== Be the whore.
John Egbert awoke to a jumble of limbs and sheets. He lazily grabbed his glasses and looked around. Next to him was a freckled blond; the name of whom he did not know. John giggled to himself as he recalled the events of last night. He'd been pleasantly surprised to see two men who were obviously brothers walk into his workplace and call for him. John could tell by their country twang that they weren't from around here, but he accepted the request anyways. He had to admit, however, that he was a bit disappointed at the fact that the older one had opted out of the fun, but he had enjoyed himself nonetheless.
The boy next to John could not be any older than himself. Though he was a bit more muscular, he had an air of immaturity about him that could only mean he was young. This boy was unusual and unlike any of the others. Rather than having sex like the older one had suggested, the young blond had instead asked if John had wanted to play video games. This had seemed odd and John had wondered if the boy was messing with him. After all, why would anyone pay so much for someone to play video games with? What's more is that this particular boy had on a pair of aviators that seemed to be on his face whether it be day or night.
John's thoughts were interrupted as the boy stirred next to him. He mumbled something that sounded quite like, "I have the car". This drew a sleepy chuckle out of John; what a strange creature. John then proceeded to get out of bed. He slowly searched the messy room and grabbed the shirt closest to him. Only after he had put it on did he realize that it was not his shirt. Too groggy to care, the raven-haired boy slinked back into the bed and nestled himself into the warm comfort of the blond boy.
== Be the not-so-cool coolkid.
Much more of a morning person than his older brother, Dave Strider opened his eyes and yawned. He surveyed the room only to see that it was still dark and couldn't be later than 5 or 6:30 in the morning. He had tried to stretch, but there was a mysterious boy using his arm as a pillow. When Dave tried to untangle himself from the boy's grasp, the dark-haired one just clutched on a bit harder and curled into Dave.
Dave stared harshly at the boy, willing him to move in order to allow Dave to get up. To no avail, the boy remained, only moving his arm out from under the bedsheets. This was when Dave took notice to the shirt the boy was wearing. It was none other than his ratty red broken record shirt. Why is he wearing it, Dave thought idly to himself.
Becoming restless, he quickly tore his arm out from under the boy's head and replaced it with a pillow. Thankfully, the boy only moaned unconsciously and returned to normal. The blond quickly put on his favorite sunglasses and grabbed some clothes out of his closet.
Dave walked quickly to the bathroom and set his clothes on the counter. He turned on the shower and let the water run over him until he heard the door handle turn.
A/N: First fanfic! May or may not finish depending on if you guys like it c: