Don't give me that "do goody good"...

Putting down the phone from your ear finally, you turn to see Logan stretching out on the floor, his arms above his head and legs perfectly straight while he arches his back as if he was a cat.

"Ah, nothing beats a stretch after some floor sleep...so man, who were you talking to just now?" He asks, and a small yet noticeable grin breaks out from inside your mind and shows up on your face.

"Oh, that was just my dad's latest piece of arm candy, Trisha. But dude, that's not the thing that matters!" You say excitedly, bouncing on your heels as you wait for him to stand up.

"Oh? She hot?" He asks, making you stop your giddy movements.

"Uhh...I never met her in-person, but I think my dad told me she was Asian before? Something about meeting her at some party?" You say, confused at how to answer your friend's question, but he smiles anyways.

"Oh, your old man has good taste then...anyways, continue on, man." He says nonchalantly.

"Okay so, you know how my family gave me that massive sum of money just to leave me alone here, right?" You ask him, and he nods along. You know he probably either doesn't remember or simply doesn't understand why you said it, but you're too happy to give out to him over it.

"Okay, so they just told me they're sending a bunch more money to me as basically a bribe for me to join my father's business!" You announce to Logan, and he finally perks up as he hears this.

"So...how much are we talking?" He asks, a smile spreading on his face as well. Meanwhile, you try to hide your grin the best you can as your mind races.

"Oh, nothing much.....to him anyways! My dad's giving me a few hundred grand!" You tell him, and Logan pulls you into a big bearhug out of joy, crushing you against his lanky body.

"Hell yeah, man! That could cover us for, I dunno man, a while!" He says, releasing you from his grasp. You stagger briefly before regaining your footing, and turn for just a moment to pick up some of the trash lying around the floor, only to turn and see Logan typing away on his phone. Without hesitation, you drop everything you picked up and snatch it out of his hands.

"Aw, come on man...don't you know what that much money could get us? We could, like, rule this whole city, man!" He says, but something in your mind is coming in a lot clearer than usual: you can't listen to this man. Keeping hold of the phone, you put it into your pants pocket.

"Logan, it is MY money, not yours! I'm going to decide how it gets spent, and I want to make sure that we're spending less time doing what we did last night and more time living like...I dunno, responsible people?" You tell him, and any happiness on his face leaves him.

"You're so greedy...you can't share some of that with your best friend, your ONLY friend?" He says, and your joy leaves you as well.

"I'm sorry, are you trying to guilt trip me now? Like I said Logan, it is MY money!" You tell him.

"And like I said, man, we could RULE this city! Just let me use some of that money to set us up, and we would be golden!" He argues back, his voice getting a bit heavier.

"No! You have no idea what you would even do with the money if I let you use it! You'd probably just go blow it on more **** for us, and while I enjoy getting wasted with you, I also don't want you buying more than we can cash out and getting us in debt to some shady people!" You spit back, and the tension in the room only rises.

"Man, that happened ONCE! ONCE! And you know what? It all worked out fine! That guy is gone now, I never have to see him again, and everything is paid off!" He starts to yell, getting you even more heated at him.

"That man is why you got kicked out of your goddamn home in the first place, Logan! My decision is final, the money is MINE!" You snap at him, and for a moment, all is quiet. That is until Logan starts walking for the door.

"Give me back my phone. I'm going out." He says coldly, and you know exactly what that usually means. While he may be your only friend, you aren't his only friend, and you recognize that he's just going to go crash somewhere else. With anger burning in your eyes, you toss the phone at him and he barely catches it. Without another word, he stomps out the door, and you watch him start to walk away.

Your frustration boils over as you begin furiously punching the couch behind you until your hands start to hurt, then continuing the unnecessary **** by kicking it a few times until your foot and shin also are causing you pain.

Readying another punch to the innocent couch, you hear the doorbell to your house ring and storm to the door, swinging it open.

"What?!" You yell, before then noticing the person standing before you. Your rage instantly subsides as standing before you is Charlotte, one of your neighbors.

Unlike most of the others in the neighborhood, Charlotte is not just one of the only women that live anywhere nearby, but the only one to be close-ish to your age, being your senior by about half a year if that. You had never really talked with her when you had the chance, but that was because she, to put it simply, was light-years out of your league. She was absolutely stunning. A leggy, towering, bubbly blonde bombshell who you admit was, more often than not, the subject of your fantasies.

Whenever you weren't **** out of your mind or suffering from nightmares (or whatever last night's dream...thing was), you were thinking about her. About her laugh, about her smile, about her body, about anything and everything involving her.

Your sudden calmness does let the tension from the argument with Logan begin to reveal itself, and she nervously takes a step back.

"Uh, sorry for disturbing you, I just was coming over to check up on what was happening? You and your, uh, friend there were getting pretty loud...I just wanted to make sure that police didn't have to get involved." She says, and you try your best to smile in a not-creepy or perverted way.

"N-No, uh, n-nothing's w-w-wrong...m-me and my b-buddy w-were just h-having an argument..." You stop for a moment, before suddenly deciding now would be the best time to have a swell of confidence within you. "I just had my parents tell me I was getting a major windfall of money and he wanted to use some of it without my permission. I told him no, and he got upset...that's really it." You tell her, her eyes seeming to have lit up as you spoke.

"Ohhh, okay...so, was that whole thing he said true? About him being your ONLY friend?" She asks. Ouch, it stung coming from him, but to hear someone else say it...that's a whole different type of pain.

"Y-Yeah, it was. I wasn't exactly the popular kid in high school last year...or any year for that matter." You tell her, and she gives a small laugh to you.

_"Did...did she just laugh at that?" _You think to yourself.

"Alright, well, you have a good day then. Don't make me really have to call the cops on you!" Charlotte says before walking off, your eyes drawn to her thick ass as it sways and bounces with each step she takes before you finally close the door.

The rest of the day seems to go by like a blur from there, as outside of checking your bank info to make sure the money is really there (which it is...), you mostly just have to deal with Logan's brag-texting about not needing you as well as the thoughts replaying from what happened earlier with Charlotte. As the hours tick away, another wasted day is ended by you falling asleep in your enormous bed...a shame you are in it alone.