, a sweat drop on his forehead.
Larry fell back on his bed, sulking. He had a tendency to do that.
We were sitting up in Larry's room, each talking quietly on our own separate beds. I imagined from this point that the conversation wasn't going much further, so I snuggled down into the quilt of my bed and fell asleep. Larry was the first to go, though - only a minute after he'd started sulking I could hear his distinguishable snores.
He's so irritating.
1:12AM.
I awoke to the same snoring I only barely managed to fall asleep to. Only so much different. No, not different. Just... louder? I opened my eyes, grasping quickly what kind of situation I might be in.
And sure enough, Larry Butz was lying next to me.
I let out a squeal, instantly waking him up. "Ugh?" He opened his eyes, and looked up at me, then grinned. "Oh, hey Edgey!"
"What are you doing?" I whisper-shouted at him. What kind of reason would anyone have to jump into bed with his friend?
"I had a nightmare. It was so scary! Basically-"
I hushed him. I didn't really care about his "nightmare".
"Get back in your own bed!" I told him, kicking him out the end. He fell to the floor, groaning.
"Owww... That hurt, Edgey!" He slowly got up, a pout on his face. "Guess I'll go sleep with Nicky, then."