Babysitting The Bad Boy
Joey chuckles, which I don't notice.
"No, we can watch N*****x another time," was the reply.
"Alright," I nod.
Joey laughs once again.
Mason bids me farewell before getting in his car and driving away. Joey and I then enter. We spend some time catching up in the living room while playing Fifa the way we used to.
The doorbell then rings.
Joey mutters, "At last, that pizza guy is taking forever."
I joke, "Joey, it's been ten minutes," and then I stand up and head towards the door.