My Hunter Boys

Chapter 12: Hold on.

Chapter 12: Hold on.

'I have a plan.'

'Then what is it?' We all groaned. For the past five minutes we've been trying to get out what 'plan' she's talking about.

'Nuh-uh.' she shook her head. All the way she seemed amused at our curious reactions by grinning.

'Then when are you going to tell us?' I asked.

'When we get home, we'll have a small meeting.'

*****

'Ok, what now?' said Jeremy flopping down on his beanbag inside the game room and the boys followed suit.

'I'm going to give you guys a makeover.' I blurted out.

'Wait, what?' Mark asked while still faced down on his beanbag, raising his finger up.

'Come again?' Ryan stood up and walked to me.

'I'm going to give you guys a makeover.' I said slowly this time.

'What do you mean by makeover?' ask Ryan.

'You're going to make us gays?' Jeremy said, with a terrified face.

'No! Of course not! By makeover I mean for example, the way you guys wear and maybe a little of working out to build up your muscles. You guys up for it?' I say, circulating them.

'What for?' Ryan said with annoyed toned.

Well that killed my excitement.

'I just think that you guys need a change. I mean I'm not saying that you guys look bad, not at all. It just that...'

'Is this about the others bullying us? We are fine this way, we don't need to change our looks just for the sake of them.'

'It's not what it sounds like.'

'Sounds fun.' Jeremy said.

'I guess so.' Mark chipped in.

Ryan seems conflicted in a second. He looked at the boys then back to me.

'Alright, but it's not my idea.'

I squealed. Well maybe at least I tried to hold it in. I went to Ryan and gave him a hug. Due to my excitement, I may have did it a bit stronger. I was wearing a shirt that fits right on my body but when I reached up to hug Ryan on his shoulders my shirt rode up higher to reveal a bit of skin. What Ryan seemed to do was I guess hug me back but his hands brushed the revealed part of skin.

I'm ticklish, basically everywhere. My sides, neck, feet, knees and even behind my ears.

The moment he brushed my side, I let out a giggle and squirmed aside, my arms still attached to him.

'Ok, so uhm. What do we do?' Mark cleared his throat.

'We'll go to the gym every saturday morning and start to work you guys out.' I said, turning to them. My other arm not leaving his shoulder.

'When do start?' Mark asked again.

'Now.' I said.

And they sprinted out of the room.

'Did-did you see their faces?' I laughed. Their faces when I just said it were mixed with terrified and agony.

Ryan doesn't seem amused by the boys but instead just chuckled at my reaction.

I stopped and just looked at him, his glasses are broken and gone now. I prefer it that way. He looks better without them. I could now see his eyes clearly, without it covered with his dark rimmed glasses or any reflection from the light.