Frat Boys 😳

Best (boy)friends for life

Chase's POV

After I got home from that sick-ass party I entered my room and laid down in bed.
That was one hell of a homie, I thought to myself. I blushed at the thought of him but in a bro kind of way. I thought of how he had his arms wrapped around my waist as he kissed me in the broom closet. The way he whispered in my ear "no homo" still gives me chills.
I stripped to my boxers, laid back in bed, and turned to my side, pulling my blanket over top of me and slowly closed my eyes. I then dreamed about my new and hot-ass homie, Kevin.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
I squinted my eyes and sat up. I picked up my alarm that was screaming in my face and chucked it cause they're stupid. I rubbed the sleep out on my eyes and got out of bed, changed, and headed downstairs to the living room.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, BETH?"
"I-I'm making you breakfast.."
I was furious. Who does she think she is? The boss of the house?
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE BASEMENT IN YOUR CAGE LIKE A GOOD GIRLFRIEND."
She looked at me, dropped the glass plate she was holding, and ran to the basement.
"Fuckin bitch," I muttered.
I made myself a protein shake and went outside to go longboarding.

TIME SKIP TO LATER THAT DAY

I drove up to the party me and Kevin were gonna meet at. I saw him sitting on the porch so I ran to him and did our dude-bro handshake that we created last night. I smacked his hot ass and we both walked inside. We hung out for a bit and then decided to split and meet other people at the party. I went into the kitchen because there seemed to be some kind of commotion. This one guy was chugging straight-up vodka for a dollar. He was so hot chugging it. The way his adam's apple bobbed up and down. The way his sweat trickled down his forehead. The way he gripped the bottle. He slammed the empty bottle down onto the counter, turned, and threw up. I ran to him and grabbed his hand (in a bro kind of way) he turned to me and looked deep into my eyes. I reached to my left and grabbed a napkin and wiped his face. We sat on the floor for a moment and admired each other.
"Hey dude, you alright?"
"Yeah bro, some homie bet me a dollar if I could chug a couple. Piece of cake."
"Piece of cake, huh. I see you have a nice cake yourself."
I winked at him and bit my lip
He bit his lip back
"So, what's your name bro? I'm Chase"
"Travis."
I poured him a glass of water and he rinsed his mouth. I then lightly touched his chin and turned his head to face me. I leaned in for a kiss.

A while later I ventured into the basement in search of more homies to make out with- I mean talk about sports and how bad women are and shit. I walked down the stairs and gazed around the room. My eyes then met with another potential homie who was standing at a ping-pong table by himself. His glittering eyes were looking deep inside of me. He looked away, realizing I caught him staring. I then realized he was a ping-pong bro with no one to play with. I walked towards him and he turned his head a little again, flashing his pretty eyes at me.
I stuck out my hand
"Sup dude, the name's Chase! Wanna play?"
"Yeah, man! I'm Conner!"
We played for hours. We stopped and sat on the couch. We talked for a while until he grabbed my shoulder and pushed it into the couch. He leaned in and we made out for a bit. We exchanged "no homos" and continued. We got up and walked upstairs. I drank a shit ton of the spiked punch and blacked out on the couch at the party.