What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

An almost permanent sleepover.

The bell rang throughout the school, indicating the day had come to an end. Emory grabbed his bag and swung it over his shoulder as he stood up.

It was the perfect sound to hear on a Tuesday afternoon. Emory had been waiting impatiently all day to get out of school, as he had been wanting to go to Tyler's house since they arranged the plans.

He had never been to Tyler's house, he had only ever invited Tyler over to his. He had asked before, but he was shut down immediately for no reason.

Emory walked out of the art classroom, speed-walking down the hall to get out the front doors. As he walked outside, the cold air brushed against his face as he headed to the parking lot.

While he walked through it, a familiar car pulled up next to him. Well, one of the familiar cars he remembered. Red had too many to keep track of, but from what Emory remembered, Red owned a black GMC Yukon AT4. It wasn't Emory's favorite out of all the cars he'd seen Red drive, but it was still a nice car.

Red parked beside Emory, rolling the window down and leaning out.
"Get in," He commanded, unlocking the doors. Emory hesitated as he stared at Red, not getting in the car.

"I have a ride already," Emory responded, glancing around the parking lot to try and locate who was picking him up.

"Really? Who?" Red asked, his eyebrows scrunching slightly as he kept his eyes on Emory.

"Tyler. He's picking me up because I'm going over today," Emory mumbled, avoiding Red's gaze. Red paused and nodded slightly, leaning back inside one of his many cars.

"Oh, really now? You've driven with him before?" Red questioned, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as he looked through the windshield.

"No? I haven't, why does it matter?" Emory followed up, crossing his arms over his chest as he snapped his eyes back over to Red.

"What if he's a shit driver? I think I should bring you," Red responded, turning his head to look at Emory, who was now getting irritated.

"I think he knows how to drive, Red. You're acting like he just got his license," Emory grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"That's a good point. How long has he had his license?" Red tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes.

"He passed his driving test on his first go. He's been driving for four years," Emory sighed, running a hand through his hair before letting his arms fall limp by his sides.

"Where's his car?" Red asked, turning to scan the parking lot. Emory gritted his teeth, his annoyance increasing with each passing second. He took a deep breath before pointing to a white Subaru Crosstrek.

Red studied the car for a few seconds before turning his attention to Emory once again.
"What's his address?" He pulled his phone out, glancing at Emory as he waited for an answer.

"I don't know. He's driving, I don't need to know the address," Emory replied, furrowing his brows at the odd, unnecessary questions. Red sighed, shutting his phone off and placing it back in his pocket.

"I can figure it out on my own, anyway," He muttered to himself, Emory making a confused expression as he heard Red say something.

"What?" He asked, taking a small step forward to hear Red better.

"Nothing. But listen, call me if anything happens. Anything, Emory," Red said, holding eye contact with Emory as he spoke. Emory rolled his eyes but just nodded.