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Dan walked into his house through the back door. He assumed Jimmy was in the front room drunk out of his mind.

He walked up the stairs and into him room- only to find Jimmy.

"Oh great." Dan mumbled.

"I thought I told you to clean your room?" He questioned.

"You did." Dan responded shortly.

"Why didn't you?"

"I did." Dan said.

"Stop giving me those wise guy responses. What the hell is this if you cleaned your room?" Jimmy questioned as he got on his hands and knees as he reached under Dan's bed.

Dan chocked on his breath. Under his bed was were he kept his... private stuff.

Jimmy pulled out exactly what Dan was afraid of- a "magazine".

Jimmy held it by its corner. "God knows what you do with this."

By the grace of god, he didn't open it. He threw it at Dan as he walked past him. "You got one of those because you can't get laid." He mumbled before he left.

Dan let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. If Jimmy had opened that "magazine"... who who knows what would happen?

Dan worked on getting a new hiding place for his "magazine". He could live with that never happening ever again.

//

Phil was laying on his bed, contemplating whether he should call David or not. He didn't want to seem desperate, but David did say he did want him to call him.

He laughed at himself. It's not like David was some girl Phil had to impress. Instead of calling, he texted David. Their 'conversation' lasted all day:

               3:39pm
p> hey david
p>what's up
p>you told me to hit you up lol
p>daviddddd
         4:59
p>?david?
p>you're probably busy haha
               6:47
p>david
p>is this even david?
p>maybe he messed up the numbers
                8:47
p> hey if this isn't david could you tell me?
p>i don't wanna keep bothering you haha
d> this is david
p>hey! I knew you were busy or something
d>do me favor?
p> sure m8
d>fucking fag get lost lose my goddamn number
p>what?
                11:56
p>im not a fag.