Chapter 1

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Ken has it all. The girls, the money, the car, and the grades. Ryan, on the other hand, has Raquelle, absent parents, and no friends. Ryan parks his car in the empty driveway of his house, walks through the unlocked door, throws his bag against the wall, and lets his body fall onto the living room couch.

"Ryan is that you?" Raquelle yells from her room upstairs.

"Yeah," he half-murmurs. Ryan turns on the TV, he doesn't bother doing his homework, his parents won't care, so he doesn't either. After absently staring at the television for only a few minutes, he falls asleep on the slightly musty, old red couch.

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When Ken wakes up from his daily 3 o'clock nap he checks his phone.

1 new message from Barbie<3

Great, he thinks. It's not that he doesn't like his girlfriend, it's that she can be terribly annoying. He opens the message:

B: Hey babe!!! Wanna go to a party on friday at raquelle's house?

Even though Raquelle has some weird obsession with him, Ken can't turn down a party.

K: Sure!!

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On Wednesday morning Ken enters his first period class. He sits down next to his biggest enemy, Ryan.

Ken hates everything about Ryan, he hates his swoopy hair and his style and the fact that hes totally in love with barbie.

"Sup loser," Ryan says when Ken sits down. Ken groans as a reply. The bell rings and the teacher starts class.

"Alright class, these next two weeks you will be doing a new fun project!" The whole class sighs, "You will be partnered with the person next to you." Ken gasps in horror. He sits next to Ryan! He is disgusted. The teacher goes on and explains the project. They have to map a giant model of the male reproductive system.

Ken turns to Ryan and says, "My house after school?" Ryan mutters an "Ok," obviously upset about the pairing as well.

Ryan pulls up to Ken's giant mansion on groans, I hate ken and his stupid fancy house. HE knocks on the front door after walking up to the porch with like 20,000 steps. Some random old guy opens the door. "Hello, are you Ryan? Mr. Carson is expecting you in his bedroom.

The butler guy leads ryan to the elevator and says, "Third floor, second door to the right." Ryan presses the button with the three on it. When the door opens. Ken is waiting for him. He is wearing skin tight jeans and a tank top. Ryan thinks, wow he's muscular!

"Hello, Kenneth," Ryan says, annoyed. He pushes past Ken and makes his way to Ken's room (😏).

"Um-hi?" Ken says, confused because Ryan just walks into his room. His room is spotless thanks to the families' in-house maid. He has dull gray walls and a black carpet and navy blue sheets on his queen sized bed.

"Your room is...gray," Ryan comments.

Ken pulls out a can of modge podge he bought at the store.

"So you just wanna get this over with?"

"Yeah," Ryan replies.

After a while, both of the boys get bored and start talking.

"So ryan, do you have a girlfriend????" Ken asks.

"Yeah," Ryan lies.

"She go to Swift High?"

"No she's in college," very cool ryan.

"Oh. I have a girlfriend."

"Everyone knows that loser," Ryan replies.

"Oh by the way im going to the party at your house on friday." Ken says

"Ok lol idc" ryan replies.

Soon enough they got hungry (ellos tiene hambre) so they decided to walk down to starbucks on the corner.

"I'll have the taylor swift latte," Ryan orders. Ken gets straight black coffee since he is really straight and masculine like black coffee.

"Really? Nothing else? Just straight coffee??" Ryan teases once they've both been drinking thier coffee for awhile.

"I like it straight." Ken says. (Lies)

Ryan looks at ken's eyes and think: wow they look so brown and sexy. Ryan blushes, WHY THE FUCK DID HE JUST CALL KEN'S EyES SEXC???????? He must be on drugs.

And it turns out he is.

A few seconds later he totally passes out because Raquelle slipped some Xanax into Ryan's coffee so she could have time with Ken.

Ken gasps and catches ryan, throwing his coffee on the floor in the process. He suddenly realizes that's weird and drops Ryan, giving him a mild concussion.

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