𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐋

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

Damien

Where are we even going?

It's too early for this shit.

"So why the-" Caleb stops to yawn, "why the hell did you wake us up so early in the A.m?"

"You three will be making breakfast. Remember you have kitchen duty." A woman with milk chocolate skin tells us before yawning herself.
Her braids were pulled into a ponytail with a large brown bead the end of each braid.

"Im not that good at cooking." Milo states as he stretches his arms into the air, lifting the hems of his shirt, showing his waist. Which was smaller than I had previously thought.

"Well you have two people to help teach you."

"Yea, I'm pretty good at cooking. So I'll make sure you won't burn shit." I say, watching her opening the door for us and letting us into the kitchen.

"There will be other people here, they just woke up late." She tells us with an awkward laugh.

"So, why are we being treated like staff? Cleaning, cooking, and shit." I ask her as I lean against the fridge.

"Well one; it's a punishment for you guys. Since you guys are always fighting."

"But I wasn't fighting with them yesterday. I was just walking out of the bathroom and they were tussling on the floor." Milo shouts as I can visibly see him getting upset. And I would be too of I had to clean a kitchen because of people who were fighting and I was just randomly thrown in their mix.

"Im sorry Milo, but Axel is... a diffult person."

"Thanks for the heads up." Milo grumbles sarcastically, followed by an eye roll.

"The people should be here in a minute. But see you later." She waves before leaving the kitchen, the door closes behind her. The room is now silent as we just sit and wait for whoever to arrive.

I begin to see things

And I liked what I see

But I don't want to like it

Milo hops onto the counter and he props his hands as his legs spread as he lets out a groan. Which makes my mind think the worst. And I quickly snap my neck the other way.

What the hell am I thinking!?

Why am I even thinking like that?

Towards a boy anyway

I am not gay

Is Caleb rubbing off on me or some shit? I know I'm not gay, so why am I even concerned? It's probably just hormones.

I look at Caleb, and he had his shirt pulled up, showing off his decently toned body, with boxer strap showing as his head was tossed back. He was obviously sweating, since it was pretty hot back here. But I felt my cock getting hot, and not because of the heat.

What the hell is going on?

"W-Where the hell are those people!" I say to stop the sexual thoughts racing through my head.

"Yea, where are they?" Caleb adds, "They should be here by now... I think I hear kids coming."

"We need to make something now then." Milo demands as he hops down from the counter.

"Like what?"

"Anything." He walks towards me and I raise my brow. "What to make?" Milo asks.

"I don't know, whatever you want." I shrug as I cross my arms. Honestly I don't really care about this.

"Damien." His voice was more stern when he spoke, getting my full attention. "I suck ass at cooking, and so does Caleb. We need you to help us. No, you're going to help whether you want to or not. Now think of something to make for these hungry people." His entire demeanor had changed as he commanded me. He was completely serious.He had grabbed my shirt and was glaring at me.

I liked it

Him commanding me, telling me what to do, showing me that he was in control.

I smirked, "You're lucky I feel generous today brownie." I say ruffling his hair. I knew he hated when people called him brownie, but he didn't seem to get mad when I called him brownie.

"Thank you."

"We're making pancakes. Get me milk, flour, sugar..." And I basically yelled at them to get me ingredients for pancakes since we were making them from scratch. And we made the pancakes, which was... difficult with them. He wasn't lying when he said they suck ass at cooking, but I made it work. They served the people the pancakes and our job was finished.

"Look at that. Teamwork makes the dreamwork." Caleb laughed, looking at all the teens eat their pancakes with blissful eyes.
"High five!" Caleb and Milo gave each other high five before turning over to me.

"You might think you're cool and whatnot, but your at a summer camp. You are not cool enough to not give us a high five." Caleb said, placing one hand on his hip, Milo laughing a bit as he looked at me.

I sigh as I try to hold my smile back. I raised my hand gave them both a high five.

"Now time for us to eat, I'm starving." Milo said as he grabbed three plates and put two pancakes on each.

"Lets stay in here and eat. I don't wanna deal with Mia and Brandon." I say as I grab my plate from Milo and a fork.

"No problem with me." Caleb shrugged as he also grabbed his plate.

"You two aren't so-" Caleb shoved a pancake in Milo's mouth.

"Mhmm mm mhmm!"

"No, we are not making this a cliché sentimental moment."

Milo chews his pancake before swallowing,
"I wasn't. I was going to say, you two aren't so annoying when you're not fighting or throwing insults."

I let a small laugh escape me

"He's right Caleb."

"That's the first time you've actually called me by my name. And not gay boy or faggot."

"Would you prefer I call you-"

"Nope, Caleb is alright." He responds faster than I could finish my sentence.

They aren't so bad

Are we friends

No

But I don't think we're enemies anymore