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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Aug 7, 2012 3:51:53 GMT
Chase raised an eyebrow at Alex when he mentioned their shirts and then took his own off, but just shrugged and threw his own to the ground. He was so hot right now, he wasn't about to care. He just wanted to cool down a bit. "Popsicle?" Chase asked even though he was sure that was what Alex meant.
Chase let Alex pull him downstairs and to their kitchen. He waited with a smile on his face as Alex poured him a glass of pop and then handed it to him. Chase downed half of it in one go, he was that thirsty. "Yeah. I think we sounded great, actually. Brent's voice with us would be even better too. He's amazing. We just need to find a bassist and then we'll have an entire little band." Chase laughed as he took another drink.
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Sept 22, 2012 14:55:14 GMT
Alex forced himself to not bat a single eyelid in the direction of Chase's chest once he took off his shirt. You did not look at you new friend's body. Friendship didn't work like that. Alex sipped on his drink and tried desperately not to choke when a rogue droplet of liquid rolled down Chase's chest. Coughing and spluttering, the boy hastily busied himself with getting the pizza out of the boy and placing it on a tray covered in tin foil.
"W-We will... find a b-bass playerist in short time." Alex managed to choke out, covering his mouth with his hand as he coughed just after sliding the pizza into the oven. "Maybe Brent sh-should be coming soon?" Or maybe not. Two male friends in his house? He was having plenty of awkward moments with Chase as it was. Alex hoped he'd get over it soon - this was just a phase, right? It was all to do with "growing up".
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