Theatre Kids (Scömìche AU)

Thirteen

"I'm back! And we need to leave," Dylan said as he walked into the living room.

"Yes we do," Scott rolled his eyes.

"We do?" Mitch asked.

"Yeah. We're late, it's seven thirty. We were supposed to be there at seven. Get your shoes on."

"Okay. Bye guys," Mitch waved to the group.

"Bye. Have fun with your family night," the group waved back.

"Ready?" Scott asked.

"Yep!" the smaller boy chirped.

"Okay then. Let's go." They walked out of the door and got into Scott's car. "Dyl, did you ever get that medicine?"

"Yeah after waiting for an hour and a half," Dylan rolled his eyes.

"I feel way better," Mitch smiled.

"You're joking, right?"

"No...I'm not cold...I think the fever's gone."

"I hate life, right now."

"I may be wrong, though."

"Let's hope you're still sick as fuck."

"Check."

"I'll check later."

"Okay."

"Babe, do you need anything from your house?" Scott asked.

"Don't think so..." Mitch bit his lip.

"Don't bite your lip. It turns me on."

"Sorry, love. It's what I do when I'm thinking."

"Don't do it around me unless you want your ass destroyed."

"What the fuck?" Dylan mumbled from the backseat.

"That doesn't sound all that terrible."

"I'm so done." Dylan shook his head.

"That could be arranged." Scott smiled at Mitch.

"Just give me a time and a place."

"Don't say it out loud!" Dylan yelled.

"Whenever I get the chance and wherever I get the chance." Scott replied.

"Sounds good, babe."

"Sounds horrible to me." Dylan muttered. "Hey, Scooter?"

"Sup'?" Scott looked through the rear view mirror at Dylan.

"Pick up my girlfriend?"

"Sure, I'll pick up your girlfriend of the week." Mitch laughed.

"Are you serious?" He asked.

"Very." Dylan answers. "Scott, you have to back me up. I'm trying to get some. You know the rule."

"Fuck bitches, get money." Scott smiled. "The only rule and the best rule."

"Excuse me?" Mitch crossed his arms.

"We really need to come up with more rules. Maybe when school starts." Scott added.

"Damn right you idiots do," Mitch said flatly.

"Not get rid of rules, Mitch. Add some. Don't be ridiculous, why would we get rid of the greatest rule of all time? That would be dumb. Anyway, Dylan, do you have any rules you want to add to the Scylan rule book?"

"I don't know. Maybe after we get the money, we could use it to buy a bitch factory. Do you know why?" Dylan asked.

"Because fuck more bitches and get more money. I feel you, I really do." Scott nodded.