Listen, Don't Touch ~BOYXBOY~

Listen, Don't Touch ~ Chapter 2

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"He is a girl! I knew it." Shane said positively.

                  "I'm not a girl!" I shouted.

                  Meanies. Andrew put an arm around my shoulders. "Come on guys, give him back his hat."

                  "Nah, he's more distracting without it. Why is your hair white?" Alex asked.

                  "There's some blond." I said indigently.

                  "No way, it's like...I know! You're Snow White!"

                  "Idiot, Snow White had skin as white as snow, not hair."

                  "Haha, Andre I thought you said a guy moved in!" Alex dropped the beanie to laugh.

                  "Guys-"

                  "I bet he dyed it." Both boys began separating strands to look closely at the color.

                  "Don't touch my hair!" I shouted and hid behind Andrew and hugged him from behind.

                  "Guys!" Andrew shouted at them. They stopped laughing and looked up at him. Well, Alex looked up at him. Shane was the same height. "Way to be insensitive! Gosh...."

                  "Come on, we didn't mean it." They shrugged and came around Andrew to look at me. Uh uh, no way. I hugged Andrew tighter, refusing to let go.

                  "You guys are idiots." Both were pulled away by their collar and JD stepped up to me. He even looked normal! I like brown hair. And his eyes were like...pumpkin pie. "So do you like music?" I nodded. "Do you play anything?"

                  I hesitated, then shook my head. "Can't sing or play for my life."

                  He chuckled. "I'm glad you can come see our practice, then. Since it's my last."

                  "What do you mean?" Andrew asked.

                  Hater, I mean...yeah, Hater, stalked over. He looked cool. You could see the muscle under the black shirt he wore, but not the body builder type, more lean. His jeans sat on his slim hips. I've always admired people with black hair. I wanted it so badly. His eyes were a nice cobalt blue as well.

                  Mm.

                  "He's quitting."

                  "No, I'm moving." JD said sadly. "This weekend."

                  "No way, where are you going?" Andrew asked.

                  "Beats me. Oregon?"