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yes, there is lowkey aletyler and notyler content in this chapter. no, i will not apologize for the lowkey aletyler and notyler content in this chapter.
also theres some joking about suicide oops.
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"now from the top! make it drop! that's some wet ass pussy!"
yeah. safe to say the guys were doing off better. the instant geoff had stepped foot in owens living room, he had taken out his phone and began going through his playlists.
"now get a bucket and a mop, that's some wet ass pussy!"
"im talking wap, wap, wap! thats some wet ass pussy!"
"macaroni in a pot, that's some wet ass pussy!"
after geoff, justin, cody, tyler, trent, and duncan managed to get through the entirety of wap without being curbstomped into the dirt, which was most likely because noah was running late and wasn't there, they had all chest bumped and they each let out loud 'whoop.'
not to anyones surprise, cody managed to careen back at the impact and knock himself into tyler, who stumbled backwards towards the now opening doorway, crashing into noah who had just arrived and was making his way into the house, sending the two of them onto the ground in a heap.
"what a warm welcome. i wouldn't be suprised if you french kiss me next time." noah grumbled, angling his face away from tylers to avoid acknowledging the extremely close contact. he held his hand against the back of his head to suppress the throbbing aches of his migrane, which seemed to battle with the newfound pain as his skull collided with the floor.
"ack! sorry, bro! sorry." tyler mumbled, his movements fumbling as he struggled to get up and off of noah, each second of tyler struggling to stand up more and more awkward.
alejandro moved towards the scene with a frustrated grunt, possessively gripping the athletes forearm and hauling him upwards and a few feet away. then, he returned to the couch to which he was sitting at, and beckoned tyler to sit beside him, holding eyecontact with noah as he did so as if it had been a contest.
was alejandro seriously trying to become more friendly with tyler because he had been accidentally intimate with noah?
yes.
good for him.
"ah! you're finally here, dude!" owen cheered, moving towards his house doorway and leaned over to offer an outstretched hand to his friend to help him up.
noah just scoffed in response, not even bothering to grab owens hand as he pulled himself off the ground and stumbled to an empty rocking chair, taking out his phone and putting headphones in his ears.
"uh. okay... well, everyones here now! do we want to just chill out or what?" owen sat back on his couch, a sharp squeak shooting out and interrupting the uncomfortable silence.
"awkward." trent winced, his head positioned on justin's shoulder as the two of them stared at the models phone screen, airpods shared between the two of them.
as trent had made that comment, justin glanced upwards, but his movement was shortly reversed as he made eyecontact with ezekiel and scowled, imitating a gag.
"oh my god!" geoff suddenly gasped, thrusting a finger towards the two boyfriends resting on the couch. they offered him a puzzled look, which was reciprocated by a large and goofy grin as the surfer pat justin on the back encouragingly.
"that is such a great idea, dude! we should do pictionary! guess what we're imitating and shit!" the blonde made eyecontact with owen, who nodded in agreement excitedly. trent and justin had made eyecontact, before just shrugging and returning their attentions back to the phone screen.
