[Surprise bitch, this isn't retarded. #swag]

~Connie's House~

Sasha walked in the room, after she had woken up first and took the benefit of the doubt and tokens a shower – now dressed in Connie's shirt and shorts. Fortunately, Sasha takes long ass fucking showers and Connie had enough time to drive to the store and buy a big ass box of chocolates.

Connie was currently sitting on the sofa, scarfing down his 5th chocolate. Sasha gasped at the sight; her eyes sparkled at the lovely sight of CHOCOLATE. She rushed to the box, picking at it with her picky fingers and shoving 2 chocolates in her mouth at once.

"Sasha!" Connie smacked her hand lightly, sending her a scowl.

"Oh c'mon, you didn't expect me not to do this, did you?" Sasha shot back, swallowing down another chocolate. Connie just grunted in response, getting up wiping the falling chocolate pieces off his shorts. As he stood and stretched, he took the moment to admire Sasha's thin curve. For someone who ate so much, she was so … in shape. Sasha stared down at Connie's (somewhat) widened eyes and lifted is chin up, earning her a loud-blush from Connie. The blush was spreading like a wildfire, from embarrassment and general blushing. Sasha had a smirk on her face and let go of the grip, continuing to eat her chocolate and make her way to the porch to admire the view. Connie didn't live in gigantic rich apartments, in fact as a kid his mother could barely support their family, but they had advanced when his mother had found a job as a lawyer and was now dating a very rich businessman. They had been able to sell their home and move to better apartments, not completely diamond-rich apartments, but pretty good homes. Connie walked into the bathroom; now filled with steam from Sasha's hot shower; and shut the door behind him. With his cold fingers he began to lift up his shirt, revealing his flat chest to the warm air. He threw the blue baggy shirt to the floor and began to undress whatever else was on him, to lie on the floor.

He was greeted with the freezing water before it had turned warm, leaving him to flinch at the cold sensation sprayed onto his body. He let out a hiss and adjusted himself under the water, letting the hot water run down his tan skin before actually reaching for shampoo. He doused his hand in shampoo, spreading the soap around his barely-hair-growing head and smothering it around. He pushed the soap around, scratching it softly around his ear before grabbing a loofa and a bar of soap. Mixing them together and adding some water to the loofa to moisturize the soap more, before slapping it onto his chest and rubbing it in. He stared down at the white bath below him, not looking at anything in particular. They had never made anything official; in fact Connie didn't even know if they were in a relationship anyway; but by the looks of it, it seemed like they were a 'couple.' They had been supposedly 'dating' for about 3 weeks now, ever since their 'kind-of-a-terrible-but-kind-of-a-score' date. Connie, being the absolute dork he is; never having a girlfriend in his life; was unsure how to do anything. And even the thought of having … frick-frack, made him uneasy. He rinsed himself off, taking the next 20 minutes to stand under the hot water that pierced his skin.

"Jeez, you take long showers." Sasha commented as Connie walked into his room to find Sasha playing on her phone, occasionally rolling around in different positions to be comfortable.

"Yeah," Connie scoffed, "'I' take long showers." Sasha cringed her nose at him, returning her eyes back to the screen of her phone. Connie plopped next down next to her, laying his head on his pillow and turning his head slightly to spy on Sasha. Her feet stood up by Connie's head, they lay completely opposite from each other. Connie's eyes followed down her legs to her shorts and how her butt looked an- Okay yup, that's enough, nope. Connie could already feel the embarrassment arising, and the hard on that was slowly increasing. He smashed his legs together and turned sideways –away from Sasha –trying his best to hide whatever was sticking up in his pants. Sasha had noticed this and turned to look at him oddly, "What's wrong?" Connie let out a 'Nothing', hoping to not sound weird at all. Sasha squinted her eyes at him for the 3 seconds they made eye contact than directed her pupils back to her phone. She slid her finger down the screen, multiple pictures of selfies and random pictures of food and smoothies. She let out a silent 'tch' seeing that she couldn't get that food on the screen, even though it looked fucking delicious. After Connie was completely sure he hadn't have anything that would stick-out, he sat up and stared down at Sasha.

"What?" She asked, not even taking the time to turn and look at him.

"I'm bored." Connie huffed, turning his head to look around the room for anything to appease his boredom. "And?" Sasha questioned, aggravating Connie seeing that she was completely useless in this situation. He scowled down at her and stood up, fumbling around the mess of his bedroom floor to find his phone. Has to be here somewhere, He thought, going through numerous drawers before actually finding it. After carrying it carelessly to his bed, he pulled the blanket over him –shivering a bit at the cold tempatures –and diddly-doodling on his phone.

From: Connie

Whatcha doin fegget

From: Horseface

Fuck off im fucking marco

From: Connie

R u srs

From: Horseface

Jfc connie fuck off

Connie laughed and Sasha sat up and came in closer to see what he was laughing about, and laughing too when she read the texts. She had moved in next to Connie, wiggling under the blanket and adjusting herself under it. Connie did get a little flustered when she rested her head on his shoulder, looking at her for a split second at the corner of his eye before turning back his attention to bothering Jean.

From: Connie

Hows it goin

From Jean:

Im gona punch u so hard

Connie tried texting him again but it was obvious Jean turned off his phone or ignored it. Connie thought about it, Jean and Marco frick fracking. He cringed at the thought of having a dick up your ass and tried to not think about it. He stayed idle for a few moments before Sasha pinched his cheeks, wearing an expressionless face. Connie lightly pushed her hand off, glaring at her- basically questioning why she was doing that.

"I'm bored." Sasha sighed, and set her head back down on Connie's shoulder. "And?" Connie mocked, earning himself a scowl. The 2 somehow fell asleep once again until Sasha had woken up first, and woke Connie up to. Sasha packed her stuff and Connie rubbed his eyes as he followed Sasha around the place. When Sasha was at the door, she stayed paused at the door frame for a second before turning back and giving Connie a lite kiss before sprinting out the door way. Connie closed the door, but again, was blushing loudly. Meanwhile Sasha was hiding her blushies, and getting in her mom's car, getting ready to drive the fuck home.

(extra for no reason):

~Jean and Marco Residents~

"omg jean," Marco sey.

"wut marco?" Jean ask.

"dis fukn soup is amazon!" Marco cheered.

"holy fukn shit I kno ryt" jean agreed.

"oh my god im gona fukn mary this soup jean" marco stated.

"marco pls" jean urged.

"wut jean. Il fukn mary it. Don't underestimate me" marco shot back.

Jean phon ring.

"omfg conie ned to stfu were embracing dis bomb ass soup" jean scowled.

"k" maroc murmured.

"omfg connie wont leave me alone" jean complained.

"jus fukn turn ur fone off and enjoy dis fukn soup wit me Jean" marco suggested.

"kk babe" jean agreed, and walked over to the stove where 2 hot things sat.

Marco Bodt

The bomb ass soup

They ate soup that night. And it was bomb as fuck.