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[sub]A [@smarty0114] & [@Hey Im Jordan] collab
Featuring: [color=f6c142]Connor Prince[/color], [color=a52521]Owen Lyon[/color], [color=309b75]Damian O’Connor[/color] & [color=b57f13]Henry Green[/color]
Location: The Green House[/sub][/center]
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[color=a52521][b]“Why do you got me carryin’ this fucking thing? It’s heavy, dude.”[/b][/color] Owen complained from the back end of a huge, heavy CRT TV that Henry had himself and Damian carrying up the stairs. Henry, standing in the back of the Elite, looked over at Connor, and shrugged his shoulders. The truth was, Henry didn’t want to carry the goddamn thing, because it weighed like a thousand pounds. Owen and Damian were both ripped to the fucking gills, why wouldn’t he have them carry it? Owen, of course, was probably just bitter because he had to carry the heavy part.

[color=b57f13][b]“Because, dude! Shit’s heavy. I ain’t gonna carry it, I’ll drop it like a bitch. You and Dames, though? You guys got this. And before you ask, this guy here, dude’s a guest. He ain’t liftin’ shit so we can play Melee and Double Dash. Which, by the way, took a while to find and buy. Seven gotdamn months I been huntin’ this T.V. down, now we finally got a CRT to play old ass GameCube games on. You’re in for a treat, brother.”[/b][/color] Henry said, glancing over at Connor.

[color=309b75][b]“I shoulda took my shirt off… Geezus, I’m building up a sweat.”[/b][/color]

[color=b57f13][b]“Great, now I’m gonna have shirtless, sweaty, glistening, Chad McChad in my room playing video games.”[/b][/color]

[color=309b75][b]“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”[/b][/color]

Connor’s first week at BHHS had been eventful, what with basketball tryouts and a certain blonde who was playing hard to get like it was an Olympic sport. Damian inviting him to Henry’s was a nice break from reality. He’d been moping over his involuntary relocation to California, until he’d come to the realization that his dad had sent him to the party capital of the world for a detox. If this school was good for one thing, it was a good fucking time. Damian and his friends seemed to be the best time of all, and so he’d seized the opportunity.

[color=f6c142][b]“Where the fuck did you find this thing anyways? It’s ancient,”[/b][/color] Connor said, following behind Damian and Owen as they climbed the stairs. He said a silent prayer that neither of them slipped and came tumbling down. Crushed by big ass TV was the least cool way to die.

[color=b57f13][b]“Flew to Florida. Made a couple of contacts. Found a fatass Smash nerd, traced him to his locals. Bought some shitty ass Florida weed, banged a pretty fire Florida line, and bought their tournament TV. Now, we’re carrying it up to the game room so we can plug a console from 2001 into a TV from 1990 and play a game that’s only fun when you’re high. Any questions?”[/b][/color] Henry asked, leaning forward toward Connor slightly with a raised eyebrow.

[color=f6c142][b]“One,”[/b][/color] Connor said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a dime bag stuffed with weed. [color=f6c142][b]“You got a bong?”[/b][/color] He cracked a cheeky grin, because of fucking course Henry had a bong. He’d known the guy for all of ten minutes, and there was nothing he was more sure of. These dudes might be obscenely rich in the way that makes you question the wealth divide in America, but they were chill as fuck, he’d give them that.

[color=b57f13][b]“Dude… I got like, seven. Don’t even worry about that. Take a left here, I opened the door for you guys.”[/b][/color] Henry said, directing traffic to the two muscleheads that sighed as they followed orders. Heading into the room that Henry had designated, they placed the TV on the ground in the center of the room, and found themselves face-to-face with a giant, wall mounted, modern TV.

[color=a52521][b]“Oh, you MOTHERFUCKER!”[/b][/color] Owen snapped, turning to glare at Henry, who frowned, wondering what the problem was.

[color=b57f13][b]“What, dude? That little blonde nerd kid you’re always hanging out with TOLD ME that I need the CRT to have an authentic Smash experience!”[/b][/color] Henry said defensively, and Owen just seemed to get more mad.

[color=a52521][b]“Yeah, if we wanna play the shitty ass one from the 2000s! What, did Zach tell you not to play Smash Ultimate, too? He’s a fucking idiot, Henry! He’s like a goddamn twig. Why would you trust him with anything?!”[/b][/color] Owen demanded, and Henry shook his head.

[color=b57f13][b]“He plays Smash! We don’t! He knows things we don’t about this kinda thing, and he said Melee is the best, and that it’s best played on a CRT TV, so I hunted one down!”[/b][/color] Henry snapped defensively.

Connor laughed. [color=f6c142][b]“Henry, I’m not gonna lie, I don’t think Smash is like, something you get a degree in. I’m pretty sure the bar for being an expert is pretty low. I mean, yeah there’s techniques and shit, but like, it’s a video game. I think their enjoyable on like, any TV.”[/b][/color] He walked over to the fat box of plastic, glass and metal and gave it a slap. [color=f6c142][b]“Plus, there’s a reason these things were left in the Stone Age. But, I mean, since you got it, and y’all hauled it all the way up here, we might as well put it to some use.”[/b][/color] He shrugged and took a seat on the couch in front of the TV, taking in Henry’s room. The place was nice, he couldn’t deny that.

[color=b57f13][b]“I mean, I guess you’re right, but I trust that dude. He’s good at it, dude. Yo, Damian, help me move this — yo, what the fuck dude! I thought we agreed, no strippin’ down in my house!”[/b][/color] Henry complained, but it seemed like it was all in vain. Damian had already discarded his shirt and was taking off his belt to get out of his jeans, leaving Henry to drag the T.V. to the wall by himself. There was a designated spot for it, with its own entertainment center, but Henry didn’t seem like he was going to lift it up on his own.

[color=309b75][b]“Hell nah, brother. I ain’t about to do all of that, and then try and [i]relax[/i] while wearing my goddamn shirt and pants.”[/b][/color] By that point, Damian had stripped down to his boxers, dropping his jeans and shirt on the ground. Stretching to either side, Damian sighed as he rolled his neck side to side. [color=309b75][b]“That’s so much better… I don’t know how you guys can live without taking your fucking shirt off, [i]at least[/i].”[/b][/color]

Connor’s gaze fell on Damian, damn near naked and covered in muscles. Jesus, how did a dude even get that ripped? He hadn’t quite realized how closely Damian toed the line of nudism, but this was as clear a sign as he could get. Looking over Damian’s body, he was greeted with that all too familiar discomfort in his stomach, yet admiration held his gaze steady. He was just forcing the discomfort down when he felt an unwelcome twitching and-HOLYFUCKINGSHIT. His dick had decided that now was a good time to stand to attention, for whatever reason that might fucking be. Leaning forward ever so slightly to hide his situation, he looked over at Owen and Henry. [color=f6c142][b]“So, we Smashin’ or what?”[/b][/color]

[color=309b75][b]“We can get to the Smashin’ here pretty soon, calm down, turbo. Henry’s gonna wanna get ripped, and I gotta get comfortable.”[/b][/color] Damian said, pulling over one of the huge Lazy Boy chairs in the room over, sitting down in it and folding his hands on his stomach, and closing his eyes. Damian and his perfectly chiseled body seemed like it was gearing up for a nap. Owen was moving toward the minifridge, and Henry was approaching Connor with his bong for the night in his hands.

[color=b57f13][b]“Yo, you okay, bro? You were starin’ at Dames pretty hard there, bro, don’t think no one noticed. [i]I[/i] noticed, I’m a very observant motherfucker. Gimme your weed.”[/b][/color] He said, holding out his hand. For the most part, Henry at least seemed to not care about the staring. In fact, he might have just been bluffing — it was tough to tell with him, and it always was. [color=b57f13][b]“I got a lighter, don’t worry.”[/b][/color]

Connor pulled the weed out of his pocket and handed it to Henry. [color=f6c142][b]“I’m chillin. I was just, like, thinking and shit. Sometimes, to everyone’s amazement, I think,”[/b][/color] he said with a chuckle. His [i]situation[/i] had resolved itself, thank God. That had been weird. Connor obviously knew when a dude was good looking. For instance, he was currently surrounded by good looking dudes, hell, he was a good looking dude. He might even go as far as to say that he had an appreciation for a hot guy, but popping a boner over his new homie taking off his clothes? Yeah, that was whack.  

Alright, fine. Henry was going to give it to him. He’d let it go, if he didn’t want to admit that the real amazement in the room was Damian’s iron corded muscles, especially when coupled with the lighting (that seemed to always hit him [i]just[/i] right, that fucker) and the slight sheen of sweat he had on from heaving the TV up the stairs… what? Henry may have liked girls, but that also meant he knew what girls liked. And, the reality was, Damian was what girls liked. Girls and… very possibly Connor. But hey, Henry wasn’t one to judge — his daddy had taught him better than that.

As Henry finished up packing the bong, Owen approached with a couple of bottles in his hands, and he glanced over at Henry, [color=a52521][b]“Seriously? No beer?”[/b][/color] Owen asked in a standard Owen voice — a grumpy, stilted, and gruff one. Regardless, Owen held out one of the bottles of coke to Connor. [color=a52521][b]“Drink.”[/b][/color]

[color=f6c142][b]“Thanks,”[/b][/color] he said, taking one of the bottles and twisting off the cap. He took a sip from the bottle, thankful that Henry had dropped his staring episode. Despite that, he couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in his stomach, the one that told him everyone knew. [color=f6c142][b]“So like, how do you guys all know each other?”[/b][/color] he asked, both out of curiosity and an effort to divert attention away from him.

[color=a52521][b]“For the most part, we sort of grew up together. Our dads were, and mostly still are, pretty close when they were younger. We didn’t really have the same type of bond that they do, at least not at first, but after I had a pretty bad breakup, Damian suggested that we make a ‘thing’ like our Dads had.”[/b][/color] He paused to take a sip of his drink, and glance over at their glorious leader — who was currently lightly napping. [color=a52521][b]“Damian’s a good dude, and he’s a helluva leader. He got kicked off of the football team because of some dumbass shit I did at a party he threw… I don’t know how they’re gonna go without his… energy, I guess? I dunno. Anyway, Henry here, he’s not really in the group.”[/b][/color]

Henry’s eyes lifted up from the bong and he pulled his mouth off of it. Keeping the smoke in his lungs, he spoke in a slightly strained voice. [color=b57f13][b]“That’s cuz I ain’t wanna be in your little boy band,”[/b][/color] the smoke left and Henry coughed, still trying to speak. [color=b57f13][b]“I’m just your consultant since none of ya know how to deal with my bitch ass sister.”[/b][/color]

Owen shook his head and looked back at Connor, [color=a52521][b]“we call ourselves the Elite because we think we’re clever.”[/b][/color]

Connor chuckled. The Elite was about as melodramatic a name you could get, but this was a melodramatic school. After this last week, he wouldn’t even rank that on his top ten weirdest things list. Henry passed him the bong and Connor grabbed it gently, and brought it to his lap. [color=f6c142][b]“Your sister’s Hailey, right?”[/b][/color] he asked, before lighting the bowl and taking in a deep pull of smoke. The politics at BHHS were hard to follow, especially considering how many people seemed to be related in this town. He’d slowly been getting the hang of it though, and Hailey Green had been hard to miss.

[color=b57f13][b]“Yeah, un-fucking-fortunately. We’ve made.. amends, I guess, but sibling rivalries run deep and burn hot, so dinner was fucking awkward. Christ.”[/b][/color] Henry ran a hand through his hair and shook his head, thinking back to the Saturday night to himself, and realizing he [i]did[/i] need a fucking beer. His sister was an easy trigger point for him, and he was realizing now that he was sitting with someone that didn’t have any idea about her. [color=b57f13][b]“Hailey’s alright, she’s just… very dedicated and kind of a control freak. She did Owen dirty, but I think time heals all wounds. Funny thing? Only reason she and I made up is we’re both fucking Korean girls. Shit.”[/b][/color]

[color=f6c142][b]“Well, that’s one way I guess. Korean girls could probably give us world peace, let’s be honest,”[/b][/color] Connor said. He had half a mind to ask them about Selena, but he refrained. He’d already brought her up to Damian the other day, and it seemed like she wasn’t exactly well liked within this circle. He handed the bong towards Owen, who gave him a short shake of his head, so he passed it back towards Henry, and took another sip of his Coke. [color=f6c142][b]“I won’t lie, this schools kinda fuckin’ crazy. I mean, back in New York, I went to this private school that was all senator’s kids and shit, and even they didn’t get into the shit you guys do. Guess it’s a west coast thing,”[/b][/color] he said.

[color=b57f13][b]“Dude, this school is retarded. Beverly Hills High School has more like… espionage, and political intrigue than a fuckin’ James Bond movie. Everybody here thinks they’re way more important than everyone else on the gotdamn planet because they’re lucky enough to be born and bred into rich ass families. They all think high school never ends. I’m over here just tryna make it through this shit, get laid, get high, get drink, rinse and repeat, and my sister is here makin’ this into damn near Game of Thrones shit. Now, I ain’t ever watch Game of Thrones, but I can only assume.”[/b][/color] Henry signed and shook his head, hitting the bong and blowing the smoke out, [color=b57f13][b]“I gotta say, I’m at least happy that [i]she’s[/i] done being a bitch, but I already know that someone else is gonna fill the void.”[/b][/color]

[color=a52521][b]“They’re animals. [i]Leeches.[/i] They live for this drama shit, and the rest of us have to die for it. Try to avoid it if you can, but the reality is… it’ll come for you, buddy.”[/b][/color] Owen said, looking up at Connor. BHHS was a terrible place, and they were all equally stuck in it.

[color=f6c142][b]“It’s high school. I’m pretty sure it is legally required to suck ass,”[/b][/color] Connor said. He took another hit and as he exhaled, he let the wave of calming euphoria rush over him. This was good stuff. Connor shrugged and said, [color=f6c142][b]“Bullshit comes and goes, but high school, that shit never ends. Maybe I’m biased though. My dad basically just plays the same game, with a bunch of adults.”[/b][/color] 

[color=b57f13][b]“What’s your Dad do? Mine hides behind his sister — my Mom’s wife, my Mother. It’s a whole thing, don’t worry about it — and goes to festivals. He also owns and runs one of the local pizza parlors, Captain Cuddles. It’s stupid, it’s named after one of his nicknames from the girls in his friend group… look, I hate my father.”[/b][/color] Henry paused to take the bong and hit it, before adding. [color=b57f13][b]“I hate all my parents, we don’t get on so well, but I can’t complain. I got a credit card with no limit, and nobody asks any questions. I live with the girl I’m sleeping with… no real complaints. We just… don’t get on so hot.”[/b][/color] Henry shrugged his shoulders, but the reality was that it was a touchy subject for the young man; weed, or no weed.

Hating your Dad? Connor spoke that language like a pro. [color=f6c142][b]“Mines a senator from New York. Timothy Prince, youngest governor of New York, current head of the Committee on Foreign Affairs, and asshole extraordinaire,”[/b][/color] Connor said, chuckling before he took a hit. [color=f6c142][b]“He didn’t think my image was great for a presidential campaign, so here I am.”[/b][/color] He shrugged. [color=f6c142][b]“I mean, now I don’t have to see him, or my mom, and I’m pretty much allowed to do whatever, as long as I keep it quiet from my uncle. Life could be worse,”[/b][/color] Connor said, with far more nonchalance than he actually felt about the situation. In all honesty, that rejection had cut deep, but the boys didn’t want to know about his deep seeded issues with acceptance. That would just be a downer.

[color=b57f13][b]“I heard the image thing before. If you ask the newspapers I’m a ‘bad boy,’ whatever the fuck that means. Moms think I’d make a good reality show character, but that I need to tighten up my act before I ruin ‘the good name of the family,’ whatever the fuck that means. Fact is, it’s not [i]my[/i] fault the company has my name in it… It doesn’t matter. Mom and Mother kinda ignore me, so I do whatever I want.”[/b][/color] Henry shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and checked his watch. [color=b57f13][b]“Yo, how long should we let that fucker sleep before we play some games? Real asshole, that guy is.”[/b][/color] He said, gesturing toward the sleeping Damian.

Connor looked over at Damian, who was still looking like a Greek god unfortunately, and shrugged. [color=f6c142][b]“How long can the dude sleep? Dudes not even high and he’s passed the fuck out,”[/b][/color] He laughed for no real reason other than the fact that he was high as shit. [color=f6c142][b]“I’d just blast some music in his ear and call it a day.”[/b][/color]

[color=b57f13][b]“I dunno, probably a while. He’s a tired dude. It’s cool, we can just let him sleep… The rest of us can play, and he’ll probably wake up from the noises. No worries,”[/b][/color] Henry shook his head, and stood up, wobbled from side to side, and headed over to the shelf that seemed to have one of every game console known to man. High off his ass, Henry paused and turned to look at Connor, squinting slightly. [color=b57f13][b]“Ay, bro, you gay? It’s cool if you gay. Pride!”[/b][/color] Henry had lost all form of inhibition.

A nervous chuckle broke through his lips, and he turned that chuckle into a full blown laugh. [color=f6c142][b]“Nah bro. Thanks for the support though, I’m sure the community appreciates,”[/b][/color] he said. Despite his grin, his cheeks were tinged red, and his stomach was doing flips. That was a normal response to being asked point blank if you’re gay, especially when you’re definitely NOT gay. Definitely, totally, one hundred percent, not gay. [color=f6c142][b]“Now, lets Smash.”[/b][/color]