Page 84 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Music buzzed through the walls.

When Charles walked in without knocking an hour later, already tripping over his feet, he headed straight over to where I was spread out on the floor and practically threw himself on top of me.

"Hello to you, too," I said, trying to shove him off me, to no avail.

He let out a loud groan, saying hello to everyone without bothering to lift his head.

"Getting here was hell. I am so glad I didn't end up moving in with you, man," he sighed. "It would take me an hour to get home from work."

He lifted his head suddenly, looking around the circle of people.

"Where's Jonas?" he asked.

"In his room," I said, trying to keep a neutral expression.

"As usual," I added snarkily, and Charles snorted.

"Is he still in his shell?" he asked, finally climbing off of me and tossing his coat aside.

"Poor little turtle," he muttered, walking over to Jonas' bedroom door and banging on it.

I cringed, watching the scene unfold, knowing that Jonas hated being bothered.

After a moment, the door opened, and he stood there, glaring at his brother. A silent standoff occurred where they both stared at each other for a long moment and then Charles just said, "What the fuck? Say hi." and Jonas started laughing.

I shook my head, watching as they hugged each other, chuckling and instantly falling into a conversation.

I'd known that they got along, I'd seen them together before, but after months of living with Jonas, it was like my brain couldn't compute it anymore. Jonas didn't seem like the type who could get along with anyone.

Yet, to my shock, they were coming over here. Charles steered Jonas toward the group to join the party.

"Where has Peter been hiding you?" Angie asked with obvious interest.

"I wasn't hiding him," I muttered, kicking her foot. "He just didn't want to..."

Hang out with me, was left unsaid, but no one was listening to me anyway because Jonas was new and was doing that kind of shy smile that he sometimes did, avoiding eye contact in a way that, for some reason, made him look sultry.

"I was just trying to get some work done," he explained.

There he went, talking about work all the time. I didn't even know what the hell he did, but at least he always paid the rent on time. It was probably some boring shit like data entry.

"You can take a night off," Angie said. "Do you want a drink?"

I could practically hear the girls swooning and sighed internally, turning my attention to Charles, who was cracking a beer open next to me.

"How's life?" he asked.

I shrugged, delving into the bio class that was giving me some trouble. I couldn't quite wrap my head around endocytosis.

“It sounds simple, but when I get into the details of phagocytosis and pinocytosis, my brain stops working.”

"Jonas could help you with that," Charles said, "I'm surprised he hasn't volunteered yet. He always brags about acing his second-year classes."

I blinked, surprised.

"I thought he took history."

"That was his minor," Charles corrected, "with a major in biology."

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