Chapter 14- Izzi’s POV
Needless to say, I didn’t sleep for long.
“Rise and shine, sunshine!” Charli cheered, still wearing her ex’s boxers and a tank top.
I groaned, but complied, following her into the living room to see a gallon of milk, two oversized spoons and a huge jar of peanut butter. I grinned, and we plopped down on the couch, digging in and turning on the TV.
“Dude, DIBS!!!” I screamed, pointing a large silver spoon at the TV screen, yelling through a mouthful of peanut butter.
“Fuck you! That man is sexy!” Charli yelled back just as the door to our apartment opened. Slash and Nikki walked in, lugging suitcases. Today was the day they would move in.
Just then, a freakishly obese white woman that was old and balding appeared on the screen.
“DIIIBBBSSSS!!!!!!” Charli screamed.
“DAMMIT! I soooo wanna fuck her!!!”
Nikki and Slash were staring at us, dumbfounded.
Nikki’s POV
I swear to God, this girl’s insane. Izzi and Charli were sitting on the couch with a fucking huge jar of JIF peanut butter and a whole gallon of milk, shoveling huge spoonfuls into their mouths, and chugging the milk. Izzi had her hair pulled up, wearing a black sports bra and an… old pair of my boxers?! Charli was wearing boxers as well, but she was wearing a tank top.
Slash and I looked at each other, raising our eyebrows, and back at the girls. Izzi chugged a huge portion of the gallon of milk before running towards me, tackling me in a hug.
I dropped my bags as I wrapped my arms tightly around her, taking in the scent of her shampoo. She pulled away, smiling gently up at me. As I looked down into her eyes, I sensed a lingering sense of guilt… But what would she feel guilty about? Our past? I tried to push the thoughts out of my head, I was overanalyzing things.
“What do you think about going to a club tonight? Tommy called Vince and Mick, and they’re game.” I said this as I pulled away farther from her, looking at her hopefully.
“The Whisky?!” She squealed hopefully.
I chuckled and nodded.
Izzi suddenly stopped, and eyed me. “Are you sure you sh-“
I cut her off immediately. “I’ll be fine. You’ll be there, right?” I asked with a crooked grin.
She smiled softly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Right.”
I grinned once more and stooped down to pick up my bags, but when I stood up straight, I stopped short, raising one eyebrow. Izzi looked at me, obviously confused, until she turned around and snorted. Her hand flew to her mouth to attempt to hide her snickers.
Slash and Charli were doing the Thriller dance. Thriller by Michael Jackson. And I mean they were doing the whole dance, crotch-grabbing and all. Izzi had ran and gotten the video camera out, and held a finger to her lips. Yeah, right. Like I would stop her from filming the best blackmail material ever! When they finished, Izzi shut the camera off and practically flew to her room to hide it. Charli- of course- tripped and almost fell, but Slash caught her, smiling. I turned on my heels to our bedroom to give the two some privacy.
“So. How ‘bout we go get some of your furniture?”
I whirled around to see Izzi standing in my doorway wearing some Daisy Dukes, a Motley Crue shirt, and her ever-present Chuck Taylors.
I nodded, following her into the living room where a dressed Charli and Slash were waiting for us. Izzi grabbed her keys and walked out of the apartment without a word.
“So, I guess that means that we’re taking her car?” Slash asked.
“Yes, always. Don’t even think about you driving. Especially don’t ever think that you can eat or drink in there.” Charli said as we headed down the stairs after Izzi.
“Wow, she’s like I was with my Porsche.”
Charli eyed me. “Yeah, but she wouldn’t be stupid enough to drive drunk and crash it.”
I sighed lightly. I knew I was never going to live the past few years of my down.
