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

A decent enough deal

Red walked Emory into his apartment, closing the door behind them. Emory set his MacBook down on his kitchen counter, turning around and leaning his back against it as he thought about something. 

"You know, Red," He started, pausing before continuing his sentence, as to give Red a chance to respond.

Red looked in Emory's direction, simply saying, "Hm?" in response. 

"Every time we... hang out or whatever, we always come here. Why have I never been to your place?" Emory questioned, furrowing his brows slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

Red clicked his tongue. "Well," He began, now fully facing Emory. "I'm not sure you should be allowed to have my address and access to my home. God knows what you'll do if I ever annoy you in the slightest." 

Emory scoffed in response, pushing himself up off of the counter and taking a few steps towards Red. "What would I even do? I'm not gonna fucking egg your house or some shit. I'm just curious if your house is as expensive as all your cars."

"Why don't you take a wild guess. If I have, from what you know, three or so cars, of course I would have a nice house." Red answered, shrugging his shoulders as he put his hands in his pockets. 

"Well maybe you spent all your money on cars. You could be a really big car guy," Emory replied, rolling his eyes as he stopped a few inches in front of Red.

"Yeah, but if I'm going to have a lot of cars, I want a place to put them. I'm not just gonna have them sitting outside a crappy house."

Emory paused, taking a moment before making a response. "Okay, but..." He paused again, trying to think of a good comeback. However, just like when asked a question in school, he blanked. "Whatever! Not my fault I wanna see your supposedly fancy ass house." 

"Either way, fancy or not, you're not it. Period." Red concluded, walking past Emory, brushing his shoulder. 

Emory followed Red, annoyed. "Look, if you're embarrassed about your house, just say so. I won't judge." Emory said, attempting to persuade Red. Obviously, it wasn't going to get him anywhere. 

Red stopped walking, turning to face Emory. He made eye contact with him and held it for a few seconds before speaking. "First of all, you most definitely would judge me if I had a 'inexpensive house', and second of all, you're quite literally living in a fucking apartment. I don't want to hear any words come out of your mouth about housing." 

Emory scoffed. "Why don't you buy me a house then? I bet you have enough money for it." 

"I most definitely do have enough money for it. I'd just rather not buy a fucking house for an immature brat like you." Red replied shortly, shrugging his shoulders as he entered the living room of Emory's apartment. 

"Wow. Okay," Emory muttered, sitting on the couch as Red followed. 

"I'll tell you what," Red started, glancing at Emory to watch his reaction. "if you get a single A before the school year ends, I'll buy you a car." 

Emory paused, staring back at Red. "Huh? Seriously?" 

"Yeah," Red shrugged. "you're failing all of your classes, so I'll be surprised if you're able to get a B in any of them." 

"Well, actually, I have a C in P.E., so I can--" Emory started, being cut off by Red holding his hand up and speaking over him.

"No. Not an elective," He stated, lowering his hand back down to his side.

"Okay... quick question. What subject are you best at?" Emory asked, tapping his hand against the armrest of the couch. '

"Probably English, why?" Red answered, furrowing his brows in confusion.