Eat a Bag Of Dicks! (Joshler) [✓]

3) the third bag

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trever's phone dies after thirty minutes of filming.

the boys, thinking they didn't need to worry, went to sleep after ten minutes of watching a lifeless, and dickless mail slot.

"trever!" josh accuses,

"how did you expect forty percent of battery was going to last several hours?"

trever rolls his eyes,

"how was i supposed to know my phone was at forty percent?" he whines.

josh scowls,

"you look?" he answers, glaring slightly.

trever groans,

"whatever, man, we can try again next week, right?"

josh shakes his head, eyes solid with indistinct emotion,

"i'm not taking any chances," he looks up to meet trever's eyes,

"we're gonna pull an all-nighter,"

with a face so serious, josh awaits trever's response.

"slumber party!" he suddenly squeals, running to the front door,

"i've got to go pack!" he declares in a high, squeaky voice.

"you have a week to pack, trever,"

"shut up, let me go pack!"

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FRIDAY, JULY SEVENTH, 21:56

"trever?"

"yes, josh?"

"what the fuck is that?"

"what the fuck is what, josh?"

"that," josh says incredulously, pointing to the large, veiny, red silicone toy that was peeking out of an extra large spencer's bag, right next to trever's four overflowing, unnecessary suitcases.

"oh, that, josh? you want to know what that is, josh?"

"stop saying my name like that,"

"like what, josh?"

"like that,"

"like what, josh?"

"you know what," josh suddenly announces loudly,

"how about you just stop saying my name?"

trever feigns a look of distress,

"but then how will i directly address you, josh? how, josh?"

"i'm the only other person in the room, who else will you be addressing?" josh rolls his eyes. "just stop directly addressing people, or at least don't use that tone,"