Gray grumbled somewhat wordlessly to himself, rolling into the wall when Sim's pillow hit him.
"Yeah? What are you so upset about?" He tried his best at changing the subject, knowing full well that Sim probably wouldn't let him. He dug through the pockets of the clothes he hadn't bothered changing out of and tossed a lighter (Sim's), without looking, in the direction of Sim's voice.
Sim wasn't really sure why he was feeling so grouchy. Perhaps that fact that all his attempts at taking a girl back to his car had failed? Probably. Since Gray was out later than him that meant he probably got some action and that was always annoying.
He caught the lighter and lit the end of his cig, blowing smoke out of the window, and hocking up whatever was in his throat to spit out there for good measure.
Gray laid in his bed in silence, not responding. Normally he was all about bragging to his friend-- he even shared the story of time he woke up in some fat muggle's bed with no memory of how he'd gotten there. Horrifying.
Somehow this was worse.
He sighed loudly. Sim was probably going to figure it out eventually.
Sim fixed Gray with a skeptical look, frowning slightly. This seemed pretty serious, he sat on the window sill and waited for Gray to finally spit it out.
"You didn't fuck a freshman, did you? Because that is disgusting."
Gray didn't respond to this either, just looked at Sim, silently affirming what he had just said. He pressed his lips together in a thin line, brows furrowing high on his face.
Sim's face dropped so fast it could have been funny in any other situation. "What? What have you done!" He sputtered, suddenly on his feet and pointing an accusing finger at Gray.
"You fucked Michiko?! YOU FUCKED MOM?!" His voice was getting strangely higher everytime he said it.
"Fuck if I know," Gray shrugged, scowling. "I was drunk. She was drunk. It happens. She's hot, dude. What am I supposed to do?"
He ran his hand through his hair and shrugged again, like the sort-of-giant-mistake was no big deal. He could be casual about it. It was cool. He was cool. King of cool. Yup.
Yes, of course Michi was hot, she was one of the hottest, but that didn't mean Gray could kiss her! She was mom. The way he shrugged it off was infuritating, and Sim gave a roar before diving onto Gray's bed, fists swinging.
"You're such a stupid shit!" He yelled while pummeling his best bro.
FUCK. Caught off guard, Gray ate a couple of punches before he could even react. Not many people punched harder than Sim did. Fuck. Ow.
"Why, did you want to fuck her?!" He growled, clumsily ducking and throwing his arms around Sim's mid-section, attempting to unbalance him. The plan was to throw his best friend to the floor, and not to eject himself from the bed. Probably wasn't going to happen.
Gray's plan almost worked, Sim was now dangling upsidedown off the bed, the blood rusting to his already very red face.
"Of course I do, but I'm not gonna because she's Michiko" Sim shouted, flailing wildly and trying to knee Gray in the jaw. "I think I'm gonna puke" he admitted.
"You know what I mean!" Sim rubbed his head and scowled. "She's just had a kid, she doesn't need you trying it on" Sim pointed out, strangely speaking actual sense.
"Great plan, dude. What the fuck are you going to say to her?" Gray sighed, flopping back into bed and running his hands down his face from frustration.
"Sorry Gregoire made out with you. Have this complimentary fruit basket!"
"Well I wouldn't even have to be thinking about this if you didnt insist on making out with every fucking girl in this school!"
It was pretty easy to be high and mighty when your best friend was the one who had done something stupid. This time. He hovered in the doorway before slamming the door, back in the bedroom, which earnt a bang on the wall from the room next door.
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