FOUR'S A CROWD
I could have been drowning bottles of alcohol, just like Mary had? I could be running care free drunk in the street? After all "Love ain't real" aint it? Pfft, yours truly, should know a thing or two, it's a cycle of get to know someone to be a stranger again right? All's good until that moment it breaks, but for the love for everything that's real why the hell am I here, in my own house, trying to hide from my ex and her best friends guy, with my ex's best friend in my arms now? My arms, shuffled like revolving pistons, and legs struggled with balance like a weak branch in a strong breeze, trying to manage Mary's weight while keeping my cover. "Ah no! No, Don't break now, argh, you've been alright all through" Mary said. The clanging sound of small metal parts was let out after heavy thuds, knocked the door, shackling the weak nuts and bolts on the hinges. "Maary!!! Marryy!!" Tim said. "Jared! Jared! Are you there?...