AWESOME what I have committed
President Obama! I am still superexcited about that guys no lie. It's like a double episode hit of Drake and Josh but with even more dancing than usual and also actually my country! Guys, ♥.
I guess because lite-bright is always needling me about it, and since I am feeling EXTREMELY AWESOME what with President Obama, I wrote some things, really a thing. About things! Aren't you proud of me, Jane? I hope you are!
There's some set-up for this; I am not done with that yet, guys.
Chad blinks. He's not, uh, used to this thing yet? "This thing" being how Troy, his best friend, and also a dude, like the dude to beat all the other dudes at their game, except for maybe possibly Chad himself and Charles Barkley, is not a dude anymore. Chad is still fighting the temptation to call Troy "bro" except now that sounds creepy and also wrong.
It's a weird thing. Troy is still standing there when Chad opens his eyes again. "Uh, what? Did you actually say that you wanted to go over to the mall?" Troy makes that tired-of-this expression that Chad has seen a million times on Taylor's face, and, uh, okay, this is just like hanging out with her. He can do this. Except that it's also Troy, and now the idea of Troy being tired of hanging out with him, and doing stuff with like, Gabriella and Taylor, even if he's sworn that he won't, is really kinda freaking Chad out. Man, he has got to get over this.
"Yeah. I mean, I'm not gonna spend Christmas hiding out in your room. I need something to wear." Chad nods, and edges around Troy, carefully respecting personal space and stuff that he does now, because his mom didn't raise a savage, and no matter how much he lies and claims that Troy is like, this serious girl he met, and it's really intense, his mom still periodically checks on them. Which, like, super-annoying. She never used to do that with Troy, or at least, back when he was a dude.
Chad didn't want to jump Troy's bones when he was a dude either. Well, not all the time. Fair enough.
This is kinda confusing, and it makes Chad's head hurt. Troy is tapping one bare foot on the ground, and looking kinda confused, which, good times, makes two of them. "You idiot. Get over here and kiss me."
What. What. WHAT. "What?"
Eye-roll, and man, Chad knows how much those hurt. Actually, since it's Troy, all-around-star, it's probably like a serious condemnation. And Troy's the one who is randomly propositioning people! Why doesn't Chad get to be righteously outraged- Troy has really soft lips. Like, really soft. They taste kinda like pink lemonade, but really soft nice pink lemonade, but with hotness.
Troy steps back for a second. "Dude. No one has ever just wanted to go to the mall. It's code for making out." Troy says this like it's completely obvious, which, hello, it is not. Chad lets it slide.
"Really?" Although this kinda puts his relationship with Taylor in perspective. He knew he was missing something, and it wasn't just that no one could possibly want to shop that often. This was it, then.
"Yeah, really." Troy is somehow taller than him, which is sort of novel, but then they're on Chad's bed and sort of failing around and also kissing, and Chad has no idea how he going to explain any of this to anyone, much less keep it up for two weeks, but, whatever, there should be plenty of mistletoe.
Now off to dinner and maybe watching awesomeness with people? Some of that sentence was not a question!
I guess because lite-bright is always needling me about it, and since I am feeling EXTREMELY AWESOME what with President Obama, I wrote some things, really a thing. About things! Aren't you proud of me, Jane? I hope you are!
There's some set-up for this; I am not done with that yet, guys.
Chad blinks. He's not, uh, used to this thing yet? "This thing" being how Troy, his best friend, and also a dude, like the dude to beat all the other dudes at their game, except for maybe possibly Chad himself and Charles Barkley, is not a dude anymore. Chad is still fighting the temptation to call Troy "bro" except now that sounds creepy and also wrong.
It's a weird thing. Troy is still standing there when Chad opens his eyes again. "Uh, what? Did you actually say that you wanted to go over to the mall?" Troy makes that tired-of-this expression that Chad has seen a million times on Taylor's face, and, uh, okay, this is just like hanging out with her. He can do this. Except that it's also Troy, and now the idea of Troy being tired of hanging out with him, and doing stuff with like, Gabriella and Taylor, even if he's sworn that he won't, is really kinda freaking Chad out. Man, he has got to get over this.
"Yeah. I mean, I'm not gonna spend Christmas hiding out in your room. I need something to wear." Chad nods, and edges around Troy, carefully respecting personal space and stuff that he does now, because his mom didn't raise a savage, and no matter how much he lies and claims that Troy is like, this serious girl he met, and it's really intense, his mom still periodically checks on them. Which, like, super-annoying. She never used to do that with Troy, or at least, back when he was a dude.
Chad didn't want to jump Troy's bones when he was a dude either. Well, not all the time. Fair enough.
This is kinda confusing, and it makes Chad's head hurt. Troy is tapping one bare foot on the ground, and looking kinda confused, which, good times, makes two of them. "You idiot. Get over here and kiss me."
What. What. WHAT. "What?"
Eye-roll, and man, Chad knows how much those hurt. Actually, since it's Troy, all-around-star, it's probably like a serious condemnation. And Troy's the one who is randomly propositioning people! Why doesn't Chad get to be righteously outraged- Troy has really soft lips. Like, really soft. They taste kinda like pink lemonade, but really soft nice pink lemonade, but with hotness.
Troy steps back for a second. "Dude. No one has ever just wanted to go to the mall. It's code for making out." Troy says this like it's completely obvious, which, hello, it is not. Chad lets it slide.
"Really?" Although this kinda puts his relationship with Taylor in perspective. He knew he was missing something, and it wasn't just that no one could possibly want to shop that often. This was it, then.
"Yeah, really." Troy is somehow taller than him, which is sort of novel, but then they're on Chad's bed and sort of failing around and also kissing, and Chad has no idea how he going to explain any of this to anyone, much less keep it up for two weeks, but, whatever, there should be plenty of mistletoe.
Now off to dinner and maybe watching awesomeness with people? Some of that sentence was not a question!