Only You.

Chapter 9

"Shao! Aye yo Shaolin you here?" 

Someone came yelling into Shao's den.

Zeke and Shaolin were still sound asleep under the sheets in each other's arms.

"Have you seen Zeke rec-" 

He stopped coming into the room. 

There he saw Shaolin and Zeke in bed together without their clothes. 

He shuddered, surprised at what he was seeing. 

He blinked twice. 

Suddenly Shao and Zeke began to slowly wake up from the loud yelling.

Shao opened his eyes wide and frantically sat up covering his bare body with a blanket.

"Shit Diz. How the fuck did you get in here?" 

His heart raced with embarrassment.

"I ju- I was jus- For Zeke to-" 

He stuttered, his eyes darting from Shao to Zeke starting to wake up in the bed. He was confused and shocked at what he was seeing.

Zeke rubbed his eyes, rolling over to find Shao was no longer laying next to him. 

He sat up seeing Dizzee before him, his mouth open in shock. 

Quickly he covered his body with the sheets.

"Dizzee? How- I mean- What are you doing here?" He asked, confused.

"I was lookin for you. We didn't know what happened to you. No one seen you at school. I knew somethin was up. If anyone knew where you was, I knew it was Shao. But I'm sorry man. I- I didn't mean to- I didn't know yall was- I mean. I'm gonna go." 

Dizzy looked nervously around fidgeting with his hands. 

He turned to leave.

"Wait. Just give us a sec to-" 

Zeke motioned down at his body under the sheets.

"Yeah. I'll be..in there." Dizzee stated, awkwardly walking back into the main room. 

He sat down on the couch taking a deep breath.

Shaolin slipped his black leather pants back on with his red boots. 

He nervously turned back to Zeke as he buttoned up his shirt. He gave Zeke a reassuring nod.

Zeke stopped what he was doing distracted by Shao's exposed chest and that ass in those tight jeans he loved so much. 

Focus Zeke. 

He stared as Shao walked towards Dizzee in the next room.

Shaolin walked in the room calmly like everything was normal. 

He made his way over to his cabinet where he stored the liquor.

"Yo Dizzee want somethin to drink?" He offered pouring himself a glass.

Dizzee shifted in his seat.

"Nah I'm cool."

Shao brought the glass to his lips, walking over to his turntables. 

He sat the drink down, looking through his records. 

Once he found one to his liking, he played it softly, like background music.

Zeke stumbled in fixing the collar of his shirt. 

Both Dizzee and Shao looked in his direction.