47 Freckles (BoyxBoy)

Infect Me 🥃

Chapter 6:

Blake's POV:

Finally, it is Friday.

Plans: Watch television then pass out, whenever.

*Ding.*

Okay. Well, I guess not then.

I picked up my Roku remote, and I paused Emo the Musical that was playing in the background.

I let out a groan as I hesitantly picked up my iPhone.
It was a text from Milo.

I thought it would have been from Tristian or Jax. Huh, I have not heard from them in a minute. Good. Let us not jinx it now.

Milo: Hey, Blakey, there is a party tonight. 😏 7:47 P.M.

I smirked a little at the new nickname that he gave me.

Me: Blakey? That is a new one. Also, I am not much of a party scene person, you know.
7:49 P.M.

What? It was true. I never went to a party because I was that emo loner in school.

Milo: Pretty please, Blakey, for me. 🥺 7:50 P.M.

Guilt-tripping much.
I smiled to myself while typing a response back to him.

Me: Is the party a rager? 7:50 P.M.

Milo: Well, duh. 🙈 7:51 P.M.

Me: Well, no. I do not drink alcohol or do drugs. I may smoke, but that is where I draw the line. There would be no use for me going there.
7:52 P.M.

Milo: Okay, okay. I will buy you cigarettes or disposables. Whatever you want. But, please, come for me. *Pout intensifies.* 7:54 P.M.

Oh, will you look at the time?
It is Gay jokes o'clock. I mischievously smirked to myself.

Me: But I can not. I am not hard right now.
7:54 P.M.

Milo: OH MY GOD, SHUT IT BLAKEY! 😭 7:55 P.M.

Me: You played yourself into that one b. But whatever sure I will go to the party with you.
7:55 P.M.

Yeah yeah, I gave in to his constant pleading.

Milo: YES! THANK YOU! LOVE YOU! I will be at your house in ten minutes.
7:57 P.M.

Love me? Does he love me? Yeah, I think he just means platonically. Stop getting your hopes up, Blake. I shook my head.

I clicked off my iPhone and threw it down harshly on my bed.

I got up and went to my wardrobe to pick out my outfit for tonight's party.

I decided on a black and white slip knot t-shirt, black non-ripped jeans, and Prada black sneakers. I doused myself in Armani cologne. And for the finishing touches, I put a little bit of black eyeliner underneath my eyes.

I never had a problem with deciding on what to wear. Like, it was just clothes. Or maybe I just spent all of my time in the closet.

Heh, you are looking snazzy. I put up finger guns in the mirror while running my hand through my hair. Ugh, who even says that anymore. I cringe to myself while slapping my forehead.

Suddenly, I heard my doorbell ring. I grabbed my iPhone off of my bed with fifty dollars in case of an emergency. I ran down the staircase, almost tumbling down the twisty twirly stairs.