Not Too Far (completed)✔️

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Chapter 8.

[Alexander's POV]

"Yo." Dylan says as he lays back on my bed with his phone in his hand. "Yes?" I say as I spin around in my chair to look at him. "Look." He says as he points his phone in my face. A picture of Bethany on it.

"Beth." I said as he smiled. "She's pretty." I continued. "She is." He said as he looked back at his phone.

"Do you like her?" I asked as he turned off his phone and placed it on top of his stomach. "No." He simply said as he put his arm on his forehead. "Why not?" I asked as I turned back to my computer.

"She's not really my type." He said as he shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't know you had a type." I said as I spun back around in my chair to look at him as he chuckled. "Well I do." He said as he sat up. "Cool." I replied as I looked back at my computer.

"Oh baby you should go and love yourself!" A voice sang from outside. "What the hell." Dylan laughed.

"Is that Michael!?" I shouted laughed as I stood up and looked out the window. "Michael!" I shouted as he looked up and smiled.

"Hey, buddy." He said as he waved up. "What are you doing, kid?" I asked as Dylan stood by me. "Out here, being bad." He replied as he waved a fist in the air. "Come up here." I said as he grinned. "Okay." He relied as he ran to the front door.

And within a half minute he was in my room. "Sup, turds." He said as he walked in and dropped his backpack by the door. "Why do you have a backpack?" Dylan asked. "It's Saturday."

"I know." Michael simply replied as he nodded his head. "Then why do you have it?" Dylan asked as he rolled his eyes. "I went to Brandy's house but she wasn't home," Michael said. "She went shopping with her daddy."

"Shucks, she has a daddy." I replied as I winked and wiggled my eyebrows. "Her father, dip shit." He replied as he smacked the back of my head.

"Joke." I said as I raised my hands up in surrender. "So laugh, I forgot to funny." He said as he rolled his eyes. "That doesn't make sense." I replied as I shook my head. "Exactly, just like your joke." He said as he smiled widely.

"Funny." I replied as I smiled quickly then rolled my eyes. "Laugh." Dylan added as he laughed sarcastically. Michael turned over to him to shoot him a glare. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Dylan asked as he stared at Michael.

I chuckled then Michael looked back at me. "Anyways," he said. "What are you guys doing later?"

"The usual." I replied as I turned off my computer. "Oh right, finger fuck Amberly because she's scared to lose her virginity to a fuck boy hashtag bad boy that only dates girls because of their figure and doesn't really care about their personality but she's dating you only because you're popular and she isn't, that usual?" Michael said as Dylan's jaw dropped down all the way down to hell. "Excuse me?" I said as he grinned. "You want me to repeat it?" He said.

"Get the fuck out of my house." I said as I grit my teeth. "Are you fucking seri-" I cut him off. "Get the fuck out!" I shouted as he grabbed his backpack and walked out. "Alex chill." Dylan said as I ran my fingers through my hair. "I'm chill." I said as I sat down on my bed. Dylan stood up and shifted away towards the door. "I'm gonna go." He said as he opened the door. "Okay." I replied, not meeting his eye.

Michael has always been right, so maybe he's right. But he can't be right unless I show him he's right. I'm a fuck boy? Okay. Let's get into thoughts.