Page 84 of Friendzone Hockey

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“I will pull this car over.”

“Don’t you mean house? Seriously, Stace, this is a fucking house on wheels. Unless this is like Sutter’s apocalypse vehicle, it either says ‘I’m a huge dick’, or ‘I’m compensating’.”

“You know it’s neither for me,” he says with all the fucking smugness.

Great. Now I’m thinking about his dick. I’ve seen it many times. Many, many, many—you get the picture—manytimes. It’s thick, long, large … I almost rode it that one time.

That shower.

The shower that lives rent-free in my head. But it’s also locked away in an apartment in my head that I never open the door to.

Yeah, okay. No more thinking about Stacey’s dick. Thankfully, I have the new chat to take my mind off things.

Me

Hey fuckers.

Casey

Brat chat! All right.

Jack

Finally. I was hoping someone was gonna do this, but no way was I starting it.

Dirk

I’m not sure I identify as brat, but I guess someone has to keep the four of you from dying.

Logan

Is this okay? I think I’d better ask Rhett if this is okay.

Me

No!

Casey

Fuck no!

Jack

Are you crazy?

Dirk

Logan

Gotcha! I don’t think I fully identify as brat either, but I’m not that stupid.

Casey

That was a pretty brat thing to do. Just sayin’.

Me

Stace and I are on the way to Newlands. He’s suspicious of my phone activities.

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