I wouldn't have thought (BXB)

CHAPTER 7: Rap and Arabella

CHAPTER 7: Rap and Arabella

-Arlo's POV-

"I think you might like this one." JC had a smile on his face and clicked on his next choice. 'Lamborghini mercy, your chick she so thirsty-' I stopped the song myself and he pouted. "Hell no!" I laughed at his face which was cute. He made a dramatic sigh and threw his arms up in the air. "Fine, put your stupid song on." We've been here for about ten minuets trying to choose a song. "Ok, here." I put on my song. 'I'm so addicted to, all the things you do, when you're going down on me, in between the sheets. Or the sounds you make, with every breath you take, it's not like anything, when you're loving me'. I stopped the song myself when I found JC looking at me intently. "So?" I asked trying not to make this awkward. "Why are all your songs so sexual?" He asked. "They are not." I blinked a couple of times. My songs were not sexual! "Tell that to your music list! The song was so about the girl and guy banging each other." He said and wrinkled up his nose. "Ok, yeah maybe, but that doesn't mean all of my songs are...that word," I felt uncomfortable saying it for some reason. "And what's up with you and rap?" I changed the subject. "I like it." He shrugged simply. "What could you like about this," I started to try to rap. "Yellow model chick, yellow bottles sippin', yellow Lamborghini, yellow top missin'. Yeah yeah, that shit look like a toupee, I get what you get in ten years, in two days. Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J, if you get what I get what would you say? She wax it all off. Mr. Miyagi, and them suicide doors, Hari Kari."

*JC's POV*

I listened to Arlo rap to Chris Brown's Look At Me Now. I'm a straight guy with a girlfriend, but I couldn't help but think 'damn this is so fucking sexy'. And the fact that I had this thought TWICE in one day scared me. First it was him singing Beyonce and looking so tempting while dancing, and now him rapping. I tried so hard to think of Arabella...in her birthday suit, so I didn't get a little problem down there. It worked, but I have no idea why I was turned on by a guy. Especially Arlo.

"I just like it alright." I interrupted him before he got further into the song. I choose my next song that wasn't rap, maybe he might like this a little bit better. "I hate Taylor Swift." He sad flatly when I started paying the song. "Excuse me?" I gaped at him, T Swift was my baby. How could anyone hate her. "She seems like a whore to me." He looked amused by the way I had reacted. "She's a big ball of beautiful! No one can hate her! Every guy loves her, gay or not." It was a fact. He shook his head, his back hair moving slightly. "I don't know her as a person so I can't judge her, but I don't like her music. I never have." He said seriously and I think that might be the only time I ever seen him really mean something. "You don't know Arabella, you judged her." I said flatly all the emotion darting from my face. "Oh, that's where you are wrong darling, I do know Arabella. I highly doubt I was worth remembering to her though. She was a bitch to me." He said and I was surprised I didn't get all that angry. Don't get me wrong I was somewhat mad that he was saying this, but I couldn't make him adore my girlfriend. "I have to go now," I said looking at the time on my phone. "I have a date with Arabella." I stood up from where I sat on the soft beige carpet in Arlo's room. "Oh, where are you going?" He asked. "The beach, then maybe out in the town." I answered him stuffing my phone in m pocket.

He still sat on the floor looking up at me. "Oh, that's nice." He smiled slightly and I nodded. "I'm sure you're boyfriend would do the same for you." It was weird saying boyfriend to a boy. It was new and strange. "I'm not dating anyone. I haven't been for two years now." A look ran across his face, but as soon as it was there it was gone. "Oh," was all I said before giving him a small smile and patting him on the shoulder. "Well, I'm off." He nodded and got up following me to the front did of his house. "Bye JC," my name-as cheesy as this sounds-rolled off his tongue perfectly. Almost as if it were natural, a second nature, something he was used to. "Uh, yeah." I cleared my throat. "Bye Arlo."

THE END!!!

HAHA LIES!! PRETTY SURE YOU KNEW THAT THOUGH, ANYWAY THERE'S JC'S POV!! WHAT'D YOU THINK??