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Saturday morning rolled around as any other day and the soothing warmth of the sunlight peeked through the cracks of the curtains in their flat.
Antonio “Racetrack” Higgins sat on an old, breaking college chair that still hadn’t been replaced. He scrolled mindlessly on his phone as he waited for his roommate to tumble in.
And eventually, he did.
“Morning, dumpster fire.” Race greeted him with a smile, pushing his phone to the side.
“I hate you so much.” He glared at Race as he grabbed his coffee and leaned on the table.
“You love me.” He taunted Spot. Morning was always the best time to be a nuisance, what could he say?
“I love this coffee more than you.” He didn’t bother looking at Race as he took a swig of his lifeline.
Race put his elbows on the table and batted his eyes at Spot. “And by law of creation, you love me because I made it.”
“That’s not a real thing.” Spot chuckled.
Race shrugged without a care in the world. “Doesn’t have to be real to make it true.”
He shook his head fondly. “Dumbass.”
Race put a hand over his heart and shot out of his chair, feigning some sort of anger. “Wow, such crude language! I’m telling someone.”
“Who?” He challenged.
“...I don’t know, Ryan Reynolds?”
“I don’t know how I deal with you.” Spot grumbled, though he couldn’t fight the smile off of his face.
“Neither do I,” Race said mockingly. After a moment, he went on with his average morning conversation.
“So, what are you planning today? Overthrow the government?”
Spot pretended to think for a moment and tilted his head. “I was thinking more war crimes.”
Race smiled brightly. “Aw, that’s the spirit!” He patted his back.
“You’re a bad influence.”
“But so addicting.” Race tried his best to be as seductive as possible, biting his lip.
Spot’s face flushed a pink-ish red and he turned away from Race quickly to hide his face. “Shut up.” He squeaked out.
“Make me.” Race sat up proudly in the chair. So Spot took the opportunity, leaned down, and kissed him. That successfully shut him up.
What they both didn’t see was Jack standing at the open door staring into their little scene.
“Oh my–” Jack yelled and the pair flew apart and looked up in shock. “When the hell did this happen?”
“It’s nothing!” Spot denied.
“Like hell it is!” Jack fought back.
Davey, walking around the corner, stared at their standoff. “What happened?”
“They just kissed in front of me.” Jack pouted like a child, disgusted by their love.
“Oh please,” Spot rolled his eyes, “It was on the cheek.”
“And I missed it? Dammit.” Katherine whined.
“Oh no, what a tragic scene.” He said plainly. “‘Lovesick girl watches others grow in love while she stays single’– Bet it’ll make headlines.
Katherine flipped him the bird and he reciprocated. The three walked in as if they owned the place, Davey bringing some drinks to the counter, Katherine flopping onto the couch dramatically, and Jack sitting in the opposite chair of Race. Spot smacked him on the shoulder to snap him back to reality.
Jack decided to actually say why they came. “Sorry I didn’t get the news to you guys earlier, but Dr. Bryan…”
“Denton.” Davey filled in.
He snapped his fingers and pointed at him gratefully. “Bryan Denton. The lawyer? He called and said he would be able to help with the restraining order. He seems good; you’ll be in great hands. The court meeting is in two weeks and your parents signed the forms.”
Spot’s jaw dropped in shock. “They did?”
“Yup.” He said proudly, as if he got them to. Maybe he did. No one would know.
Spot looked over to Race and he was beaming. But then, Spot had a realization. “Oh… two weeks? Isn’t that fast? I might not be ready by then–”
“Hey,” Race put a hand on his leg and got him to look. “Listen. I’ll be right behind you. Okay?”
Spot nodded and fell back in silence.
Just as Race would, he immediately changed the subject. “Alright, who wants to play UNO?” He pulled a pack of cards from absolutely nowhere and Spot had no idea they even owned those.
“I will destroy you.” Katherine shot up from the couch.
“That requires having skills.” Race crossed his arms, daring her to go on.
“Jokes on you, I practiced.” She leaned over the edge of the arm and shot her eyes at him.
“‘Practice’?” Race taunted her. “When was the last time I heard you say that word?” He tapped his cheek in thought, definitely thinking hard. “What, second grade?”
Katherine squawked out indignantly and flew off the couch. “You ass! Move–” she shoved Jack out of his chair, letting him flail around as he fell to the floor. “This is between me and you.”
He leaned in and spoke darkly. “Bring it on, budget Kylie Jenner.”
She slammed her fists on the table and pointed at him accusingly. It reminded Spot of the one meme with the white car and he chuckled lightly. “You take that back!”
“I will if you win.” He poured out the cards onto the table.
“It is ON.” Her feet were planted flat on the ground and the two had fire behind their eyes.
Spot leaned towards Jack as they continued to bicker. “Bet Race wins.”
“Ten bucks?” He asked.
“Deal.” They shook their hands quickly.
Davey, who had watched the whole interaction play out, drew in towards Jack. “Five that they’ll play another round.”
“Go for it.” Spot nodded.
And the games began.