World War Me

matt moved in and it wasn't really that big of a difference since he was at my house all the time anyway... the only difference was that his clothes were always thrown everywhere in my room and he left his guitars in my other room... ususally he would only leave one... but he really had like 5 or 6...
october came along and i was feeling much better... matt forced me to go to the doctor everyonce in a while... and i was gaining weight... which sucked... since i didn't know how to cook and matt did, he would always make really fatty stuff for me and make me eat it, while he was eating the stuff that i really wanted to eat... nothing too greasy, not to much fat... i hated watching him eat... but if i refused, he would threaten that he would go out and get drunk... so i was stuck between a rock and a hard place every meal....
i was eating a hamburger while the grease was landing on a few paper towels, when matt asked, "what do you wanna do for your birthday?"
"when's my birthday again?"
"are you serious?"
"yeah"
"the 18th dumb ass"
"oh yeah"
"i dunno..."
"why don't you remember your birthday?"
"well obviously because i don't celebrate it"
"what'd you think when i got you your present last year then?"
"what'd you get me again?"
he rolled his eyes and said, "another guitar dumb ass"
"oh yeah... i thought you were on crack... i'm like, 'why the hell did he just do that?'"
"well do you remember my birthday?"
i had to think about this one for a second...
"mmmmmmmmm..... feburary...ummm.... 11th?"
"well at least you remember that..."
"i guessed..."
"oh..."
"and i really don't wanna do anything special... what ever you wanna do..."
"but it's YOUR birthday..."
"but YOU'RE the one giving the present... so do whatever..."
"k"
the 18th came and i woke up like it was another day... i woke up, left matt in bed, took a shower, didn't eat breakfast, got in my car to go shopping and possibly look for a job, came back, unloaded my trunk, put everything away, did laundry, did some homework, and started playing my ps3... all while matt was still asleep... he woke up around 2 pm and yelled from bed, "happy birthday babe!!!!!"
i jumped on top of him and asked, "is it really my birthday?"
"yup"
"how old am i?"
"17"
"damn it..."
"what?"
"i wanted to be 18"
"why?"
"cuz i've been planning to get a tattoo for my 18th for ever... remember?"
"oh yeah... why don't you let spencer do it?"
"yeah umm...YOU might let a pothead touch you with a needle, but i won't..."
"whatever... it came out good"
i looked at the tattoo on his left arm of a star... it did come out good, but i still won't do it...
"it's okay"
"you sure?"
"yup"
"i'll do it for you" he joked
"no it's okay"
he rolled over so that he was on top of me and we both started laughing...
"where do you want it?"
i showed him over my shirt where i wanted it... "right here" i pointed on the right side of my rib cage...
"here?"
he put his hand under my shirt and started rubbing where i pointed and then started tickling me...
"here? is that right?"
i was laughing, telling him to stop it...
"you want a vine of flowers right? i can do something even better than that!"
and then he started to give me hickies... on my side, my stomach and on my neck... i was laughing and screaming because it tickled so much...
"matt stop it! stop it!"
i was able to throw him off me... he fell on the floor and started laughing...
i stuck my tounge out at him and walked into the kitchen... i made coffee for him and had some myself... i was pouring some into a mug for him when i spilled some on my pants... "F!@#"
i walked into our room and looked for some of mine when i realised that they were all still in the washer... i looked at matt and had an idea
"babe, gimme your pants..."
he shrugged and started to unbuckle the ones that he had just put on...
"no not those retard... gimme some of your other ones..."
"why?"
"because i spilled coffee on mine and the rest of my pants are in the washer"
"oh... won't they be a little big?"
"doesn't matter... i'll wear a belt"
he threw me a pair and when i put them on, they were huge... i put a belt on and they were bunched up at my waist and at my ankles, but when there's an 8 inch difference, it was okay...
"looks good... and i can't see your ass as good but it's okay..."
"shut up"
"common... let's go find something to do"