This might contain some smut. ;)
IMAGINE:
Days have turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, your bond with Adam has gotten so strong to the point where you two were inseperable. Your friends grew jealous because they never had that strong bond with you but they brush it off at times. People around you suspected and or just assumed that you two were dating by how well you both got along.
"Alright alright! So we'll finish this 'debate' on whose the one wearing the pants in this best friend relationship over text, okay?" You tell Adam as the bell rings for fifth period.
You pick up your items and so does Adam.
"Yeah. I'm not done with you! I'm sure I'm the one wearing it though I have more balls than you." He laughs grabbing his crotch.
"Oh please. You don't even know what to do with them physically and metaphorically." You chuckle.
He lets go and snorts.
"'Cause you'd know what to do with them." He snickers.
You laugh.
"Mhm yeah I would. Well I'll talk to ya later, Adam. Peace!"
"See ya kiddo." He replies giving out the peace sign as he walks to the other direction.
You give the peace sign and walked to fifth period.
~*~* Hours later*~*~
After only an hour of arriving at home from school, your parents left you money to buy yourself food since they had to work long hours.
You love having them work long hours because it gave you time to be by yourself. Timewithout being critiqued of not being in the correct standards according to your parents.
Your phone vibrates hard since it was on your granite counter. You reach out to grab your phone to notice it was a text message from Adam.
Adam: So how are we gonna settle this?
You: You tell me. Since, according to you, you have more balls than I do haha!
Adam: Have I just won this debate? Cause it sure as hell sounds like it.
You: Meh I guess. But metaphorically, I wear the pants. Maybe I'll give you a pretty skirt tomorrow, princess. Lol!
Adam: Mhm well it better be pretty. And have the skirt be leather. So, ya know, to have my booty pop.
You: Haha!! Oh jeez.
Adam: What you doing?
You: Just texting you on my counter. And guess what? I have the whole house to myself.
Adam: Lucky! I would kill to be by myself. My parents are always here. I love them but ya know.
You: Aw. Oh hey! I got an idea! Why don't you come over? Like we can order some food and have a chill time like always?
Adam: Doesn't seem bad. But you sure I won't die of bored?
You: Please! I'm the life of the party!
Adam: Keep telling yourself that, kiddo. But yeah I can come over. I'll be over in like perhaps 15 minutes?
You: Jerk! Haha well alright. I'll wait here.
Adam: Okay. Peace.
You: Peace.
You put down your phone and cleaned up the house to give a good impression. You wondered if Adam remembered where you lived again since it was a couple of weeks since he came over. But you believe he does remember.
