During the bus ride to the airport
Alex was sleeping, his red-and-black doo-rag was hanging on a coat hook above him, and besides that, his boxer-clad buttcrack was showing, making for an unpleasant sight for everybody sitting behind him.
"Cooper, I don't know about you, but I'm getting tired of staring at Alex's buttcrack," Nat said, giggling.
"Yeah, me too," said Cooper.
"I know a way we can get him to pull his pants up. Watch this," said Thomas, then he went over to Alex and poked his buttcrack, making him squeak.
"Thomas, I don't think you really wanna wake him," said Nat.
Thomas poked Alex's buttcrack again, this time waking him.
"Will you please quit touching my butt?! What are you, gay?!" screamed Alex, then he pulled his pants up, lied down, and went back to sleep.
"Oh yeah, Alex?" said Nat.
Alex got up. "Yes, Nat?"
"It's a good thing that you pulled you pants up. We were getting tired of looking at your boxer-clad butt, haha."
Alex turned away, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his shorts down.
Nat chucked.
Just before Alex pulled his shorts up, he farted and he and Thomas laughed, while Nat just giggled a bit, while Alex pulled his shorts up.
"At least your boxers weren't down when you did that, haha," said Nat.
"Oh, did you want me to?" Alex said as he dropped his shorts and grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs.
"No, no, no. You don't have to," Nat said quickly.