present

SEBASTIAN.

"They've been in there for two hours already," I murmured as I glanced at the three men around me. Chris had taken Alice's spot on the couch so now him and Billy were separated by an empty couch cushion where Oliver had been sitting. I was still seated beside Anthony in our separate chairs.

"That's Oliver Blackheart for you," Anthony chuckled as he lazily glanced around the room, his eyes bugging at certain spaces around him because of the acid's side effects.

I rolled my eyes before glancing at Billy. "Didn't you and Alice, like, have a thing or something?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Billy shrugged his shoulders and twiddled his thumbs while gazing at his lap. "I don't really know," he murmured. "I mean, we did but we haven't really talked about us since before we got kidnapped."

I nodded my head in understanding as I offered him a small and apologetic smile. The four of us sat in silence for a few moments and I noticed from the corner of my eyes that Anthony was checking out Oliver's house as he continued to turn his head in every direction.

"Damn," Anthony sighed. "This dude has a really fucking nice house," he murmured. "I wish I could afford all of this."

The three of us chuckled in response to Anthony's comment before Billy spoke up.

"Believe it or not," Billy began with a sly smirk. "I've seen bigger."

Chris raised an eyebrow as he glanced at Billy. "Oh, really?"

Billy chuckled as he shook his head. "I'm gonna sound like a douche when I say this," he began before Anthony cut him off.

"You kinda already are a douche," Anthony said with a soft smile. "But you're a chill douche, not a bad one."

Billy chuckled while offering Anthony a raised eyebrow. "Thanks, I think," he chuckled. Billy shook his head before continuing. "My house is slightly bigger than Oliver's," he murmured. "But Oliver's house is definitely designed for parties and whatnot. My house is just, like, existing."

Anthony chuckled as he shook his head. "I take it you're not a big partier?"

Billy softly smiled in response. "Not really," he mumbled. "Although I've had my fair share of drugs and whatnot throughout the years."

"Good for you, Man," Anthony murmured with a small smile.

Chris began tapping buttons on his phone and the song playing through the speakers changed to now play "Cum On Feel the Noize" by Quiet Riot.

Billy's eyebrows raised in shock. "I did not peg you as a classic rock guy at all," he chuckled as he faced Chris.

"What exactly did you peg me as?" Chris asked while giggling.

Billy ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. "I pegged you as, like, a rap guy or something," he responded.

Chris shrugged his shoulders. "I listen to a lot of music," he began. "Just depends on my mood."

Billy nodded as he murmured, "I respect that."

Anthony chuckled as he shook his head. "I don't mean to intrude on your little bro moment," he began, causing Billy, Chris, and I to chuckle in response. "But how did Oliver even come to all this money anyway?"

Billy closed his eyes and sighed. "His father, Xavier Blackheart, is the richest lawyer in the world," he murmured. "Partly because of his involvement with my father's business- he's the company's attorney for legal matters- but he's also gotten his fame from handling other matters such as defending wrongfully convicted criminals and other variations of that nature."

"Shit, Man," Anthony sighed as he shook his head. "Is he even richer than Dickie Scruggs? Because I thought that Dickie was the lawyer with the largest net worth or whatever."

Billy chuckled and shook his head. "Look up Scruggs' net worth and compare it to Blackheart's. There's your answer," he murmured.

Anthony pulled out his phone and pulled up Scruggs' net worth to find that he was worth one point seven billion; he then googled Xavier Blackheart's net worth and he sighed as he rubbed a hand over his face.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Anthony murmured. "I need to become best friends with you or Oliver; Hell, I should become friends with your dads."

Billy chuckled along with Chris. Chris asked, "How much is he worth, Man?"

Anthony clicked out of the Google application and locked his phone. "Thirty point six billion," he sighed.

Billy nodded his head with a wide grin plastered on his face. "That's the Blackheart family for you," he chuckled.

Anthony then shook his head as he reopened the Google application and searched Xavier Blackheart. "It says here that's he's only, like, forty two," he exclaimed with raised eyebrows.

"He got Oliver's mom pregnant when he was only seventeen," Billy murmured.

"Jesus Christ," Anthony sighed. "I hate that I'm asking, but how old was she?"

Billy closed his eyes as he thought for a moment. "From what my dad's told me, I'm pretty sure that she was fifteen," he murmured.

"Fuck," I murmured as I ran a hand over my face. "Just fuck."

"That's insane," Chris murmured as he shook his head. "How did her family take it?"

Billy chuckled as he glanced at Chris. "Do I look like an encyclopedia for the Blackheart family history?"

"No," Chris mumbled with a small smile. "But you seem to know a lot about Oliver's family."

Billy shook his head with a smile showing on his face. "I do, I guess," he murmured. He cleared his throat before answering Chris' question. "Her family took it fairly well. I mean, considering that Molly's mom had her at a young age as well, she did as much as she could to help for the first two years of Oliver's life."

"What about after that?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Billy softly smiled at me before answering. "Molly's mom, Caroline, got in a car accident when she was on her way to pickup some baby food for Oliver," he murmured. "It was late at night, somewhere around the Fourth of July from what I can remember, when a drunk driver drove right into the side of the car." He shook his head before adding on, "She was pronounced dead on impact."

I sighed as I shook my head. "Jesus," I whispered. "That's terrible."

Chris ran a hand over his face before asking, "What about Xavier's family?"

Billy glanced at Chris with an apologetic smile. "They cared for Molly, Xavier, and Oliver for about a year, but they weren't bringing in enough money to properly care for the three," he mumbled. "Xavier's parents ate the bare minimum so that Oliver, Molly, and Xavier could provide for their newfound family, but soon they could barely afford scraps. So, because of the money Mrs. Zolin, Molly's mom, had left behind for Molly to receive when she turned eighteen, she gave a lot of it to Xavier and told him to go to law school," he murmured. "Long story short is that Xavier became pretty successful straight out of law school and was able to provide an over abundance of necessities for Oliver and Molly, and he even bought his parents a new house and everything. He provided them with food; he replaced their old, rundown car with two newer ones that didn't risk breaking down on their way to work; he even paid their mortgage and taxes. And the best part is that he still does all of those things for his parents," he murmured with a small smile. "The sad part is that about ten years after they had gotten married, Molly divorced him because of Oliver."

I raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

"Oliver came out," Billy responded. "Molly had been raised to think that homosexuality was a bad thing, even though Oliver came out as bisexual," he murmured. "You can't really blame Molly though, because her dad had left her mom because he had been seeing a man in secret. He could've picked better timing to announce that he wanted a divorce, however, because he had told Mrs. Zolin about his lover right as Molly had been born." He took a short pause before continuing. "Mrs. Zolin was never homophobic, I know that, but she absolutely loathed Syd after that and she constantly talked about how he left her for another man," he stated. "My father told me that Xavier told him that Mrs. Zolin would go on and on about how she hated Syd and how she hated his, quote on quote, gay ass whore of a lover," he said. "And that's just what Xavier heard when he was dating Molly," he chuckled. "My guess is that Molly picked up on her mother's disliking of homosexuals, even if it was simply misunderstood and partly for an understandable reason. But when Oliver came out to his parents, Molly simply left," he finished.

"Fucking Hell," Chris murmured. "She didn't say anything? She just left?"

Billy shook his head. "She called Oliver a lot of, um, rather distasteful and homophobic names," he began. "Molly and Xavier got in a huge fight because Xavier accepted Oliver's sexuality and he embraced his son for who he was, but she didn't see eye to eye with him. She left and the next time they saw each other was in court for their divorce."

I sighed and closed my eyes. "Some people make me sick," I murmured as I shook my head.

Billy offered me a small smile. "Oliver and I can start a club for bisexuals who have mommy issues," he joked.

Chris, Anthony, and I chuckled softly at Billy's remark.

"I call being the event organizer or whosever job it is that sets up the parades or whatever," Anthony said as he raised his hand in the air.

Billy chuckled and shook his head before glancing at Anthony. "If my idea ever sees the light of day, you'll be the first person I tell," he murmured.

Oliver's bedroom door opened to reveal him and Alice stumbling out of the room as they held on to each other for support with sheepish smiles on their faces. Alice's hair had been brushed from what I could tell but it still slightly looked like post-sex hair, then again maybe that's only because I had known they had been having sex. Oliver's hair, on the other hand, was tangled and partly dangling down his face from the sweat that was prominently evident on his forehead. I guess Oliver hadn't really cared about his appearance as much as Alice had.

"There they are," Anthony exclaimed as he laughed. "My two favorite jackrabbits!"

Oliver rolled his eyes as the two walked with shaky legs towards the couch.

"Can you move, please?" Alice asked to Chris with an airy voice that sounded partly strained, most likely from the act that her and Oliver had been partaking in. Chris softly smiled as he stood up and walked between Billy and the coffee table towards the chair he had been sitting in before the two had gone to the bedroom.

Alice and Oliver sat in their previous seats as Alice clutched onto Oliver's shoulder for support as the two sat down, their bodies slightly jerking as they descended into their seats.

Billy recoiled farther into his side of the couch as he tugged the collar of his shirt to cover his mouth and nose. "Jesus fucking Christ," he exclaimed which sounded muffled because of his mouth being covered. "You couldn't at least spray some cologne or something?"

Oliver's head jerked lazily in Billy's direction and Billy's eyes bugged in response. Oliver smirked as he leaned closer to Billy to where their faces were separated by maybe five or six inches, and he then he exhaled rather heavily at Billy's face which caused Billy to screw up his eyes in disgust.

"Fuck you," Billy murmured as his body shivered. "Now I probably have fucking STDs."

Oliver chuckled as he sat back in his original position and ran a shaky hand through his tangled hair. "Whatever STDs I have," he began. "You probably have them too," he said as he winked at Billy.

Alice swatted Oliver on the bicep in response to Oliver's comment. "I don't have any STDs, Dumbass," she murmured through a giggle.

"Now you probably do," Billy murmured as he softly chuckled while taking his shirt away from his face.

Oliver rolled his eyes dramatically into the back of his head as he sighed. "I don't have any STDs," he groaned. "How many times do I have to tell people that I've been checked, like, a thousand times?"

"That number's probably exact, too," Billy chuckled as he glanced at Oliver.

Oliver's gaze snapped to Billy's as he raised his eyebrows while wearing a wide grin. "I will happily breathe my STD infested oxygen on you again, Redford," he chuckled.

"It's technically carbon dioxide," Billy remarked with a raised eyebrow.

Oliver inhaled dramatically, causing Billy to cover his nose and mouth with his shirt again as Oliver exhaled onto Billy's face. "I hope you enjoy my carbon dioxide," Oliver sighed with a wink.

"Billy," Anthony exclaimed, causing all of our eyes to snap to Anthony. "What are you doing? Help a brother out and find a jar or some shit to collect that rich kid's carbon dioxide so I can sell it on eBay and make millions!"

Billy rolled his eyes at Anthony's exclamation and Oliver chuckled. Oliver then reached his fingers into his hair and picked out a tiny morsel of his hair before holding his hand out to Anthony. "You can sell this," Oliver chuckled as he placed the thin strand in Anthony's hand. "You have my permission."

Anthony's eyes bugged at the newfound treasure placed within his hand. "Oh my God," he practically moaned. "I'm gonna be rich."

I rolled my eyes while chuckling. "How are you even gonna convince people that it's actually Oliver Blackheart's hair?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Anthony smirked before taking his phone out of his pocket with his freehand. He opened the Twitter application and began videoing himself. "Hello, my friends," he exclaimed as he smiled into the camera. "I will be selling a certain valuable item tonight that was truly treasured by Oliver Blackheart himself," he stated. He then flipped the camera to now point at Oliver, Alice, and Billy, and Alice covered her face with her hands in response and leaned her back into Oliver's side. "This lovely gentleman right here," Anthony began as he zoomed slightly in on Oliver so only Oliver's body could be seen, earning a wide, toothy grin from Oliver in response as his eyes crinkled. "Bestowed upon me a gift that came from the hair on top of his head, quite literally," Anthony said as he zoomed quickly in on Oliver's white hair before zooming out. He then changed the camera angle to show the thin line of white hair within his hand. "I will be auctioning this off in thirty minutes, and I expect some very fucking high bids because I wanna be a motherfucking millionaire by the end of the night," he joked. "And to top it all off, this is Oliver Blackheart's after sex hair." Alice flipped him off and he zoomed in on her before changing the angle to face Oliver once again who was wearing a sheepish smile as his eyes roamed nervously around the room. "There you guys have it! Good day," Anthony exclaimed as he flipped the camera angle to show himself before ending the video. He clicked a few buttons on his phone before stating, "That's going on Twitter."

Chris chuckled as he rubbed a hand over his face. "This is why you don't have any friends besides us, Anthony," Chris sighed.

"Bullshit," Anthony exclaimed as he leaned back into his seat with a cocky grin evident on his face. "I'll have a fuck ton of friends now."

"People who wanna buy Oliver's hair aren't your friends," Chris murmured as he closed his eyes momentarily.

Anthony waved off Chris' comment while shaking his head. "Shut the fuck up," Anthony said. "You're just jealous that I'll be making millions while you're earning jack shit."

After thirty minutes of all of us talking shit about each other, Anthony began his auction.

"Here I go," Anthony exclaimed as he pressed a button on his phone. "Oliver, your hair is officially being auctioned off on eBay!"

Oliver chuckled while rolling his eyes. "I hope you make all the money your heart desires," he murmured.

"I hope you make nothing," Chris commented.

Anthony's eyebrows raised as he glanced at Chris. "Fuck you," he remarked before glancing down at his phone. "Oh shit," he exclaimed as his eyes bugged, causing me to glance at his phone. "Oliver, your fucking thin ass strand of hair is already up to five thousand!"

"That's it?" Oliver exclaimed as a disapproving and shocked look showed on his face.

Billy raised an eyebrow as he leaned over in his seat while his head was turned in Oliver's direction who was still sat beside him. "You're complaining?" Billy exclaimed.

"Refresh. Refresh. Refresh," Anthony muttered as he refreshed the page. "We're up to ten thousand!"

Oliver's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he sighed dramatically. "What if we changed the auction?" He groaned as he lazily turned his head to face Anthony.

Anthony raised an eyebrow. "How?"

Oliver smirked before replying, "What if we added a piece of Billy's hair into the mix?"

"No," Billy responded immediately. "We're not selling my hair on eBay."

Oliver raised an eyebrow in Billy's direction as a pleading expression took form on his face; an expression, coming from him and only him, I don't think anyone in the world could say no to. Possibly aside from Billy. "Billy, please," Oliver whined as he motioned a hand towards Anthony. "We have to help the man make money."

Billy raised an eyebrow at Oliver as he slowly shook his head. "The man's an actor, Oliver," Billy replied. "He makes good money."

Oliver whined in response and hung his arms down in defeat. "Just help the man out, Billy," he whined. "All it is," he began. "Is a tiny, thin strand of hair," he cooed.

Billy shook his head. "Nope," he said. "Not happening."

Oliver's facial expression quickly changed from a pleading look to something a little more serious. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this," he said as his mouth formed a straight line. "But it looks like that you're forcing me to do it."

Billy raised a cautious eyebrow as he slightly leaned back into the corner of the couch. "Do what?"

Oliver suddenly leaned over and began trying to grab a strand of Billy's hair, causing Billy to start smacking Oliver on the top of his head as he tried pulling Oliver's hand away with his freehand.

"Get the fuck off of me, you weirdo," Billy exclaimed as he continued to smack Oliver on the head. "Gah," Billy exclaimed as he held his hand out in disgust. "I just fucking got your fucking STD infested sweat on my fucking hand!"

"Give it to me, now," Anthony exclaimed as he held his hand out while leaning his body across the coffee table.

"Enjoy it, Redford," Oliver sighed as he continued to try and snatch a strand of Billy's hair.

Billy shoved his hand in Oliver's face and tried pushing him back, only for him to recoil his hand back in disgust. "You just fucking licked me," Billy exclaimed as he wiped his hand on Oliver's shoulder.

"It was for a good cause," Oliver countered as he sat back in defeat.

Billy stayed in the far corner of the couch and he adjusted his cotton jacket to where he could zip it up, and then he zipped it up to where it would cover his mouth. "I feel attacked," Billy murmured into his jacket.

Oliver threw his head back and laughed as he slung his right arm over the couch and behind Alice. "I was just tryna help the guy," Oliver cooed as he raised an apologetic eyebrow. Billy shot Oliver a disapproving look, causing Oliver to take a short pause before apologizing. "I am truly sorry, William Franklin Redford," he said. He then winked as he asked, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

Billy rolled his eyes into the back of his head as he sighed into his jacket. "Never call me that again," he mumbled.

Oliver chuckled before offering Billy a small smile. "Done and done," he replied.

I glanced at Chris to see that he had been recording the entire, um, incident on his phone with a proud smile.

"This is definitely going on Twitter," Chris laughed as he ended the video.

Billy's eyes snapped to Chris' in worry. "How much do I have to pay you to not upload that?"

"How much do I have to pay you to please upload that?" Oliver asked with a cocky grin.

Billy's eyes slowly turned to face Oliver as they were crinkled into a glare. "Oliver," Billy mumbled threateningly.

"William," Oliver mumbled with a cocky grin.

"Billy," Anthony exclaimed, causing all of our gazes to snap to his. "Did you get the sweat or not? I need the money."

Billy rolled his eyes as he sighed in response while shaking his head.

Oliver chuckled as he rubbed two of his fingers at the top of his forehead before pulling them away. "Here," he began as he held out the two fingers to Anthony. "Make all the money you need, Pal," he finished with a wink.

Anthony glanced around at the items on the coffee table before finding what he needed. "Just put it in this," he murmured as he snatched the tiny bag some weed had been in and held it out to Oliver.

Oliver chuckled as he opened the bag and rubbed his fingers on the inside of it, the side of the bag now glistened with a small amount of sweat.

"I'm changing the auction," Anthony exclaimed as he placed the tiny strand of hair within the same bag as the sweat. Anthony typed a few things into his phone and then hit the refresh button. "We're up to thirty thousand!"

"Jesus Christ," Oliver exclaimed in disapproval. "Do I need to get fucking naked or something for you to earn at least one million?"

"That would probably help," Anthony murmured as he nodded while staring at his phone.

Oliver opened his phone and Alice glanced at the screen as he began scrolling through something. "Ok," Oliver began as he looked up to Anthony. "I found my nudes," he announced quite seriously.

"Are you seriously gonna sell your fucking dick pics on eBay?" Billy asked with a raised eyebrow.

Oliver turned to face Billy as he raised an eyebrow in thought. "You're right," Oliver murmured as he bit his lip in thought. "We should change the auction to be held on Craigslist," he said as he winked playfully at Billy which only caused him to roll his eyes in response.

"You're an idiot," Billy murmured as he shook his head.

Oliver smirked as he replied, "Takes one to know one." He then turned to Anthony and I and his face became more serious. "Do you want just my dick or do you want full body or what do you want?" He asked with genuine curiosity written across his face.

Anthony thought for a moment before holding out his hand to Oliver. "Can I just see what my options are?"

Oliver nodded as he handed Anthony his phone, causing Billy to raise his eyebrows as he held out his hands in a "what the fuck" fashion. Billy unzipped his jacket to where it wasn't covering his mouth and he said, "You are by far the stupidest fucking person I've ever met."

Oliver simply leaned over and exhaled on Billy's face in response.

"I could go to jail for these," Anthony murmured as he continued to scroll through the pictures. I glanced at Oliver's phone in Anthony's hand and, unfortunately, I saw a full body naked picture of Oliver standing in front of a full length mirror, causing me to snap my gaze away from the phone while closing my eyes and shaking my head. That was definitely never going to leave my mind now.

"Yeah," Alice murmured as she gazed at Anthony sincerely. "Maybe selling someone else's nudes on eBay isn't the smartest marketing technique."

"You just don't want anyone to see your new fuck buddy's dick," Anthony responded as he smiled cockily. "But it's alright; I'm not gonna sell these anyway," he stated as he handed Oliver back his phone.

Alice shook her head and rolled her eyes in response as a grin plastered on her face. Oliver chuckled as he grabbed his phone from Anthony's hand and locked it while setting it on his thigh.

"I'm refreshing the page," Anthony announced as he hit the refresh icon. "Thirty five thousand!"

"Fuck me," Oliver exclaimed as he slammed his back dramatically into the back of the couch. "What more do these people want?"

"Your dick," Chris replied without hesitation, causing all of our eyes to snap to his direction in shock. Chris sheepishly shrugged as he nervously giggled. "What?" He added on, "I'm not wrong."

"Oliver," Anthony began, causing all of our eyes to snap to Anthony's. "Maybe, like, could I have a used condom to sell or something?"

Oliver replied immediately, "I don't use condoms." Billy made an alarmed and disgruntled noise in response as his eyes bugged in Alice's direction.

"What?" Alice sheepishly asked as she shrugged her shoulders. "He hasn't gotten anyone pregnant yet."

"I don't really know what kind of response I was expecting from you, Oliver, genuinely," Anthony chuckled.

"Yet," Billy interjected. "The key word to that phrase is 'yet.'"

"Calm down, William," Oliver sighed as he gazed next to him at Billy. "My pull and pray technique has become quite impressive over the years."

"Do you happen to have any, I don't know, spare, like, cum laying around anywhere?" Anthony asked, causing Alice, Chris, and I to snap our heads to face him in shock.

"I hate you," Billy murmured as he glared at Oliver through the corner of his eyes.

Oliver giggled before leaning over and quickly kissing Billy on the cheek. "Love you too," Oliver cooed as he leaned back into his seat. Billy wiped his cheek with his sleeve while wearing a look of disgust.

"Why would you wipe it away?" Anthony exclaimed as his eyes bugged while staring down Billy.

Billy rolled his eyes before pulling the hood of his jacket over his head and zipping the jacket all the way up. He then pulled at the strings of his jacket so the hood scrunched over his face to where only part of his nose was showing. "Just let me die in peace," Billy murmured through his jacket.

"Stop being so negative," Oliver remarked as he waved off Billy's comment. "Someone needs to get dicked down today," he stated.

Billy swatted Oliver on the arm before retracting his hand and crossing his arms as he recoiled back into his corner.

Chris chuckled as he shook his head. "I'm so glad we decided to come to this," he sighed.

Oliver wore a cocky grin as he faced Chris. "What can I say?" Oliver sighed. "I know how to raise the roof," he said as he pumped his hands up while pretending to raise the roof.

Billy held a middle finger up to Oliver in response. Oliver leaned over while Billy's finger was still proudly presented in the air and wrapped his lips around it as he sucked on it quickly before pulling away and laughing. Billy retracted his hand from Oliver's reach after he had slapped Oliver on the shoulder, causing Oliver to laugh even harder.

"I'm just gonna refresh the page," Anthony murmured as he slowly glanced from Oliver and Billy to his phone. Anthony refreshed the page and nothing popped up. "What the fuck?" Anthony exclaimed as he threw his phone down on the coffee table. "It was fucking taken down!"

Oliver's eyebrows raised in defeat while Billy sarcastically laughed, "Haha."

"I'm sorry," Oliver murmured while showing a sincere apologetic look on his face.

"It's alright," Anthony sighed as he shook his head. "At least we tried."

"I mean," Alice began. "You can always sell one of Oliver's shirts or something," she offered.

Anthony pointed a finger at Alice as he said, "I like how you're thinkin'." Alice proudly smiled in response.

"Great idea," Oliver exclaimed as his eyes lit up. "Here," he said as he began pulling his shirt over his head. "Sell this."

"This time don't tag it under anything sexual," Chris advised.

"Good idea," Anthony remarked as he tapped buttons on his phone. "Oliver, your shirt is officially for sale."

Oliver clapped his hands softly as he cheered. I glanced over his torso and, I mean, he had a nice body, ok? And plus there were hickeys trailing down his chest to his, um, yeah so it was hard not to stare. Also I noticed from my time glancing over Oliver's body that he was fairly pale but not too pale like a vampire. Although, I guess you could technically classify Oliver as a vampire. He mainly comes alive at night; he bites people in a non-violent fashion..Y'know, I'm just gonna pause my train of thought for a few moments.

"This shit better not be taken down," Anthony murmured as he watched his phone screen intensely.

"I hope it does," Billy murmured.

Oliver swatted Billy on the bicep, causing Billy to swat Oliver back. Soon, the two were in a full on high school movie girl fight because the two were slapping each other's hands and arms. Also, somewhere in that time, Billy had pulled the hood off of his face and had become a full fledged warrior as he battled Oliver.

"Is this even legal to watch?" Chris asked with a raised eyebrow.

Alice shook her head slowly while still gazing at the two billionaires horribly fighting. "No, but I can't really turn away," she mumbled.

"Enough!" Oliver exclaimed as Billy started pulling on his hair with one hand while still swatting him on the bicep with the other. "Now it's starting to not be kinky!"

Billy pulled his hand away in disgust and recoiled back into his corner while wearing a disapproving look as he rested his elbow on the arm of the couch while placing his cheek in his hand.

Oliver adjusted himself in his seat and fixed his clothing before running a hand through his hair. "This fucking hair is insured, just so you know," Oliver mumbled.

Billy rolled his eyes before replying, "I would think that you'd have your dick insured before your hair."

Just as Oliver was about to respond with another witty remark, Chris jutted in. "Enough," Chis sighed as he leaned over in his seat. "Hug it out and be friends," he demanded.

Billy's eyebrows raised as he glanced at Chris. "That's not how you become fr-"

Billy was cut off by Oliver crushing Billy's right arm and side into a hug as he buried his face in Billy's shoulder. "I love you, Billy," Oliver cooed into Billy's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Billy rolled his eyes before taking his left arm that had previously been resting on the couch and moving it in Oliver's direction. He awkwardly patted Oliver on the head as he murmured, "Ok."

Oliver sighed as he pulled away from the hug and glanced around to everyone with a happy grin on his face.

"Ok," Anthony awkwardly murmured as he shook his head. Anthony clicked a button on his phone and exclaimed, "Ten thousand for the shirt!"

Oliver sighed in defeat as he hung his shoulders lazily. "I guess we'll just have to settle for that," he murmured.

"How unfortunate," Billy mumbled.

I yawned as I gazed around everyone awkwardly, knowing full well that I was going to be the only one sleeping tonight because everyone else had done acid.

"If you need to sleep," Oliver began as he glanced at me. "Just pick a room and sleep as long as you need."

I raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a guest room or something?" I asked lazily.

Oliver cockily smiled at me in response. "You don't want to sleep in my room?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

I chuckled as I shook my head. "As much as I would love to," I sighed with a sheepish smile.

Oliver chuckled as he waved off my comment. "There's three guest rooms up there," he said as he pointed at the ceiling. "Take your pick and go for it."

"Thanks," I murmured as I lazily stood up from my seat. I began walking in the direction of the staircase which was located to the far right of Oliver's bedroom, technically on my left, and partly hidden by the wall the flatscreen was mounted on.

Oliver called out right before I stepped onto the staircase, "The guest rooms are safe from my sexual activities but I can't speak for anyone else's!"

I shook my head and chuckled as I ascended up the staircase. I reached the top floor of Oliver's house and I didn't even have time to take it all in because my eyes were betraying my body. I found the closest guest room and closed the door, and then plopped myself face first onto the bed.

And then I completely blacked out and got the best sleep of my life.

this was so fun to write oh my god
yeet.