@cryleweek Day #4: Angst“Where the hell did you get that jacket?” // “What? O

@cryleweek Day #4: Angst

“Where the hell did you get that jacket?” // “What? Oh, Stan let me use it awhile ago.” // “Well, return it.” // “Ah, well, actually–he said I could keep it. He ordered another one when he thought he’d lost this one, and he didn’t need two, so–” // “Bullshit.”// “Excuse me?” // “Give it to me.” // “Why?” // “I’m going to throw it in the fucking trash, obviously.” // “No. Surprise, surprise, it’s not yours to trash, Craig. It’s mine. It cost him money you know–” // “So return it. It’s not yours, it’s Marsh’s, his name is right fucking there–” // “Dude, let go of me.” // “Take it off.” // “It’s just a gift from Stan, Jesus Christ! Unlike somepeople, he actually fucking pays attention–” // “How fucking noble of him, making a move on you without me there–”// “Fuck off, Tucker! He’s my friend–”// “And I’m your fucking boyfriend–” // “It doesn’t mean anything–” //