CHAPTER 6 - These Eyes Won't Be the Same

"i thought we're supposed to go tug-pak-tug-pak-tug-tug-pak?!"

"fuck, absolutely not! we're going tug-tug-pak-tug-pak-tug-tug-tug-pak!"

"so not! wrong you all! its fucking tug-tug-pak-tug-pak-tug...-pak-tug-tug-tug-pak!"

"would you all stop with the freaking tug-paks?! you're tearing my ears off of my fucking head!"

"..."

"hey, jo. what do you say?"

"don't fucking mind her, beastie. she's absolutely out of this room and in another freaking dimension again with that fag ex-boyfriend swimmin' in her fuckin head."

"shut it, fred."

"what?! what?! its fucking true anyways! you saw how megan was absolutely bogusly disgusted with how jo is doing now.. hey jo! hey jooooo! yoohoo! you fucking snap out of it!"

"you're a fucking jerk."

"yeah? jerking and fucking - now that's what i wanna do ---, instead of this shit. i'm out of here."

"hey, hey where are you going?! we're in the middle of a session!?"

"what fucking session are you talking about - jo's in zombie mode - there's nothing coming out of that fucking head."

"george?"

"i think i'm coming with fred... uhm, bye."

"...guess, its just the three of us."

"nah. i'm going out, too. a lady of mine just texted and i have to be somewhere in thirty. haha. i think i'm a fuck somebody tonight!!!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"you better go too, beastie."

"hey... i was starting to think you weren't really in the room."

"i wasn't."

"yeah?"

"..."

"jo, you really have to snap out of it. it's been - '

"- a looong time. i know."

"...how about you write songs about him?"

"fuck that. what for?! so i can just remember him all the way?"

"it's easing the stress. let it out. let it go."

"what makes you think i haven't done that?"

"well...just looking at you, you look like shit everytime. its like the whole sky's fell down when we see you and that's been going on for quite a time... it's pissing megan, it's definitely pissing fred, it's affecting everyone, jo."

"..."

"..."

"i'll try to lighten up."

"you wan't help, jo?"

"no. there's no helping a....goddamnit! i'm turning cheesy!"

"hey, hey. cool it down. we're just human - we're born cheesy."

"fuck that."

"haha!"

"..."

"you know, i like it when you turn loose. you go all out and swear the life out of everything and not a fucking care."

"..."

"what?"

"that's funny. mason - he - he never liked my swearing. how come you do?"

"hmmm...well....i just like it. it's, let's say...hmmm....sexy?"

"oh, fuck you, beastie!"

"what? what? FHM confirms that!"

"FHM? what?!"

"For Him Magazine? that kind that shows sexy curvaceous delicious chicks on the cover?"

"i know that!"

"then what?"

"FHM didn't confirm that!"

"what? you read FHM too?"

"i abso-fucking-lutely do. but i read something on purple slinky - "

"whoa, purple slinky?! what the fuck is purple slinky?!"

"you don't know that, but i do. so zip it. it says..."

"now you're the funny one, jo."