Not a "LOVE" Story ✓

3 | reality

Carter's POV

"I'm fine Chris. I really don't need to meet her," I tell him once more. Chris has been attempting to get me to meet this girl he finds attractive, but really, I'm simply not in the mood. 

"Fine then. But if you being unusual has to do with some girl that you have a crush on, then you're out of your mind. Do me a favour, and don't change yourself just for a girl that you like because then I'll beat your ass." Chris bites back, yet I laugh, patting his back.

"Dude, don't worry," I wave off. "You know me. I just want to feel better about what I'm doing in life, that's all. Plus, you already beat me to shit about five hours ago you asshole." He laughs as he shakes his head and slaps the back of my neck.

"You know just what to say don't you?" he says, which I shrug with a nod.

"Come on, we need to get ready for the party. You get the alcohol and I get the snacks. Deal?" I tell him.

"Hell yeah! Deal!" he says with excitement. 

I shake my head as we approach my house and I pull out my keys so I can unlock the door. Chris is somehow jumping up and down like he's some little puppy that's waiting for me to throw the ball at him.

I unlock the door and of course, Chris opens the door first and barges in and to the kitchen to pull out beer bottles and cases from downstairs. I close the door, throwing my keys in the air as I catch them, walking into the kitchen and throwing it onto the counter. 

With a sigh, I walk to my fridge, noticing that Chris is now downstairs, grabbing some more alcohol, I decided to grab some beer myself. 

"Dude, when the hell is Jack coming anyways? We need him to get ready for all of this. I can't do this by myself you know." I hear Chris say as he walks into the kitchen, holding the cases in his hands. I set the beer bottle down and I roll my eyes.

"You know I can help you right? Also, Jack's coming in an hour, he still has class," I tell him. 

He groans with frustration, setting the cases down onto the ground. "Don't kid yourself Green, you don't help for parties. I do everything all the time because lucky for you, I care when I throw a party." 

I pick up the beer and drink it as I shrug at Chris. "Not my fault dude. I honestly don't care about parties. I'm just throwing one so I don't bore myself to death around this house. Oh, and so that you can be happy for once." 

Chris approaches me and grabs a beer bottle from the fridge as well. "I'm always happy. What the hell do you mean by that?" he asks, opening the beer bottle with his teeth.

"I meant that you always act unhappy. Yeah sure, you're sometimes fun but I know for sure that you'd just wanna sleep for the rest of the day in bed and not talk for ages," I tell him, watching his reaction turned into shock.

"Shut. Up," he shouts at me. "That's you! You're describing you! How is that me? You, on the other hand, are extremely saddening. You get into fights for no good reason, just like the one in the morning." 

I scoff, yet he continues. "And you look like someone took your dog. Cheer up for once and don't blame this all on me. Maybe you should find a girl tonight before you go all depressing on me and Jack for the rest of our shitty lives. End of conversation."

Now, this is where my jaw drops. Jaw. dropped.

"Man, are you turning old or what?" My thoughts vanish and I turn around to see Jack leaning against the wall, just staring at me. He throws his keys to me, which I catch. Annoyed I throw it onto the counter, besides mine.