The Summer Fling (Poofless AU)

21 - Champagne

"In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way
I have to go to bed by day." - Robert Louis Stevenson

Preston's POV

"Good Lord Brandon, I never would have thought that you would be so flexible! You did flips and somersaults like they were nothing!"

I plopped myself on the dark colored grass and watched Brandon do a front flip. After he did he sat in front of my and started playing with the grass.

"Well, when your dad is a cheerleader coach it kind of just happens."

"I envy your flexibility dude."

The streetlights came on when the sun started to set. We should probably head inside soon, I'm pretty sure that Robs going to wanna go over a couple of things.

"How come? Wait no I know why. It's for when you and Rob get freaky huh?"

I began to feel flustered at Brandons words. He started laughing soon at my reaction. Psh, stupid Brandon I could do a lot more things if I were as flexible as him. I could chun butter faster for instance.

Wait, hold up Preston we are not in the seventeen hundreds.

"Pssh, I wish. We aren't even dating yet."

"Preston are you for real right now? Vikk and Lachlan told everyone about what happened in the kitchen yesterday."

Those plebs, well I'm not really that surprised. I would have done the same thing In all honesty. Anyway, Rob and I can't date. I can't do that to him, I just can't. I'm going to end up hurting him more if we are dating and he finds out about the deal.

"Well, I mean I don't know it's complicated."

"Hey! Those are things people my age say!"

Brandon threw grass at me, making me stick my tongue out.

"Oh shut up, come on it's getting late and we've been training all day."

I stood up and shook the blades of grass off of me. How much grass did he throw at me?! Every time I get a piece off of me a new one appears. It's like it's regenerating or something. I looked down at Brandon who was still sitting on the ground, throwing the pieces that fell off and putting them back on me.

"Brandon knock it off will ya?!"

"Fine but help me up."

Brandon stuck his hand out, waiting for me to pull him up. Man, this guy sure is something. I stuck my hand out jerked Brandon forward.

We started walking to the back door of the house. Thank everything that is sugary and sweet that Mr.Felix has a decent backyard. He lets me mow the front yard but he won't let me mow the back. He has people for that, apparently when he has guests over his backyard is his prized possession.

There's different pieces of art work in the backyard that made it fancy. I personal didn't care for it but I liked how the art looked by themselves.

Brandon and I went inside the house and joined everyone that was sitting in the living room.

"There you are Brandon, here's your phone I put everyones number and gamer tag in for you."

I looked over to my side and saw Brandon toying with his new electronic.

"Err thanks.....Vikk?"

"Yep if it's easier you can just call me by my gamer tag, Vikkstar123."

"Okay, thanks."

"BRANDON STICK YOUR ARM OUT!"

Rob came rushing down stairs with an uncapped marker in his hand.

"Um sure?"

He stuck his arm down and Rob wrote something on his arm.

"It was hard finding your gamer tag but I found it eventuall, Petezahhutt."

"Petezahhutt?"

Everyone questioned Brandon gamer tag. Does he have like some infatuation with Pizza Hut? I mean I genuinely want to know because he could hook me up with some free pizza.

"Yeah, I was stoned and I was eatting Pizza. I was playing a game and I needed a name. So Petezahhutt was born."

"Well, damn Brandon I didn't think you were a stoner but eh whatever I don't judge. Anyways I have a couple of things I want to talk about before we all go to bed early."

"Now, I just want to make sure. Is everyone okay with us basically just going in with our fists? What I mean is that these guys may have guns and stuff and I'm just making sure that we are all on the same page."

"I don't like guns so I won't use one."

"I just want to hurt them, I don't want to end their l ife."

"Real men don't fight with guns."

"Er, I know how to use a gun because of all the gun ranges in Texas but I prefer not to use a firearm."

"Guns are for losers."

"Yeah, we have our intelligence and our fists. They might have they brawn but we have the brains."

"Whenever I think of guns, I think of death. No one will die today. Now knocked out? Yes."

"Good to know that we're all on the same page."

"Now before everyone heads to bed I just have two more things. Everyone put Brandons number and game tag in, Someone put mine in for me It's on the table."

Rob ran off to the kitchen, leaving everyone to put Brandons info in their phone. I grabbed Robs phone and put Brandons information in.

"Everyone get Brandons information in?!"

"Yep!"

Rob came back with a tray of champagne in tall skinny glasses. Yes, champagne is one of the top drinks I like because of how bubbly amd crisp it is.

Woofless handed everyone a glass and set the tray down on the table.

"Now I know this is technically illegal but I want to celebrate all the hard work everyone has done."

Rob raised his glass in the air, causing everyone to stand up along side of him and raise their own glasses.

"A toast towards everyones hard work! Tomorrow we will accomplish our goal with flying fucking colors!"

Fragile clanks and clacks were heard as everyone touched their glasses together.

"Bottoms up boys! Let tomorrow be a mark in con artist history!"

I tipped the elegant drink into my mouth and drowned it down. At first it was like a light burn but after it tasted like a fresh red apple.

Lets hope that tomorrow goes as smoothly as Rob planned.

A/N: Thank you all for the kind words in the last chapter. I decided to not write yesterday because I wasn't feeling it and needed a day to myself. :) Thanks everyone for being so thoughtful and nice

(P.S: Also sorry if I offend anyone with the guns thing, that's just how I personally feel about them)

#Summer