He's Something Else

Definitely Not a Date

I can't... everything I write looks stupid and doesn't make sense, but I've made y'all wait long enough so here you go...

Yeah.. it's a long one...

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James came out of the bathroom with a towel resting on his shoulder, one end being used to dry the blonde mop of hair as he hummed to the familiar song playing from his phone.

Let's rock everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

James shimmied his shoulders as he placed the towel on his door, letting it hang and dry while he goes to his closet to pick out tonight's clothes. "Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone." James sang along as he reached for a dark pair of jeans hanging from a hanger.

Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang

James pulled up his pants then moved back into the closet, looking for the perfect shirt to wear tonight. As he shuffled through the numerous hangers carrying his clothes, his phone beeped from across the room, disturbing the singer for a few seconds before the song continued. James walked over to where his phone was and picked it up, rubbing Midnight's head as he did. The feline only purred and kept her eyes closed where she lay.

[AJ]:
I'm about to head out from my house. I'll be there in like 20 mins

[James]:
Sounds good :)

James cringed as soon as he hit send, the smile looking like it was too much for the message. His phone buzzed once more. He raised the phone and read the message on his lock screen.

[AJ]:
See you soon :)

The blonde let out a breath he was holding, feeling better that the other boy went along with it instead of calling him out. James tossed the phone onto the bed and went back to look for a shirt. In the end, he settled for a dark blue shirt that he hasn't worn in a while and his black tennis shoes. Looking into his mirror, he checked how he looked and mumbled to himself about how he looked okay. The shirt fit him a bit big, but he liked it.

The blonde reached down to grab his cologne and was about to spray himself when Midnight jumped onto the stand and used her paw to hit the bottle in his hand while hissing. James pulled the cologne away from his body and looked at Midnight, who was still hissing at the glass bottle in his hand. Slowly, James lowered the bottle onto the table and watched as Midnight stopped hissing at it then looked up at James with her blue eyes.

After a few seconds of staring, Midnight started to paw at a new cologne James got last year that hasn't been touched in ages. In fact, James doesn't even remember what it smelled like. With a confused face, James grabbed the bottle and sniffed the head of the spray. The smell was almost nonexistent, but he could smell it. With a shrug, James sprayed his chest and hips a few times then once on his back. He placed the bottle down and rubbed the feline on her back, "Thanks for your input Midnight." Giving a sly smile to his feline friend.

The cat purred and stood on her back legs, using his chest to balance herself as she rubbed her forehead into his cheek. James chuckled and picked her up, walking over to the bed to relax before Adam showed up. Midnight meowed as she rested her body on James's chest. soaking up the warmth of his clothes. James stared at the ceiling, thinking about everything and nothing at all. "Friend? What friend?" T.J.'s voice echoed around James's head.

James and his two friends stood in their usual spot in the morning, waiting for the rest of the Lunch Bunch as they talked about Nantoka's test. "But like, it was the worst test ever. I'm pretty sure I heard Briea crying because it was that hard, and we all know she's a Brainiac." Beck said in a sad voice, thinking back to her friend that took the pop quiz given out the day prior.