Chasms of Copper

Chapter 15

[Edited]

Chase

Chase leapt up from the couch as soon as he heard the front door open. He turned around, smirking. "So? How did it go?"

"Good."

"Aw, come on, Roy! You can't just announce that you're going on a date, walk out the door, come back smiling, and not expect me to react!" Chase laughed. He flipped over to lay on his stomach and placed his hands on his chin. He adopted a feminine voice and swung his feet around in the air. "Go on, 'spill the tea, sis.'"

The Gamma sputtered in indignation. He groaned. "I should never have told you my plans for the day."

"Nah, I would have found out about them, anyway."

The brunette man's phone vibrated with a text alert. He quickly dug it out of his back pocket and examined the screen before grinning.

"Oh, here we go," the blonde's voice had a teasing lilt. "You're smiling--that means the text is from your lady-love."

"Shut up," Roy mumbled as his typed back a reply.

"Man, you've barely known her for a month and you're already whipped. I don't think I've seen you smile as much as you do when you're around her. It's like she thrills you!" He gasped and smiled, giving Roy the look. 

"Oh no," the brunette man had a horrified expression. "Please, not that! Anything but that song!" he groaned.

Chase grinned, evilly. He abruptly batted his eyelashes and adopted a girly voice. "Honey, honey, how he thrills me! Ah-hah! Honey, honey!" 

"No!!" Roy slammed his hands on the sides of his head. He turned to his left and ran into the living room, hands still clamped over his ears. Much to his dismay, the Beta followed, still singing at the top of his lungs.

"Honey, honey, nearly kills me. Ah-hah! Honey, honey!"

"No! It took me three months to get that song out of my head after your obsession with it!"

"I've heard about him before!"

"Chase, I'm begging you not to do this!"

"And wanted to know some more!" Chase disregarded his friend's plea.

"This is your last chance," Roy warned, reaching behind him. "Surrender now!"

"But now I know what they mean! He's a love machi---!!" The apricot-colored pillow smacked him right in the face. "Ow! Come on, man!" He exclaimed and rubbed at his nose. "That one had a button on it!"

The other man folded his arms in a satisfied fashion. "Well, button or not, it got you to shut your pie-hole."

"That reminds me," the blonde stopped rubbing his sore nose. "This pie-hole needs pie. I'm going to the kitchen."