Lee's phone went off again, momentarily distracting him from whatever Sebastian was dealing with in his own group of friends. Carolina's texts were cracking him up. He couldn't imagine how it felt though, to be uprooted like that and just moved into a place like the Lynch's. Hell, he'd only ever been inside places that nice on a handful of occasions. He hadn't even been to Sebastian's that often in the past, because of Jin his house had usually been the center of activity.
To: Carolina
Shit I had to save up to buy my own piece of shit tv, I'd kill for a fucking theater. You. Me. Movie Date. Soon.
Shit I had to save up to buy my own piece of shit tv, I'd kill for a fucking theater. You. Me. Movie Date. Soon.
It was very possible there wasn't anyone else on the planet Lee liked as much as Carolina. She just...understood him, on a level no one else could. On a 'Childhood Sucked, White People Everywhere, Once Poor, Not Putting Up With Your Popular Bullshit' level. He hated being short with her over text...half of him wanted to just catch a train and go see her ASAP. But...
He looked over at Sebastian and realized there was something he wanted a little more. Because it'd been so long since he'd had this and who the hell knew how long it would last. And then he remembered that damn party they were talking about. He arched an eyebrow silently, knowing he had a judgmental expression on his face, but honestly...why not?
He snorts and rolls his eyes. "Of course, as a friend," he muttered, more under his breath than anything else. He wanted to ask if Sebastian had meant a lot of things as a friend, but even Lee wasn't stupid enough to push his luck. He'd been handed an inch, there was no reason to stretch it out. "Yeah. Sure. Why not."
He took a few last drags of his cigarette before dropping the blunt on the coffee table and pulling his lefts up to sit criss-cross. It put them closer, his knee basically resting on Seb's thigh, but he didn't care, didn't make any attempt to move. Instead, he focused on the game.
Half an hour later and he was nearly crying with laughter, leaning over the arm of the couch and holding his side. "Oh my, God, Bastian you actually suck. See, this is why you can't be without me too long. What the hell have you been doing with your life? Spending too much time working on that pretty face of yours?" It was an old jab, one only enunciated by Lee's ever so rare grin. He trash talked with compliments and complimented with trash talk, that was absolutely nothing new. Somethings never changed.