[ ✓ ] ❝I want all of it. I'm saying I want us to be friends...with benefits.❞
RICKY BOWEN x EJ CASWELL.
HSMTMTS (SEASON 2-3) AU!
+ slight canonical references
CASWEN FANFIC.
EXTENDED DESC INSIDE.
**REPOSTED/EDITED
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𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎. 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑'𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄.
❝WHERE THE FUCK IS Caswell?" Marcus groaned, kicking his empty packet of chips to the side. Anders's supply of bottles was running low, and EJ still wasn't back. "It's been like half an hour, seriously. How long does it take to pick up a fucking bottle and walk?"
"Maybe he got lost," David sneered, and Marcus stretched just to push him.
"Yeah, right..."
Marcus's house was barely half the size of EJ's living room. He'd had to throw some chairs on the front porch, and open up the backyard just to have enough space for everyone.
He made sure that he told everyone that upstairs was off limits, even though he was certain that some people were already up there from the pattering noises that could be heard from below. Marcus shrugged it off—he didn't really care if people were wandering around his house, as long as they didn't find his dad's bedroom liquor collection, and they didn't break anything.
CRASH! A loud clatter sounded from upstairs, and everyone around looked around for a second. There was nothing broken around them, so everyone just kept dancing.
"Oooh, someone's broken something..." Adrien cooed to him from the kitchen counter. "You're going to be in trouble." He said in a sing-song voice, to tease him, but Marcus wasn't smiling.
