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"Um. I'm in the basketball team -"
"I know," Gerard cut him off, smirking? Oh god he was smirking. Alert! "Nice shorts, by the way."
Jake's face burned, "Thanks," he cleared his throat, "And we um, we suck a lot -"
"Do you?" Gerard seemed interested, and Jake's heart blossomed with hope, "I had no idea the basketball team was so homoerotic. Blimey, I'd have joined earlier."
Jake's laugh was strangled and hysterical, "I m-meant we're awful at playing."//In which Jake is so, so gay; Gerard owns pink socks, Oscar plays horrible Hotel California versions, Zach is British (like Dave! Shoutout to bro!) and Kyle films everything while getting fucked by the English teacher.
Yay.
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