I knock at Lucas' door hoping he's home he opens the door "Sup twink come in" I roll my eyes "just because I wear dresses doesn't make me a twink" Lucas stares at me "Denial is a river in Egypt you're a twink" I groan "Whatever what the fuck are we supposed to be doing" Lucas stares at me confused "build a mini clock or some shit" I roll my eyes Lucas stares at me "why was Harrie all lovey dovey all over you huh" I give him a long death stare "none of your business you don't know me like that" Lucas chuckles a little "right how rude of me" he says sarcastically "I'm Lucas I'm 17 football player or as you Americans say soccer player I know Harrie because he's a football lad like me but we take that as an insult don't call us football lads, are you going to the Paris trip" I widen my eyes "that sounds really cool yeah I'll go, but it's passed my curfew see you at school Lucas see you" ever since that night Lucas and I hung out a lot we've been really good friends.
YOU ARE READING
Kiss, Baiser
FantasyA (Smut filled) BL about an American male moving to an all boys school in England there he makes a lot of friends but one day he meets this soccer/football player that's British-French who's also a year older than him and a grade/year above him they...
