Chase glared at Sugar with an uncharacteristically hostile glint in his eyes. Sure, he could be hyperactive and aggressive sometimes, but never like this. He looked like a furry about to pounce on a gamer.
Sugar smirked, his appearance change giving him a sudden confidence boost. Although he was the first to break away from the impromptu staring contest (it felt so long it was almost romantic), his smile never faltered. In fact, a taunting look in his eyes challenged the one in Chase's.
"You didn't say no homo, bro." It seemed to say ominously.
Sugar barely had time to react as Chase crossed the room swiftly in two long strides, kicking his pp and knocking him to the ground.
Finally, Sugar's smile was gone, replaced by a scowl and a glare.
Seriously, what's with all this staring. Damn, just kiss already if you're so obsessed with each other. That would be an inch restin plot twist. Happy pride month.
Chase grabbed Sugar's collar. You'd think this would elevate the romantic tension, but nah. Chase slammed his head into the tile floor of the music room, shattering his skull.
He dragged his head back up again just as an unexpected burst of energy fueled Sugar into pushing him back into the drum kit, knocking him down. But Chase's furry volleyball reflexes kicked in (literally) as he rammed his foot onto Sugar's pp once again. Idk how boys fight. Girls pull each other's hair, so I'd assume boys kick da pp. Ok anyway.
Blood ran down Sugar's cheek from his hairline as his shaky pupils sought out Brittany's poopy brown orbs. He found them eventually, but she was too staring adoringly at Chase to notice.
Chase got up slowly. He surveyed the room's vibe. After all, the other hand members had done nothing to help defend their leader. Something was definitely up.
When he saw their passive faces, the tension flew from his shoulders and his gaze finally met Brittany's.
She offered him a small smile. He didn't hesitate to return it. As he made to grab her hand, a kick to the back of his left knee knocked him forward.
As Chase hit the ground with a thud, Brittany grit her teeth.
Sugar towered over him, fist raised and clenched, eyes locked on Chase's blackhead infested nose.
Oh no he didn't. Brittany grabbed a handful of his silvery hair, yanking his head backward before shoving him into a wall. #feminism. When she saw her actions didn't knock him down, the abg stepped forward to do it again. This time, she would knock his lights out.
Brittany was sure he had stupid Edison lights in his head. The ugly kind that emitted a dull, orange tinted glow from the ceilings of expensive hipster restaurants that charged eight bucks for a slice of avocado toast and had pages upon pages of drink options, all of them overpriced kale blends.
However, as her manicured fingers grazed his skull, Sugar's hair fell out cleanly.
wOOOAh, kpop boy with no brim.
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Not bothering to smother their laughter, Sugar's bandmates cackled monotonously in unison. "Hein Hein Hein."
Without Brittany noticing, Chase had once again picked himself back up, sliding himself next to her. He slid his grimy fingers through hers and together, they stomped on the Korean boy's head.
For the first time, Brittany saw Chase's impossibly chapped lips pull back to reveal his greying gums in a genuine smile. Her heart fluttered happily.
