"You're fucking shameless, man," Lee replied, throwing a handful of hay at his friend. He was right though. Lee would choose dropping into his parents house to tuck into the feast she was always cooking any day over Taco Bell. Even high. It was a perk that came with having a mother who's soul purpose was to look after the pack. "But of course she is. Just don't be weird like last time."
Laughing, Peter swatted the airborne hay away before it could hit him. One stray straw made a home out of his hair, but their colors were so similar it was almost impossible to tell.
"Dude, I wasn't weird last time..." Peter insisted, but the trailing off of his voice said otherwise. "You'd've done the same thing if it was your first time eating artichoke. Right there in the name! Artichoke. How was I supposed to know you didn't swallow it whole, huh? And I only kissed your mom two times too many too near the mouth once after she saved my life, because the second time was an accident on account of the wonky chair leg and you know it, since I was only stuck in that seat because you won the coin toss."

















