Chase's POV
Don't wake me!!!
Don't wake me up!!!
Don't wake me up!!!
I woke up to the sound of my phone playing, "Don't Wake Me Up" by Chris Brown.
Ugh, stupid phone. Apparently, iPhones have the so called 'Siri' and 'Safari' which can understand your searches and your voice.
Unfortunately, iPhone's don't have any apps that understand song lyrics.
The song clearly said, "Don't wake me up."
But no, iPhones don't have a "Understand Song Lyrics" app. So what do they do? Fucking wake you up at 8:00 AM on the weekend. Who wakes up at 8:00 AM on the weekends?
Note to self: Change fucking alarm song to "Wake Me Up" by Avicii.
Groggily, I sat up, grabbing my phone from my nightstand.
Scrolling down all my notifications, I noticed I had a message from Jake.
J: Coming over at 1
I replyed with a quick "k" before getting up and dragging my self into the shower.
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"Mom, Jake's coming over today!" I called, as I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a soda and some snacks to eat.
"What? But isn't that boy, your partner in class, coming over today?" My mom asked, turning to face me, a quizzical look on her face.
Oh shit. I forgot Kris was coming over today.
"Uhh, yeah, he's coming over too."
"Well then, isn't this his first time since that project started?"
Crap, I totally forgot it was. How'd she remember these things more than me?
Oh shit... I have to clean my damn room.
"I gotta go clean my room, thanks mom!" I replied as I stuffed the food in my pocket, hurriedly.
"Since when do you clean your room when someone comes over?" My mom questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Uhh since... now?" I answered questioningly.
She's right... Since when do I clean my room when someone comes over. I don't even clean my room when relatives come over.
Ugh. I swear to god that boy's doing something to my brain. Tingly feelings, drooling over his body, checking him out, caring about him, worrying about him, and now caring what he thinks about my room? What the fuck am I doing?
I groaned inwardly, walking back into my room.
Who cares what some fag thinks? I don't even give a fuck about him or his damn opinions.
Irritately, I ran a hand through my unbrushed hair.
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Kris's POV
"Kris, get up, you gotta go to Chase's house today remember? It's for a grade," my dad remarked, pulling the covers off me.
"Dad, I'm sick..." I mumbled unconvincingly as I curled up into a ball, clutching my pillow.
"Son, that trick doesn't work on me. Your bruises have faded a lot already. Come on, get up. You can't ditch on the nice boy." my dad insisted.
Nice boy my ass. He ditched me plenty of times, just because I touched his fucking shoulder.
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Project: Love Me (BxB)
Teen Fiction18 year old kris anderson was gay. Being in the closet, kris manages to survive through his highschool years so far... that is until his peacefully life takes a turn when his father gets a new job in california. which also meant moving, new schools...
