KNEE SOCKS - jacob bertrand

EIGHTEEN

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"No touching, no kissing, no eye sex. Oh, and no talking to one another, if you can help it." Leo listed off rules as he pulled into the driveway of the shared house of Xolo and Jacob.

Charlie scoffed, sending Leo her best evil eye in the rear view mirror. Fallon turned around in the passenger seat to look at Charlie, and stuck out her hand for a high five.

"Go get that dick!" Fallon whispered as Charlie slapped her hand, snorting with laughter.

"Fallon, you imbecile. Don't say that! Charlie, do not go near that region. If you're lucky, he won't have anything down there and instead will look like a Ken doll..." Leo grumbled as he opened his door. Charlie got out, and quickly skipped to match Leo's step.

"Leopold, I love you. But you have nothing to worry about, I don't plan on cooking the chimichanga with Jacob. I wanna beat his ass in Magic!"

Leo's eyes widened at the innuendo, while Fallon was doubled over in hiccuping laughter. Charlie patted her back as they made their way to the front door. She could already hear the faint echo of voices as Leo rapped on the door. Charlie felt Fallon bump her hip, and turned her head to see her grinning ear to ear.

Earlier that day, Charlie and Fallon had discussed their male interests at length; Charlie, too scared to make a move, and Fallon, too annoyed that Xolo hadn't made a move yet. They had both decided that they were going to take matters into their own hands; no matter if they were successful or not.

The door opened to reveal a smiley Xolo, who's cheeks were rosy with the tint only alcohol provided. Charlie watched as his eyes caught Fallon's and his cheeks burned even brighter.

"Friends, welcome to my humble abode."

"Our humble abode!" Jacob's voice echoed from another room. Xolo rolled his eyes as he ushered their group inside. The hallway already exuded "boy"; shoes piled everywhere, a tilted, poorly taped Pearl Jam poster, and a torn-up X-Box package littered in pieces.

Leo crinkled his nose as he stepped over the piles. "Sometimes, I'm glad I live with women." Fallon snorted. "Of fucking course you are -- otherwise, how would anything get done?"

"Mm, I wouldn't count us out quite yet. Jacob and I are very proud of our casa -- even the toilet is clean!" Xolo wiggled his eyebrows in Fallon's direction, clearly looking for praise. Fallon lightly smacked his arm, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.

"So, uh," Xolo cleared his throat. "Would you like a tour?" He questioned pointedly at Fallon. Fallon gave a slight nod, following Xolo down the hallway. As they were about to turn into another room, Fallon's head peeked over her shoulder, and Charlie shot her two big thumbs up, dancing from foot to foot. Leo scoffed, turning to his little sister.

"If there was a competition of which soon-to-be couple was more oblivious to the other's feelings, I'm not even sure you would win; that's how bad this is."

Charlie flicked her thumb onto Leo's forehead, and walked towards the echoing of voices she heard earlier. She turned around the opposite corner into a joint kitchen and living room, where around a small table, a shirtless Tanner was arguing with Jacob, who was sporting a purple cowboy hat and an unbuttoned Hawaiian-style shirt. Her eyes flitted over to Peyton, who was wearing pink sunglasses, with Magic cards in one hand and a red solo cup in the other. Lastly, a clearly hammered Gianni was intensely reading a rules sheet, his feet resting on top of the table.