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Chase leaned back in his chair nearly tipping over onto his growing mound of laundry. He let out a hum nodding his head along to the melody of the song he had finally finished. When his phone buzzed, vibrating on the desk beneath a pile of crumpled up paper. Chase stretched his arms before pushing aside the trash paper picking up his phone,
to see a notification pop up on the top of his phone screen, a familiar contact.
Heyyyyyyyyyyyy bobat!!!!! So I am hatei ugh.
Chase squinted his eyes taking a moment to decipher the message, in the end after 5 minutes of continuous squinting Chase came to the conclusion that it read.
Heyyyyyyyyyyyy brat i hate you so much. Though he didn't quite understand why he was getting messages from Buddy Maxwell, Chase was sure he had blocked him but I suppose he didn't since here he was getting a hurricane of messages each one popping up onto the screen after another vibrating like crazy. Completely blocking Chase's Allstars background. Chase shifted in his seat wondering why he had just gotten all these most likely drunken messages, until a final notification buzzed and all the vibrations of his phone went silent.
Chase leaned forward to see the last message and groaned as he did so.
"Pff, Decon wants me to pick Buddy up from the party? As if I would ever let that jerk into my car" but then again it was Deacon who's message Chase was about to ignore. He did always talk about how his family meant everything to him so would it really be right to let Deacon deal with a drunken jerk like buddy as well as all his other jerk friends?
Chase sighed through his nostrils stretching his arms wide as he pushed the chair back this time tipping it into the laundry pile.
It took about 20 minutes for Chase to find her keys, a wearable pair of pants and a shirt that didn't reek of bath and body Works Diamond spray. It took another 20 minutes to pinpoint down the location of the college Party Deacon and his friends were at. Chase never really understood why Deacon went to college parties; he never went to any highschool party's back when they were teens. Hell he didn't even go to prom, Chase was pretty sure that Deacons Jackass friends were the only reason he went, one of them being Buddy Maxwell, a 22 year old fashion major in the same year as Chase. Chase was lucky as he was a music major so they didn't see each other often, and Chase thanked God every day for that.
Chase strolled into the dorm room like any other college Party. It was lame, stuck of Alcohol, people making out in every corner of the cramped apartment. It wasn't anything new to Chase since he would be the one to fetch Deacon every time his friends ditched him at a party.
In the corner Chase's eyes landed on a pale skinny guy, he wasn't tall, just a bit taller than Chase. Well that's what Chase told himself, Chase eyes met Buddy Maxwells across the room his eyeliner smeared strands of thin black hair falling flat across his blue eyes.
Buddy strolled towards Chase, his black leather jacket nearly falling off his shoulder revealing he was wearing a black tank top underneath it. Really back on black? This dude was a fashion major? Chase could help but scowl seeing Buddy not even being able to stand properly he was so drunk. Either he was a lightweight or an alcoholic, Chase couldn't decide which one so instead he brought his attention to the man standing in front of him. Or well. ..trying at least.
"Tok yop ong enouj" (took you long enough) Buddy slurred his words poking a weak finger at the centre of Chase's chest.
"I'm really not in the mood for your attitude right now so if you could please stay here for two minutes while I go find Deacon, I would appreciate that" Chase said, removing Buddy's finger off of his chest, pushing past him into the kitchen. Where Chase spotted a familiar head of brunette hair and freckles.
"HEY! Decon I can't be your Uber each time you or your Jackass friends need a ride" Deacon gave Chase a startled look clearly he hadn't seen the blond furiously storm towards him and his group of friends.
"Chase it's the last time I swear could you please just drop Buddy at his boyfriend's house?" Deacon pressed his hands together; his tone was clearly one of pleading.
"That's what you said last time."
"I know but this time is actually the last time I swear" Chase frowned but reluctantly agreed to drop Buddy off at his boyfriend's house.
"I swear to God Deacon if this isn't the last time you better buy me some gluten free bread and the EXPENSIVE KIND!" Chase said, turning on his heel, strutting back into the living room to fetch Buddy and get out of here. Chase eyes searched the room darting from corner to another but the black haired boy wasn't there,
OH no, where did Buddy go...?