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Ren: You son of a bitch!
Mama J: I hope you can never get it up again
Ren: It’s bad enough that you fucked my best friend and left money like she is a street worker! But then to insult her by acting like you don’t even know her or remember her.
Mama J: I’m calling Stevie’s grandma. We are feeding your ass to the fucking pigs
Ren: In what universe do you think it’s okay to CONSISTENTLY act like you have selective amnesia? Are you brain dead or just THAT much of an asshole?
Mama J: *middle finger emoji* You ruined her night! Finally, she has something good happening and YOU have to waltz in and ruin it!
I sit on my bed, guilt filling me up. I didn’t mean to ruin her night. Wait…
Me: SHE is the one that embarrassed me!
Ren: Because YOU ARE A DICK.
Mama J: OH MY GODDDDD You are embarrassed? PUH-LEASE! Try being her! We all knew she had a one-night stand with you! This is YOUR fault.
Me: Ok! I am sorry!
Ren: Apologize to HER!
Mama J: If you can remember who she is…
Ren: Her name is Sunday
Mama J: You know, silver hair, killer bod… WAY out of your league.
I throw my phone onto the mattress before heaving myself off the bed and getting dressed for the night–just a pair of black sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. Once decent, I walk out of my room and back to the living room to see Indy wiping the cheese dust off her foot with a wipe again.
“What happened to the vegan shit?” I ask as I sit on the couch seat opposite her.
“It’s not ‘vegan shit’,” she scoffs while placing the empty bowl on the coffee table. It amazes me that this tiny little waif of a human can out eat any grown man I know. “And besides, I am still vegan.”
I give her a blank stare as I look from the empty bowl back to her bright blue eyes. “Indy, there’s cheese on the puff. It’s in the name.”
Her black brows furrow together and her mouth twists up in confusion as she gets off the couch and heads to the kitchen. I hear the crackling of a snack bag as she walks out.
“What the fuck!” She gasps while reading the back of the bag. “Milk ingredients? Everything in here is a chemical, but they had to put milk in it? I feel so betrayed.” She sighs dramatically and throws the bag at me before sitting back on the couch, this time closer to me.
Staring at the blue rubber bracelet on her wrist, I can feel my anxiety begin to creep in.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, trying to keep the concern out of my voice.
“Mom called,” she says, ignoring my question. Fair enough, we both know that there isn’t anything else that can be done right now.
“How is she?” I ask, opening the bag of puffs and grabbing one. With my fingers. Like a normal person.
“Concerned about her sweet, perfect son.” Indy makes a gagging noise and I chuckle.
“You’re just mad because I’m mom’s favorite.”
She rolls her eyes. “You can have the favoritism bro because mom is all upset that you are going to come alone to her wedding. Or worse,” Indy puts a hand to her face and in a mock whisper says, “You’ll bring alady of the night.”
“She didn’t.” I groan and roll my head back as Indy laughs.
“Oh, you know she did. Maybe see if one of the women that hangs around the shop will go with you.”
