As usual, Connor entered the house without even knocking on the door. Not that he was rude, but the Simpsons had considered him part of the family since the younger Simpson became friends with him.
He made his way to the kitchen, then walked around the home looking for any sign of someone being there, only to find his hardworking friend.
"What's the plan for today?" He leaned against the frame of the open door when he found Brad's room. He stood there as he took a sip of the drink he held in his hand waiting for an answer from the older man focused doing something on his computer.
"None." As he made himself comfortable on the bed, Brad answered his question.
"We're home alone?"
"Beer. Pizza. What do you say?" Brad suggested. He got up from the chair with the intention of going for more of that drink whose taste was surely infused on his friend's lips.
"Pepperoni!?" Connor shouted for Brad to hear him as he went through his phone in search of the restaurant's phone number.
"Corona!?" He heard Brad's voice coming from downstairs.
"Is that a question!?" Brad rolled his eyes at Connor's answer.
"Football or Netflix?" Connor asked.
"Is that a question?" It was Connor's time to roll his eyes.
The swear words both boys shouted at the tv while they dined on good pizzas and ravaged the beers in Brad's father's fridge had been worth it. Up to now, they had brought bigger speakers to have a better sound, what they didn't know is that they're louder than the tv volume itself. And more beers and food from the kitchen ended up on the living room table in front of them.
At one point Brad brought the pillows from his bed, so they could both get comfortable before playing a movie that caught both young men's attention.
"Can you stop it, B?"
"I'm not comfortable."
"Let me know when we can watch the movie then."
Brad continued to try to get comfortable on the couch. He lay on his stomach. He lay back down on his back. He even tried lying on his left side as Connor was behind him.
Brad didn't like the position he was lying in.
Connor felt his friend's eyes on him, so he stopped what he was doing on his phone and looked into those brown eyes that were looking at him with such desperation.
"What's wrong?"
"Can we switch positions? Please?" The older begged.
Connor surrendered to Brad. Not because he was looking at him, but because he already wanted to watch that movie and Brad was getting him on his nerves.
Both ended up switching positions. That way, Brad was cuddling him, more like spooning him.
"Is this better for you?"
"Much better. How about you?"
"if I'm honest, I like it like this way too much."
It wasn't long before they had to interrupt the film to get more blankets to protect themselves from the cold that was beginning to set in.
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Since the last time Connor checked on Brad, he was already asleep, but soon Connor fell asleep in his friend's arms.
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Maybe it was too much beer what knocked them out. They were sleeping so soundly that they didn't notice when Brad's parents walked through the door and were fortunate enough to see the beautiful scene where their house was a mess: the living room table full of dishes and pizza boxes on it, cans of beer as well. The kitchen was just as much of a mess. Not to mention the two boys lying on that couch, they were wasted.
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Next day after being punished by their parents, both got a text from a group chat both families are added to. It was a photo. A photo provided by Anne taken by Nat from Derek's phone.
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