Just something I couldn't resist doing. Barbs (AKA Barbie) is my candy on MCL.
Don't hate me.
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"I'm telling you, mine are way more defined than yours are, Lysander." Castiel pointed to his stomach before smirking. "It's okay to be jealous every now and then, dude."
"I'm afraid you're mistaken. My abs are much better than yours are." Lysander wasn't about to let his friend get away with insulting his abs. Insulting a man's stomach was enough to start an old fashioned victorian sass off and, in Lysander's opinion, Castiel was about to get sassed straight out of the locker room.
"Did I hear that correctly? You must be as blind as you are forgetful."
Lysander's lips formed into a smirk before making his comeback, "You say such hurtful things, my friend. Mine are so defined that I would surely be able to grate a wheel of cheese in a matter of seconds while yours couldn't even take down a cheese cube in an hour."
"You did not just go there." Castiel's fists clenched in anger. "Mine could grate way more cheese than yours."
"Really, I'd love to see them try."
"Bri-"
Before Castiel could challenge his friend, Kentin decided to remove his shirt and enter the so-called 'yo abs battle.'
"Excuse me, but I think my eight pack just blew you all out of this competition." He smirked deviously before putting his shirt back on and exiting the locker room to head to his next class.
"Well..." Lysander and Castiel were speechless, but regained their composure eventually and got dressed before heading to their next class. After the locker room was cleared, a couple of the lockers slowly opened and two girls stepped out.
"Well, that was something." Said Rosalya as she stepped out of her locker and headed toward Barbs.
"I'll say, we should do this more often." Barbs linked arms with Rosa and they skipped into the glorious sunset (which was weirder than anything since it was before noon).
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Well there's my mind for ya. I don't really know how this entered, but I'm not sorry. At least, not yet.