It's Pronounced Mrotek, Baby

What the hell?

Girlfriend?

Girlfriend!

What in Paco's fucking name am I supposed to say to that!?

Andy knew people. Lots of people. Pretty people. Pretty peppy people. Pretty peppy people with pretty peppy parents and perfect lives.

So why was he asking the crack head?

He had that look on his face.

The look that I could feel on my face when I challenged him for my Capris Sun. It was light, but his eyes were tight and serious. He was waiting.

"Why?" I whispered, holding my drink between my hands.

"I like ya, duh." He said. So simply.

"Sure." I said finally, a grin spreading across my face despite my resistance.

"Yeaya, Boi!" He screamed and dove towards me, hugging me. My hands clenched around my drink, and half the contents squirted out.

Fucker.

He smiled at me, like he read my thoughts. I probably said it out loud.
Great.

Before I could react, Andy pulled away from me, kissed my lips, then stole my Capri Sun back.

Hell no.

He drained the contents, grinning. I stood up and turned towards what I knew was the kitchen. There had to be another Capri Sun somewhere.