Full Throttle and M&Ms Do Not Mix

Meanwhile, Kristyne sat on her couch, twiddling her thumbs. She was very bored. She decided she’d call Joe.

Joe flipped out, his phone ringing.

“Whoa! Shit!”

“Jeez Joe, calm down,” Patrick said to him.

“I was in the middle of a power streak!” exclaimed Joe. He looked at the caller ID. It was, of course, Kris.

“Oh, hey, someone take over or wait a little while, it’s Kristyne. She’s not the biggest talker, but…”

“Ooh! Is someone blushing, Joe?!” They all ‘Ooh’ ed in unison.

“Ha, ha, very funny,” Joe said sarcastically.

“Hey! What’s up?”

“Nothing, I’m just uber bored,” answered Kristyne. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, well were playing Guitar Hero.”

“Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt!”

“No, no, it’s fine. I mean you’re my girlfriend, I’m going to have to get used to it. “

“Ha, ha. Well I’m glad you’re willing to give it up, but you won’t need to.”

Joe smiled.

“Well I guess I’ll go fix dinner then, do you want to play your game?”

“Um… no I’d say that Brendon would kill me if I did.”

Joe and Kris laughed. Joe was far enough away that no one could hear.

“Ouch!”

“What’s wrong?!”

“Oh, oh, nothing, I cut open my finger. I’m fine.”

“Oh, man. Are you sure you’re OK Kris?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s only a little blood.”

“Are you going to drink it?” he said in what sounded a warm, but warning tone.

“Ah, you know me too well already.”

“Ha ha, well yea- Oh! Brendon! Dude nice!”