I slid into English five minutes late. On the first day.

"August James!" Mrs. Meyers screeched.

"Yes?" I asked innocently.

"You're late! Go to detention!" she screamed.

"Oh Mrs. Meyers!" Alex sang. She turned.

"Suck, suck, suck a duck! Screw a kangaroo!" Alex and Jack sang.

"Mr. Gaskarth and Mr. Barakat! You two may join Miss James!" she screamed and we ducked out. We did a three~way high five and walked off.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked.

"Cuz we love you, Gus!" Jack squealed, throwing an arm around my shoulders

"Yeah." Alex smirked, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Alex and I have a very touchy~feely kind of friendship, which was okay with his parents since we were of a different sex and they thought we'd end up together anyway. But we aren't nor will ever be. I wouldn't be able to stop thinking of Alex as a brother.

"Where are we going? The detention room is THAT way!" I told them, pointing behind us.

"Oh August. Dear, sweet, innocent, naive August. We're gonna ditch, silly goose!" Jack told me.

I crossed my arms and planted my feet. Alex picked me up bridal style and carried me out. We ended up in Alex's silver Audi.

"What about MY car?" I asked.

"I'll take you to school tomorrow and you can get it then, I promise." Alex whispered. We ended up at Target.

"What do we need here?" I asked.

"Nothing!" the two boys sang.

"Then why are we here?" I asked.

"Cuz it's fun!" Jack whined.

"Okay." I replied and got out. We ended up in the bike aisle.

"I'm gonna get you, August!" Alex shouted, riding on a hot pink bike with a lot of ribbons on it.

"I don't think so!" I laughed, pedaling on my Cinderella bike.

We both dropped our bikes and he tackled me to the floor. He was on top of me, his arms wrapped around my waist.

"I want to kiss you, August James." he breathed, his breath tickling my ear. I turned my cheek to him and he pecked it. I swatted his face and got up. Or tried to.

"Can you get off me?" I asked pointedly.

"Oh! Sure!" he replied. and got off me, blushing. Jack went home while Alex took me to my house. Luckily, my parents weren't home.

"Alex, can I please come over tonight? My parents are going old-people clubbing and it won’t be pretty." I pleaded, my head on his chest.

“What the fuck is ‘old-people clubbing’?” Alex asked, arching one bushy eyebrow.

“I don’t know. They listen to jazz and drink wine and talk about social security.” I shrugged.

“Ew, sounds boring.” He wrinkled his nose.

“Exactly, which is why I’d like to come over. So can I?” I asked.

"Of course." he replied, putting his arm around me and pressing his cheek to the top of my head.

"Thanks." I smiled gratefully.

"Hey, no prob. My parents aren't going to be home either." he hinted, raising his eyebrows suggestively. I smacked his chest.

"I know what you're thinking and NO I will not have sex with you." I laughed. He gasped theatrically.

"Why August, I am hurt!" he said dramatically.

"Good." I smirked.

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