(DO YOU GET THE PUN?!?! Cuz Boston is in Massachusetts. I live in Massachusetts I can make fun of us. I'm basically going to be shit talking my own state.)
Alan's POV~
I was awoken by a flight attendant wearing over drawn red lipstick and non-blended contour. Yikes honey. I simply said "thank you" and got off the currently trashed aircraft.
I made my way to baggage claim and wondered why this airport was so god damn confusing and why nobody said the "r's" in any word. So far I have heard "wicked pissah" "wicked smaht" and a collection of other things. Why are these people like this?
Anyways once I finally made my way to baggage claim and collected said bag I looked for the man coming to pick me up. I looked around and saw an elderly man dressed in a very expensive looking black suit and lovely looking shoes, he had white sleeked back hair and was holding up a sign that said "Alan Ashby" so I took that as a sign (ha I'm so funny) and headed towards him.
"Hi I'm Alan." I put my hand out to the guy and he looked at it then proceeded to grab my bags. Oh, okay, rude. I looked at the sleek black Mercedes Benz and got into the front seat.
"Hello I'm Manny," the old man said with the same Boston accent as everybody else, "I will be the driver of your dorm level. Come to me for any transportation needs. Next stop, William Johnson's Boarding School." He turned on the radio station to 107.9 and some crappy overplayed pop music came on. I decided to leave it and not complain since he seemed like a pretty decent guy.
I stared out the window watching all of the cars and buildings go by. I noticed that nobody here knew how to drive a god damn car or merge into a god damn lane. We got onto this one highway called Jamica Plane and I thought I was going to die for many reasons,
1- everybody was driving 100 miles per fucking hour
2- there were already two cars crashed on the side of the road
And 3- ONCE AGAIN NOBODY KNOWS HOW TO MERGE INTO A GOD DAMN LANE
After another few near death experiences, we pulled up to a gate with the letters "WJBS" written in very fancy and big gold letters. We drove through the gates after Manny spoke through the intercom and up the hill. We passed a lovely garden, a football field, and some other forms until we pulled up to one building which I'm assuming is the main office.
Manny walked me towards the buildings doors, once we got inside we were greeted by a secretary with shoulder length firey red hair, brown eyes, and was wearing a black cardigan with a black nicely fitted pencil skirt.
"Hey there manny!" She called from behind the counter with a perky voice
"Well hello there Carla! What's new?" Manny started a conversation with the secretary known as Carla while I stood there awkwardly trying to figure out what I was supposed to be doing.
I turned around when I felt my shoulder being tapped and I came face to face -well face to chest- with a boy around 6'4. I immediately stumbled backwards because I'm only about 5'6 (I know it's not his real height just bare with me). The boy had on a dark blue sweater with black skinny jeans on with some all black converse. I could see some tattoos peaking out from his collar and the bottom of his sleeves. He was extremely cute and hot at the same time.
"Hey, I'm Austin, you must be new here!" He spoke with one of the most attractive voices I have ever heard.
"Yeah, I'm Alan. I have no idea what to do actually." I cleared my throat and looked up to his eyes and saw the most beautiful shade of Brown. It was possibly my new favorite color.
"Oh. Do you know where you dorm is? Because the dorm advisor will give you your schedule once you arrive there." He said with an adorable and hot as fuck smile. Okay calm down Ashby he's just a guy you met not even 10 minutes ago.
"Um I think it's dorm B number 26." Manny told me in the car.
"Oh sweet, we're both in dorm B, except my room number is 24, but we're still sharing a bathroom. " Austin said in a chirpy time that made my insides flutter.
"Cool. Can you take me there? I uh don't know where anything is..." I trailed off with a hopeful look.
"Of course. Lemme see your bag." He started to reach out for my heavy ass suitcase
"Oh no I got it." When I reached to pick it up I stubbed forward and my face landed in Austin's crotch.
"Um Alan? Next time you want your face that close to my dick let's wait until we're in one of our rooms." He chucked
Fantastic. I got up with a huge blush on my cheeks and apologized.
He grabbed my bag and we started walking towards our dorm.
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Hey everybody! I hope you enjoyed this chapter I wrote the majority of it at two in the morning since I don't sleep like a normal person. I woke up at like eleven because I heard my dad ask my brother if he wants pizza, don't judge me. I love food.
Anyways have an amazing day/night
Peace
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Boarding School (CASHBY)
FanfictionI haven't really found any good boarding school cashby fics so I decided to give it a try
