Jim narrowed his eyes in concentration as he snipped the fabric carefully.

Seb walked into the room. "Hey, Boss. Whatcha up to?"

Jim glared at Seb. "I told you not to call me that when we're at school!"

Seb held his hands up in surrender. "So, whatcha up to, Jim?"

"Nothing." Jim looked at him innocently.

Seb huffed. "Obviously."

"I'm not doing anything!" Jim shook his head.

"Really? Then why are you in another band's stuff?"

"Uh . . . Getting something for someone."

"By ripping their band uniforms?"

"Uh . . . They needed new ones."

"Uh-huh."

"They did." Jim muttered. "They were ugly."

"Okay." Seb shrugged.

"You're okay with it?" Jim tilted his head.

"You already did it." He shrugged.

Jim grinned. "I did a lot more than just this." He murmured.

"Fun. Tell me after we run." He held out his hand.

Jim grinned before taking Seb's hand and running while laughing hysterically.