"It's a bad idea, and you know it." John says as he reads a book from across the room. I'm buttoning up my shirt as Roger walks in.
"It's not like I have a choice." I sigh as I turn to look at the blonde boy.
"My parent's aren't that strict." Roger walks closer to me and starts to slowly unbotton my shirt. His warm hands brushed up against my cold skin. He left four buttons actually buttoned, the rest of the shirt is open, exposing my tan skin. "Let loose. They aren't gonna hound you for wearing the wrong shoes." Roger says with a laugh before exitting the room. I release a breath of air I didn't realise I was holding.
"Told you. It's a bad idea. Fake relationships always end up with one of you falling in love with the other." John says with a laugh, "Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky and you'll both fall in love. But, we aren't in a story written by a sad writer with no free time. This is real life, and shit like that rarely happens."
"Roger's straight. I'm straight. There's nothing to worry about." I brush off John's comments as I get used to the cold air hitting my exposed chest.
"Yeah... Whatever you say." John poorly holds in a chuckle.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"Nothing... It means nothing." John whispers.
AN
-GROOVYLADY
