Begging To Please *~BoyxBoy~*

Chapter 1

Cookie: Hallo old and new readers! Whaz uuuuuuuuuuup!? :D

Anywho, thanks for showing interest for my new boyxboy. I know I know, I already have other stories in progress but I felt like I needed something fresh to help kick things off. *sigh* 

*bows* Please welcome my boys, Shay & Channing :)

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Warning! This is a boyxboy...means it's a gay romance peeps. All the gay lovin' we need. *shakes hips*

Warning! This work is half edited so yeah T_T spelling and grammar hos beware! I've been gone for a while so yeah...my writing's a bit rusty O.o

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"And so Rebecca was like, 'I didn't sleep with Tory's boyfriend!' And I was like, 'Yeah, sure about that? Cause Tory's best friend, Jenny, said she saw you two coming out of Motel 6', and then she was like 'OMG' and I was like-"

      Shit. What the hell is she yapping on about?

     -"don't lie Rebecca, everyone knows you've had a thing for Tory's boyfriend right from the beginning. And Rebecca's like-"

      Fuck. How long was she going to keep this up?

      "-'that's not true! He came onto me!' Can you believe that, Shay? Rebecca's such a whore to the second power. I don't see what guys see in her."

     Shut uuuuup.

      "I mean, her va-jay jay probably smells like kimchi or something cause like she never closes her legs. Besides, Tory is much prettier than her. But I'm prettier than both of them. Shay, don't you think I'm prettier than Tory and Rebecca?"

      Like I usually do when I become frustrated, I tried to rake my hair back using my right hand but Samantha -the chick who would not shut the hell up- had her thin arms wrapped around my right arm like tentacles.

     "Hey, Shay?" She pouted prettily. "Did you hear me? Am I prettier than Tory and Rebecca?" She pressed her straining breasts against my arm to make sure she had my attention but really, she just annoyed me more.

      What the hell am I doing with this girl again? Oh right, I had been fucking bored. I should have went with my first instinct and turned her ass down yesterday when she came onto me and now I was paying for it. For over three hours, even through the movie we just saw, I had to listen to her annoying voice prattle on and on about things I didn't care diddly squat about.

      Don't get me wrong, the girl had a nice pair of boobs and an ass like J-Lo but her motor mouth was a huge turn off, even if I was interested in her from the beginning. Which I hadn't really been. She had just been another girl to distract myself with.

      "Shay! Are you even listening to me? I feel like I've been talking to myself throughout our whole date-"

      That's cause you have been.

     "-and I don't think it's fair that I'm the only one trying to make an effort in this relationship."

     Relationship? Wait. Hold up. I stopped walking immediately, forcing her to stop with me. People went around us, shooting frowns and glares our way for stopping right in the middle of the sidewalk but I really didn't give a shit. When did one date become a fucking relationship?

      "Look, Samantha-"

     "My name isn't Samantha!" She shouted at me. "My name is Tamantha. Ta-man-tha!"