This IS NOT an actual chapter (sorry)- but I wanted to give you guys something while you waited..... so here's a short extra of our argumentative gay dorks arguing over monopoly.

Next chapter will be out sometime in November (Happy Halloween btw!).



After I finished washing the dishes, I stood awkwardly by the counter while Shawn sat silently at the table. Without love, murder, sex, murderers and ultimatums to talk about, we were kind of at a loss.

"...Well, I'm going to go get my phone." I said, breaking the thick silence.

"What, so you can text Mr. Las Vegas?" Shawn asked with a glare.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't forget Spike and Henry Ross- my other booty calls." I added sarcastically.

"Watch it." Shawn cautioned, keeping his calm glare.

I sighed. OK, so Shawn wasn't in the mood to let me text my fucking friends. I walked around the counter and sat across from him wordlessly.

Another awkward silence. "... Do you have any video games?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Nope. I have board games though."

"Which ones?" He sighed.

"Umm... chess, battleship,... uh." I trailed off; it'd been a while since I last played board games.

Shawn shrugged. "We can play chess." He said.

"No way, you'll beat me." I disagreed. Shawn was obviously a fucking genius or something- and I played to win. "I also have Clue, Snakes n' Ladders, -Oh! Dogopoly!" I exclaimed.

Shawn raised an eyebrow. "What the hell is that?" He asked.

"It's exactly like Monopoly... but, with dogs." I explained.

"Why didn't you just get monopoly?" Shawn asked curiously.

"I used to want a dog, but my mom was worried that expenses would go through the roof if it got sick, so she got me the next best thing; dog themed monopoly."

Shawn laughed. "Alright, let's play some dog themed monopoly then."

After arguing for about twenty minutes about which fucking tokens each of us should have (thinking back, I should have just given in at the start and let him be the flea token), we started the game. Naturally, we began arguing pettily again about halfway through the game.

"Shit, how did you get so many hotels there?" I grumbled, thrusting the fake money at him. "I thought that I basically cleaned you out when you landed on the poodle..."

He shrugged. "Yeah, but you landed on the Great Dane a while back." He replied, taking the money.

"But you only had one house on it back then." I insisted. Yeah, it was just a game- but I wasn't about to get cheated out of my fake blue and pink money.

Shawn chuckled. "You know, you're pretty intense about Monopoly."

"I play to win." I replied seriously. Then Shawn set another damn hotel on his damn beagle. I narrowed my eyes at him. "No seriously, tell me when you got all that money." I pried suspiciously.

Shawn scoffed cynically. "What, can't stand to lose at Monopoly?" He asked mockingly. Oh no, I wasn't taking the damn bait. I glowered at him suspiciously.

His mocking smile dropped. He shifted his gaze away from me. "... Alright, I stole from the 'bank'."

If I wasn't already expecting it, I might've been angry. I snickered. "So you're the one who can't stand to lose in dog Monopoly."

"Well, I was thinking; if I was actually going to get rich and own lots of properties-"

"But you're already rich." I interrupted, gesturing towards the door to his Porsche.

"I guess, but I mean if I was even more loaded. I would've gotten that money illegally, so stealing from the bank seemed like a good idea." Shawn explained.

I smiled. "Oh I see, so you wanted the game of dog monopoly to be more realistic?" I asked sarcastically.

Shawn sighed and ran a hand begrudgingly through his hair. "Okay fine, I didn't want to lose... at a game of dog monopoly." He grumbled.

"Realistic my ass." I snorted derisively.

"Hm? What was that about your ass?" Shawn asked, pretending like he didn't fucking hear the rest.

I sighed; it wasn't a surprise that he was trying to get out of the conversation like this... "Why don't we-"

"What was that? You want to get legally married then go to Europe for the honeymoon?" He interrupted. "Well, I'm more of a 'tropical vacation' kind of person, but if you really want to go to Europe-"

"Damnit Shawn!" I yelled, slamming my hand down onto the table.

Shawn grinned widely. "What? You want to go to Paris- the City of Love- for the honeymoon? How romantic Jake, why didn't I think of that?" He continued.

"You did think of that you motherfucker." I whispered angrily, unable to hold back.

He leaned forward with the same shit-eating grin. "Hm? But don't you think the Eiffel tower's a dangerous place to have sex?" He whispered back.

"That's it!" I yelled, standing from the coffee table. "I'm getting my fucking phone!" I marched off towards my room.

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I wrote this a while ago (because I forgot the plot existed), but altered it so it didn't interfere with the plot. Also, fun fact, Dogopoly is a real version of Monopoly (and I own it- it made me popular in elementary school because dogs were cool.)

I hope that this sort of compensates for not updating this month! Thanks again for reading!