And Then There Was One (2019)

Chapter 4 - Taylor Raddysh, Boris Katchouk, Alex Barre-Boulet & Ross Colton

Syracuse, New York

July 1, 2019

Alex Barre-Boulet, a preppy French Canadian sweetheart, is sitting in a soft black plush chair by himself. His legs are tucked up under him to the side with his knees poking out. He is wearing black skinny jeans and a baby blue button up shirt with short sleeves. His dark brunette hair is rolled up in fancy blue curlers and in one of his hands is an oval-shaped mirror. He is applying the final roller into place with his lips pursed together.

"Boris, come and collect Frenchy, he's girling out again!" Ross Colton shouts out, a look of utter disgust on his face as he watches Alex. He has on a plain black t-shirt and a pair of ripped denim jeans.

Alex snaps the last roller in place and glares at Ross with hard amber-hazel eyes. "No one's making you watch!"

"Ugh, but you're right there!" Ross complains. "In my eyesight."

Alex sticks his tongue out at him. "You're just jealous of my beauty, that's all Rossy."

Taylor Raddysh walks into the room, a doughy kitchen apron is draped around his neck and tied around his waist. Underneath, he is wearing khaki shorts and a white, short-sleeved button up shirt. "BouBou, you're pretty enough as is. You don't have to make your hair wavier just to impress Boris."

Ross throws his legs over the side of the matching black plush couch, launching for the coffee table. A redbull can is sitting in front of a tall giant bottle of Vodka that is half finished. "GIMMIE THIS!"

"Rosser, take it easy, baby," Taylor cooes, sitting down beside him.

Ross chugs a giant gulp of the liquid, his vision pulsating. "God, fuck me, Raddy!"

"Do you mean that?" Taylor blushes pink as his eyes shift around.

"DAMMIT!" Alex blurts out as one of the curlers comes loose and falls into his lap. "It came out!"

Boris Katchouk, a tall grumpy stern-faced brunette man with dark brown eyes and a five o'clock shadow, beginning of a beard, storms into the room and plops down into a chair, opposite where Alex is sitting. He has on khaki shorts that match with Taylor's and a plaid button up shirt with cut off sleeves. In his hand, he is holding a Mango flavored White Claw. "Quit complaining about my Frenchy, Colton!"

Ross rolls his eyes and then slams the drink down on the table, causing Alex to jump and drop the roller from his hand. He yelps as it bounces off of his leg and in between him and the cushion.

"ROSSY!!" Alex scolds with a whine.

Boris growls under his breath. "Scare him again, I'll knock you into the middle of next week."

Ross tosses his eyes and then hatches an idea. The bluish-gray pupils illuminate mischievously as he gets up from his spot, once Taylor returns to the kitchen, grumbling to himself about Ross' comment about 'fucking' him. Boris turns his attention to his phone, snapping a selfie of him and the White Claw drink.

Alex grabs the curler in frustration and attempts again, holding the mirror out before him and focusing. He glances passed the right side of the mirror toward the couch, where Ross was sitting in, seeing it vacant. He returns to the mirror and proceeds to fix the roller back into place in his hair.

Suddenly warm breath trickles into Alex's ear and is instantly followed by, "I watch you when you sleep."

Alex spins around and throws the mirror and leaps from the chair, screaming as he comes face-to-face with Ross's creepy smiling face. He lands on the ground, shivering. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"