Chpt. 4- The Prince and the Popper, in a dressing room?!?!?!
The look in Carl's eyes was more mischievous than normal, he knew Blake would have no clue what he was doing and would call in Courtney to help who would call in Ginger who would see him dressing, embarrassing the goy to death. Little did he expect what happened next.
"Carl, could you, umm…come help me?" asked Blake Sheepishly
"What?!?, I mean wouldn't you rather Courtney help you?"
"Well this is the BOY'S dressing room," responds Blake.
"He has a point," Chime in the girls
"Oh well then, hold on Blakey-boy I'm comin in."
After stepping through the dressing room door Carl finds Blake standing there in a pair of dark black jean shorts and no shirt holding a beanie.
"Not a bad look for you Blakey-boy." Carl appears to mock.
"Hush up Foutley and show me where the arm holes are in this thing" *holds up beanie *
*Sweat drops * "that's a hat not a shirt,"
"Oh, now I'm embarrassed," says Blake looking towards his feet while turning a delightful shade of red.
The look in Carl's eyes was more mischievous than normal, he knew Blake would have no clue what he was doing and would call in Courtney to help who would call in Ginger who would see him dressing, embarrassing the goy to death. Little did he expect what happened next.
"Carl, could you, umm…come help me?" asked Blake Sheepishly
"What?!?, I mean wouldn't you rather Courtney help you?"
"Well this is the BOY'S dressing room," responds Blake.
"He has a point," Chime in the girls
"Oh well then, hold on Blakey-boy I'm comin in."
After stepping through the dressing room door Carl finds Blake standing there in a pair of dark black jean shorts and no shirt holding a beanie.
"Not a bad look for you Blakey-boy." Carl appears to mock.
"Hush up Foutley and show me where the arm holes are in this thing" *holds up beanie *
*Sweat drops * "that's a hat not a shirt,"
"Oh, now I'm embarrassed," says Blake looking towards his feet while turning a delightful shade of red.