you guys are awesome :)

[skoosiepants]

Thanks so much for all the well-wishing on my last post! Insurance is so confusing, and J's mom got her lawyer-boss involved and I don't really know what's going on, but the important thing is that I'm only sore AND that they said they can fix Percy!! That's the exciting part, I was so worried that I'd have to get a new car. WHEW.

A gift of Joe and references to Ryan's penis?

“I’m pretty sure I hate you all,” Joe says around a mouth full of nachos. Another Friday afternoon, another drunken taco fest with the gals. Already, the world is a little blurry. “I now know way too much about Ross’s dick and it’s your fault. All of you.”

The week had gone surprisingly fast, and Joe’s neighbor Naked Cop Bob – although Joe is seriously still suspicious about the cop part of that - has been surprisingly solicitous about his late night comings and goings. He hasn’t woken Joe up at all, and Joe had gotten to sleep until his alarm four out of the five days; Hemmy’d eaten something truly foul he’d found in the yard on Wednesday and spent most of the small hours of the morning hacking up dead things all over Joe’s bedroom floor.

Ashlee giggle-snorts into her hands, eyes dancing.

Brendon is waving his hands around. He says, “I know, I know,” and nods firmly at Joe, because they are of like minds, Joe thinks. There’s just some shit that they should never have to know about.

Greta pokes Joe in the side – Joe should’ve thought twice about taking up the seat next to her – and says, “Speaking of dicks,” – the word seems extra wrong coming from Greta, and Joe feels a little spike of nausea tickle low in his throat – “Jon says you saw your druggie neighbor naked.”

Joe groans. Fucking Jon and his fucking – perfect – weed. “He was just—there,” Joe says. There and awesome. With an impressive—ass. And, like, thighs. Right.

Joe definitely hasn’t been peeking out his kitchen window every morning that week, hoping for another look. Joe is not a pervert. Mostly.

“I’m not a pervert,” Joe says.

Ballato laughs. “Oh yeah, right, now that’s the god’s honest truth.”

Joe needs more beer. He steals Brendon’s glass, and Brendon just pouts at him, because Brendon is too good-natured to actually hurt Joe for stealing his beer, unlike Greta or Ballato, who would likely take off Joe’s hand, and possibly his dick – and, seriously, what the fuck.

“I hate you,” Joe says. He feels like this needs to be known. They have to motherfucking believe him about this, and then maybe stop dragging him to Lupe’s every week.

“Oh wait, wait,” Ashlee says. She presses the tip of her finger into the table, sliding it along until it bumps up against the giant plate of nachos. “Wait, have you seen whatshisname, the guy—the new guy. The new guy, guys.”

Brendon says, “His eyes want to eat me.”

“They do,” Ashlee nods. “They totally do, hon.”

Comments

[nunshavingfun.livejournal.com]

oooh is it going to be brendon/spencer too? you sneak!

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

I know! I always shoe-horn those dudes in there somewhere :)

[nunshavingfun.livejournal.com]

Good call!