Impress Me Not: Neon Underground

Chapter 20

"So," George appeared in his room, through some sort of strange magic of his own. "You going to tell me a little more about this little sub of yours, or am I going to have to do my own investigating?"

"Have you been in my house this whole time?" He raised a brow. George was probably the one who had drove him home. He vaguely remembered saying his name right before falling asleep. He knew that one of them had helped take his makeup off last night. Because if they hadn't, then his face would really look horrible, and his pillow would look like it was possessed by a demon.

"Yup!" Devon plopped on the bed next to him, filing his nails. He was a bit more dramatic when he was all dressed up, but putting makeup on and a wig didn't change who he was. "I love just how well you can hear the people in the backyard from here, by the way. There were two guys out there who were just so interested with each other, but neither of them wanted to say the elephant in the room. You should have been there – oh wait!" He gave Melvin a dramatic look as he pursed his lips. "You were!"

"I'm not interested in him," Melvin shook his head. He went over to his closet to find a shirt. "And I thought you were going to be busy with that boytoy of yours today."

Devon was Divine when at the bar, and George was Georgina. It was a simple twist. Their creativity was put into the makeup and outfits. When they weren't working, they still made sure they looked good. Melvin enjoyed their company for the most part. It was just when they wanted to use him for gossip that he would get annoyed of them.

"I would have," Devon nodded, his lips still pursed. "Except someone had asked George and I to do him a favor, and I had to cancel on him."

"You guys had already fucked like three times by the time I called," George shook his head. "It's not like you completely missed it!"

"Shut up, bitch!" Devon shoved his friend. "I'm trying to get some tea spilt here!"

"You could just ask," Melvin said. "Catch." He tossed him a pack of cigarettes. That was always what Devon wanted whenever Melvin asked for favors. He was one of the few people that shared his bad habit with him. George couldn't stand smoke. But neither of them would tell him to stop, like most of the others did. They were a relief to be around.

"You know that you wouldn't simply tell us what happened," Devon said, putting the pack in his pocket. "Now, can you pleeeease tell us what's going on between you and the Calvin Clein model?"

"He's not a model," Melvin chuckled. "Although he definitely could be."

"What is he?" George asked.

"Remember the guy that Anton was recently with?" Melvin asked. When they both nodded, he continued. "He was the one who was trying to get him to sign a contract."

Both of them gasped in unison.

"No!" George covered his mouth. "That bastard!"

"What are you doing with him, though?" Devon asked, mischief radiating off from him. "Trying to teach him a lesson."

"I already did," Melvin answered. He finally found one of his shirts, the others needing to be washed. "It just so happens that he likes it."

"Oh, this is getting so juicy!" George clasped his hands together. "So, are you going out with him then? Because there is like so much tension between the two of you. And just from hearing that conversation you had with him, you both just need to get it over with already."

"I'm not going to date someone that's fucked my cousin," Melvin folded his arms.

"Like actually fucked?" Devon asked. "Or just tried to fuck him over. Because those are two different things entirely."