bad boy kisses (completed) ✔

Bonus Chapter : Backstreet's Back, Alright!

THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER CHAPTER 38 AND BEFORE THE EPILOGUE.

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[ MAX ]

Sometime during October, there is a day when mostly every person dresses up as a gloating, horrendous, obvious, scary (not) and treacherous looking object.

Aka, a ghost, as I put it.

"That's like the worst interpretation of ghost I have ever heard, man." Nash scoffs slapping a hand to his forehead.

"Oh come on! I spent hours just thinking of it!" I counter. From the corner of my eye, I look at Chase in the corner of the room who's sitting carelessly on my the couch...

Upside down.

His hair almost touching the hardwood flooring and his legs dangling midair. In his hands, was a can of Pringles.

"At least you agree with me that it's pretty awesome." I deem at him, to which, he just shrugs his shoulders and tries to eat the chips upside down, with all the crisps falling on the floor.

"You're fucking cleaning that with your tongue, Chassy." I point my index finger at him.

"Why does it always have to be about princess Chassy? What did she ever do to yo--?" He scoffs but is soon interrupted by the sound of choking.

"My god! He's choking!" Aiden scurries past all of us like a worried mother for her child. "Don't you just stand there, you two! Fu-- freaking help me with this!"

Nash and I stare at him in amusement before bursting out in laughter. I clutch my stomach at the hilarious sight before me : Aiden practically slapping Chase's back while be continued to choke. "I'm fucking proud of you boy," I tell Aiden, "Even in a crisis like this, he manages to say freaking instead of fucking. Oh my god, oh my god."

Nash wipes a tear from his eye's corner before saying, "I'm just proud he finally managed to get a chip in his mouth. He'd been trying that for like two hours now. Papa Pringles would be proud of you, buddy."

"Screw you two, I could've died. Died! And that, before Halloween! My ghost would've haunted your asses." Chase soon recovers from all the choking a few glares at us.

Nash holds up his hands in surrender while I continue to laugh. "Too bad you're not dead ye--"

"You all are in fucking colleges man, and you all still fight like girls do over makeup." Aiden steps in, making all three of us look at him.

"Wot?"

"How do you even know they fight like this over... makeup?" Nash questions to which, Aiden comes forward and slaps his cheek, not too harshly but not too lightly either.

"Oooookay." I mutter.

"I have two girls as my roommates in college, man. Believe me when I tell you this, it's hell itself, dude. Hell itself." He pats his shoulder and being the totally chill person he is, smiles brightly at us.

Like nothing happened moments ago.

I see Nash rub his cheek before rolling his eyes. "Speak, comrade."

"How did you know I was gonna say something?" He muses.

"You seriously gonna ask me that, mate?" Nash gestures to him, "You have your hands on your hips, the face saying 'oo fucking hell, time for the talk boys' and let's not forget the too cheery smile."

After a few minutes of silence, we all hear Aiden whistle. "Someone's gotten smart in college." He says, "Okay boys, we've wasted much time now, tell me what are we doing on Halloween? It's been years since we last did something together for fun."