“How am I even supposed to explain why you’re here?” Fletcher whispered as he slipped into some sweatpants. He picked Taylor’s shirt up off the floor and threw it on.
“That’s my shirt you fucker,” Taylor hissed.
“Hello??? Anyone home? I see shoes by the door,” Douglas called out.
Fletcher pulled open his dresser and threw a plain white tee at Taylor.
“Tell him we just went on a run and I needed to use the bathroom really quickly.” Taylor slipped on the shirt and followed Fletcher out of his room.
Douglas sat at the kitchen island with a beer in his hand and three more besides him. He turned around once he heard footsteps. “Piers? What are you doing here?” he asked. “I didn’t know you and Armstrong even knew each other, really,” he joked. They all laughed as Douglas handed them both a beer.
“You just let yourself in?” Taylor asked him.
Douglas shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We’re best friends. Why wouldn’t I? Plus, I have his spare key.”
“Actually, you can leave that here with me. The keypad is working now so you don’t need a key.”
“Oh shit, man. What’s the code?” Douglas asked.
“It’s four zeroes,” Fletcher lied, sounding annoyed.
“Right on, man.”
Douglas, it turns out, had come over because heclaimedto be upset over his breakup. But then he immediately opened Fletcher’s pantry. “You know, I’m really tired of coming in here and not finding anything swee—oh shit, you bought some Oreos?” he asked as he pulled out a brand-new pack of gluten-free Oreos. He put them down on the kitchen island and peeled open the package. “You just knew I needed something sweet. God, you’re the best, Armstrong. Maybe I should just date you instead.”
Fletcher scoffed. “Sorry man, I don’t think I’d be interested in one of your little threesomes.”
Taylor choked on his beer and turned to Fletcher. “Did you know?” he asked him accusingly. Fletcher made a confused look, taken aback by Taylor’s sudden mood change.
“Know he and Corinna were having threesomes?” he asked.
“Threesomes with Emogen,” Taylor corrected him. He turned to Douglas. “How many times have you slept with my ex-girlfriend?”
“Dude, I didn’t sleep with her. Corinna did. She and I kind of just… tag teamed it, I guess.”
Taylor narrowed his eyes. “Youtag teamed it? How am I supposed to believe you haven’t been sleeping with her? Since New Year’s.”
Douglas threw his hands up. “Corinna’s the one she was interested in sleeping with. Why are you so jealous? I thought you guys were broken up.”
“Yeah, Piers. Why so jealous?” Fletcher chimed in, sounding accusatory.
Taylor looked at him and scoffed. “Whatever. I should probably go. This has all left a very bad…taste in my mouth,” he told the both of them.
“Are you sure about that?” Fletcher pressed, sounding heated. Jesus.
Douglas walked over with a cookie in his hand as he slapped his hands onto Taylor’s shoulders. “Dude, I’m telling you that nothing happened between me and her. With Corinna, definitely. But I would never do that to you man. I promise.”
Taylor offered him a weak smile. Douglas wouldn’t lie about something like this. “Okay, man. I believe you. Sorry for doubting you,” he apologized. Douglas put the cookie in Taylor’s mouth and gave him a playful slap before picking up the rest of the pack and plopping down on the end of the couch.
He and Fletcher followed. Fletcher took up the opposite end, which meant Taylor had to awkwardly sit in the middle. “Do you guys want to watch a movie?” Fletcher asked.
“Yeah, let’s do some Avengers. I’m feeling Civil War,” Douglas answered. Fletcher reached over for the remote and chucked it at Douglas.
“Have at it, man.”
While Douglas tried to find the movie, and inadvertently deciding he wanted to find a different one, Taylor felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out.
Fletcher: Are you still sleeping with her?
