chris howell

I told you this was a bad idea. I suck at these games. Now you’ve got to deal with the consequences.

"I didn't think you'd be this bad, Kenzie."

I told you this was a bad idea. I suck at these games. Now you’ve got to deal with the consequences.

"I didn't think you'd be this bad, Kenzie."

"I don’t know how to move my thumbs."

"I am so tired of losing, let's switch games."

"Fuck you; this isn’t my first time playing. It’s just been a while. I don’t think we’ve played video games together since we’ve lived in the same house."

"You weren't good then either."

I told you this was a bad idea. I suck at these games. Now you’ve got to deal with the consequences.

"I didn't think you'd be this bad, Kenzie."

“Or. Or, you can take my remote and shove it up your bum. I didn’t even want to play in the first place! This is you’re own fault, Christopher.”

"It's really not my fault that you are shit at video games."

"I like the enthusiasm, man. But can you at least make sure you have ammo before you throw yourself at another zombie?"

U pick favorites and only reply to them. Your a pathetic rper and it shows.

"I offered her ten dollars to do it, but that little shit conned me for twenty..."

Jude sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want my parents to hate you…so let’s not do that.” Glancing down, he grimaced at the sight of his plaid shorts and polo shirt, only dressed for the occasion set by his parents. When the bellhop came around and had to warn Chris that smoking wasn’t allowed, Jude cast a side eyed glance toward his best friend. “Since when do you smoke?” Not that it mattered, depending on what Chris was implying when he wanted to smoke, but he just didn’t want to get in trouble. Just for not being around as much as he was supposed to, mostly because events like this didn’t interest him much and he was always ignored by everyone anyway, Jude was already on thin ice with his parents. “What? You’re not totally thrilled that all this can be yours?” He posed sarcastically, arms gestured to the golf course before them.

"Your parents love me, okay, Jude Hartman? They essentially want me to marry you," Chris joked. The place was very primp and proper, a soft cream color was the only way to describe it - in both a metaphoric and literal sense. Chris's hair was the only thing that stood out, other than that he was dressed similar to Jude. A man with a white polo and khaki shorts offered Chris and Jude as glass of water, addressing Jude as Mr. Hartman. Chris couldn't help but to laugh, before except the beverage. "Dude, this place is hilarious, but I'm going to be so terrible...and we look like complete douches."

Obviously he’s not trying hard enough. When are you going to see that you’re so blinded by him?”

"I'm not blinded by him, Fallon. I’m not 10 anymore, I’m an adult…"

"Well, duh, he’s a fucking cop, it’s his job to be concerned and at least that’s one job he’s doing right. Legal crime crap or not, he’s still a pushy asshole."

"I don't think you give him enough credit, Fal. He's really trying..."

No thank fuck. I’d have probably shit myself from being so afraid. Were you?