#chobbie

“Kirby? Really? Kirby?” Robbie scoffed once more, then looked over at Charlie pathetically, “How are you both not bored too death of each other? How do you both have the energy to torment each other? Fuck man.” Kirby and Charlie were like a song that got played over and over, you knew all the words, and then after a while, you never wanted to hear that song anymore. That was Kirby and Charlie, and Robbie wanted to turn them both off once and for all, or at least hear a new song from them. Robbie laughed anyway, because he was stoned, and he found the situation to be so unbelievable, “What did she do now to get you so fucking hot and bothered?” Robbie looked over at Charlie sympathetically, he hated to see him so wrecked, he was a decent guy that dealt with lots of crap, family life and women. All that crap, “Sounds like you need to put a nail in the coffin.”

Charlie shrugged, totally understanding why Robbie and everyone else was tired of hearing about the Walker/Reed Saga. He got pretty sick of it too once upon a time. “I guess I was just subconsciously looking for anything to break up the monotony of my current situation. And there Kirby was, dropped into my Screenwriting class as if the universe thought it was the perfect time to fuck with me.” He laughed, taking another hit before passing the joint over to Robbie. “Nah, it’s nothing that serious really. She’s nice to talk to, most of the time anyways, and nice to look at. Have you seen her lately?” His eyes widened for emphasis. “And by the way, we’re going to have a new reptilian roommate moving in sometime tomorrow.”