GRANT && MAGIC This Place About To BLOW ! *

[chess]

just studying, sure. that was something that grant, magic and chess would be able to handle right? i mean, they were only the three most hyper boys in all of j cricket. they should have been able to handle a quiet night of studying right? so then why was chester jason abrams waking up at three in the afternoon the next day and why was he feeling hung over if they hadn't even been drinking or anything? oh, well he had downed about a six pack of soda on his own, three monster energy drink and a whole bunch more candy than he could possibly remember. what made things even stranger was that all three boys were in a bed together. pushing both of his roommates off of his bed very rudely he tried to get himself out of bed. "dudes come on now. i know we're roommates and all and i know you can't resist me but i was deff not down for this threesome that we were having last night." he of course was joking but he was pretty sure that his joke fell upon deaf ears because grant and magic were both trying to figure out how they had ended up on the floor.

leaning up in his bed he reached for his head. it was pounding like a drum and he had no clue. why. looking around the room all he saw was candy wrappers, empty bags of chips and soda cans and textbooks and notebook papers strew across the floor and the beds of his roommates. the place looked as though a hurricane had passed threw it. their neighbors were probably pissed. after he was done looking around at the damage he went looking for his phone. if he couldn't remember what had happened last night during his study session he was pretty sure that something stupid must have went down. "alright, seriously. which one of you guys drugged me cause i DO NOT remember calling angel, faye or alice at all last night." there was no way that any of those calls could have ended well. faye would probably kill all three of them and angel... "OHMYGOD! I CALLED ANGEL LAST NIGHT! WHAT IF SHE HEARD EVERYTHING THAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT?! chess was doomed if angel had heard about his plan or even if she had heard about how he really felt about her.

rolling off his bed and falling onto the floor with his roommates he dug around until he found a can of monster that was unopened and started chugging it down like a champ. "also if we called faye i'm pretty sure we're all doomed. she hates being prank called, especially if it was the three of us." he was trying to stay as calm as humanly possible but really the fact that he couldn't remember what had happened during their study session the night before was a bit annoying. whatever is was though they must have had fun because they pretty much always did. either way he was determined to figure out what happened one way or another. maybe they would just have to repeat the events of last night to jog their memories or something.

WORD COUNT FIVE HUNDRED THIRTY SEVEN MUSIC THE PRESS WAR BY YOU, ME AND EVERYONE WE KNOW OUTFIT THIS PLACE ABOUT TO BLOW TAGS GRANT AND MAGIC ! NOTES <33333

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Magic had always been a peaceful sleeper. He didn't toss and turn, didn't talk in his sleep. Hell, he didn't even snore. Despite all these fantastic sleep habits, though, he was an incredibly light sleeper. One shift in the atmosphere and he was up. So when Chess merely sat up, Magic found himself rubbing at his eyes. He swallowed, allowing the saliva to coat his dry throat and blinked his eyes open. Sun. That was all he saw, and he closed his eyes quickly again. Why did it have to be so god damn bright? As the boy opened his mouth to ask what time it was, he was suddenly shoved off of the bed, along with his best friend Grant who promptly landed on top of him. Magic wheezed, rolling Grant off of him gently, for he was far too kind to shove Grant, and gasping for air. "Chess, you asshole!" he laughed, venturing to open his eyes once more. He groaned as he did and rolled on to his stomach, comically crawling toward the light. "Sun....bad..."

[/color] he croaked, reaching up and closing the blinds, collapsing back onto the floor once he had.

Magic sat up, blinking a few times and looking around the room. Damn, they'd torn the place up. There was candy and soda cans everywhere, a few text books lying about, and some DVD's scattered across the floor. He spotted an opened bag of sour patch kids on the ground and reached for them, also grabbing a can of Dr. Pepper. The breakfast of champions, obviously. He popped a candy into his mouth and chewed it slowly, sitting criss-cross against the wall and examining his outfit. His cardigan was twisted around him and...where was his other shoe. "Guys...where's my other shoe? Wait...these aren't even my shoes! What the hell did we do last night?!"[/color] he asked, kicking off the blue moccasin that wasn't his. He shook his head slightly. How had a night of studying turned into this? A night of studying. That had been a joke. He squinted up at Chess as he endured a meltdown, cringing and covering his ears. "Okay...first, let's stop yelling, yeah? I'm sure...well...I bet....maybe it wasn't so bad?"[/b] he suggested, his ears perking up when he heard the familiar ring of his phone getting a text. "all my life i've been good, but now. oh iiiiii'm thinking, 'what the hell?' Magic stood and stretched out his thin body before making his way across the room and grabbing his phone. The face-plate read 'Alice' and he opened the text message, laughing as he read it. "Ohhh shit, we pissed Alice off. If we pissed her off...uh-oh..."[/color] he said, his eyes widening in realization that they must've said something even worse to Faye or Angel. Possibly both. "Well...we're too cute to hurt...right? They'll let us off the hook...and if not, I'll just get them all a vacation to Maui or something."[/b]

Magic sighed and laid back on the floor, next to Grant, rolling over and resting his head on Grant's chest. Often he would resort to resting his head on Grant's shoulder or chest or sometimes lap. It wasn't just Grant, he was this affectionate with whomever he was with, but Grant was extra comfortable and, most importantly, let him. Rarely would Grant tell Magic to get off or leave him alone, and that was why Grant was Magic's best friend. He groaned as his head pounded, his body sticky from sleeping so close to Grant and Chess all night. "Is it possible to have a hangover without ever drinking any alcohol? Because I have one, I'm pretty sure."
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TAG CHESS&&GRANT
OUTFIT cutie pie <3
NOTES they are the coolest guys in the whole wide world
TUNES heaven help us , my chemical romance.
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[genie]

Someone was stupid, apparently. Stupid enough to stick Grant in a dorm room with Magic and Chess. But this also garunteed him a good senior year. A sleepless one too, but still great. Opening his eyes, only to be promptly shoved off the bed, Grant groaned. "Jeez, Chess. You can't be a little gentler?" He muttered, realizing he was on top of Magic. The older boy refused to blush as he was gently moved off his best friend. He layed on the ground, trying to recall the previous night. He faintly remembered playing ding dong ditch of sorts with Faye, and prank calling her, Alice, and Angel. He sighed, a hand reaching up to his throbbing forehead. Damn. He had a bad headache. He sat up and examined the room, torn up and messy. It looked awful. And he was pretty sure studying had not happened.

Looking up, his eardrums shook as Chess yelled. "I remember calling them. Well, Faye, at least." He proceeded to freak out about Angel. Poor Chess. "Calm down! I highly doubt she heard us discussing the plan. She probably hung up." Grant muttered, rubbing his temples. That was when he heard Magic asking about his shoes. His eyes followed Magic as he went to answer his phone, and the senior boy couldn't help but let his eyes linger at certain points. He heard another thump and saw Chess on the floor too. He said something about them being doomed for calling Faye. "Yeah. She's going to kill us." This was followed by Magic saying they'd pissed off Alice. They were dead. Dead dead dead dead dead. "You two may be too cute to hurt, but I think Faye'll hit me a couple times. A vacation to Maui? How will that help?" The senior boy said, laying down again.

He suddenly felt Magic's head on his chest and the older boy relaxed. This was nice. The fact that Magic was so affectionate was nice. Grant wouldn't deny the affect either. And Grant never denied his best friend this privilige. The other boy groaned and he joined him, sighing. "I think so, because I think I have the same thing." He muttered, shutting his eyes.

hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, CHESS and MAGIC
they’re all, a number
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “whoo!”