You and your male best friend whom you're very close with are sitting with the Surf Nazis when a pair of arms wrap around your middle and lips suck on your throat, earning a low moan.
"Hello to you too, Dwayne. I thought it was your special hunting night with the guys."
"Paul got poisoned by someone's toxic-filled blood, but he should live."
"That's tough, babe. I'm sorry."
"Uhh......can I get you a drink, sir?" Y/B/F asks, his drunk form nearly toppling over the side of the cooler. Dwayne pops up from behind you and nods.
"A beer, dude." Your best friend grabs two from the cooler, handing the extra bottle to your undead boyfriend. The pops the cap with a nail and guzzles it down. "I never got your name."
"Henry."
"And what are your intentions with my girlfriend?"
"I'm gay, bro. She's all yours. We're just best friends."
"You're a good guy. You can stick around."
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The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)
Fanfiction"They're only noodles Michael. Tell me, how could a million Chinese people be wrong." Just a typical Imagines book. Requests are open, just pm me or comment. Can write smut.
