A/N I've been sitting in bed all day and then I finally decided to work on another chapter. Don't be a silent reader comment your thoughts.
Wynston Shannon as Jett Jackson aka J.J (up top or on side)
Chapter 4 ~So We Clean
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Felix's POV
I rushed out of my car and headed to the front door before I could knock I was suddenly pulled into the house. "What's going on" I exclaimed as Harley lead me down the hall to Brendan's room.
"There's no time" he said "Hurry up or we won't have time" he went even faster and finally we reached our destination.
At this point I was thinking the worst like Brendan and Tyrell broke up or something but I shook the thought away. 'They would never break up......right?' I asked myself the thought of them not being together was unreal and unimaginable.
We entered the room and I almost cried out in relief when I saw Tyrell sitting with Brendan in his lap as he played on the Xbox. "Okay," I said finally as I pulled my arm away from Harley "What the fuck is going on" I demand.
Brendan looks up "Oh good you're here" he smiled before prying himself from Tyrell who let out a whine in protest.
I rose an eyebrow still silently demanding answers "Well," Harley started to which I immediately knew something was up.
"We wanted to go out but Brendan's mom said he couldn't go unless the house was cleaned" Jett said quickly beating Harley at speaking.
Harley growled before he tackled Jett and they started to wrestle the rest of us ignored them as Brendan and Tyrell finished explaining to me. "And his mom said if the house isn't cleaned by the time she gets home from work he ain't going anywhere" Tyrell added.
"She gets home in 1 hour and we need help cleaning the house" J.J said before grunting when Harley -not so lightly- punched him in the ribs.
Finally they all stopped what they were doing and turned to me "So please help us" they all said in unison which freaked me out a little.
"Fine, assholes" I grumbled though I wasn't actually upset.
"Great" Harley cheered before getting off of Jett and helping him up. "I'll get the kitchen and you guys can do everything else" he stood up to run out before we stopped him.
"No, you can't be trusted to not break dishes" Brendan said "Okay here's the plan, Harley you get trash duty, Jett you are in charge of the dishes, Tyrell you vacuum, Felix you mop, and I'll clean the restrooms" Brendan took charge -like the mom he is- and we were all off to do our duty.
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I collapsed on Brendan's bed after I finished along with the other boys "So what are we going to do after this" I asked.
Harley smirked "I was thinking of picking up a certain someone and going to the arcade like a triple date" Harley said.
"Date" I questioned while Jett said "T-Triple date"
"Well yeah, guys" Harley shrugged "Brendan and Tyrell are a couple, then Grant and Felix, finally J.J and I can tag along as 5th and 6th wheels" he smiled.
J.J visibly deflated in the bean bag he was sitting on "No" I answered. This past week since Monday Grant as been hanging out with us a lot -not that I'm complaining-, but I couldn't have J.J suffer like that.
"What" the guys asked in shock "But you like him, why wouldn't you want him to come along" Brendan asked.
"I hope you guys aren't just hanging out with him because I like him" I said.
"Well of course not he's our friend too" Tyrell spoke up. "We're just saying you should claim him before somebody else does" he said as he gripped Brendan's hand in his own.
"What's that supposed to mean" I said with narrowed eyes before glancing at Jett. I know he doesn't like Grant but I can't trust his little bisexual ass especially since he called Grant cute.
Jett rose his hand before he said, "Costas is after him too" he spoke so quick I almost didn't catch it.
"WHAT" I raged once I did catch on. I reached forward to grab at Jett but Harley jumped in front of him before I could.
"Dude, calm the fuck down" Harley said seriously which he's never serious.
"Since when" I gritted out.
"Today when you were at lunch detention Costas came up to talk to Grant.....privately. We tried to protest but he ignored us as if we were mere bugs and then it didn't help that his possy was there" Jett said from behind Harley. "We don't know what they talked about because Grant wouldn't answer our questions. All we know is that he was blushing while they were talking" he added afterward.
"Guys, I know what we are going to do today" Harley suddenly piped up. "I know what Costas told Grant" he smirked evilly.
"What? How do you know" we asked him.
"Isn't it obvious" he said in a 'duh' tone. "Costas plays football and football games are Friday nights, and what day is it today....exactly it's Friday. So obviously Costas invited him to the game tonight" Harley answered.
"How can you be sure" Brendan asked him.
"I texted Grant earlier today to see if he could hang out with us but he told me he already had plans" Harley answered. "And Grant has zero friends like no friends besides us, no offense" he told me afterward. "So where else could he be" he stated proudly.
"Well all the evidence does add up we should go check the game, there's no harm in that" Jett suggested.
"Harley, you're a genius" Brendan gushed "I could kiss you right now" he said before Tyrell pulled him away from Harley.
"No, no that's not needed a compliment is enough" Tyrell said with a possessive look in his eyes.
"So what are you bitches waiting for, it 6:50 and the game starts at 7 everyone should be there by now so we just go in and look for Grant" Harley said.
We all looked at each other before shrugging and leaving.
Totally forgetting that we were supposed to wait for Brendan's mom to come home.....
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A/N What do you think about Costas, and what could he possibly want with Grant? Do you think Grant is at the game or.....? Well BYEE!!!
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