The Fem Boy And The Bad Boy (BXB)

Forty-six

"I can do this" Jaxton muttered to himself as he crawled through the open window, he carefully manoeuvred himself so that he was situated with his feet dangling above Dylan's brothers desk, he sighed. "The lengths Im going through."
He smiled before kicking of Michael's large bouncy from the desk, with a grin he placed his left foot down followed by his right. He pushed his body forwards and steadied himself before turning about 35 degrees to the left, to jump onto the red covers that were sprawled out across the bed.
"Gross" he rolled he eyes before sauntering out of the room, and straight to Dylan's Jaxton pushed open the slightly a gape door to reveal the boy, wrapped in his duvet- his hair messy as soft soundless snores escaping his pink tinted lips.
His phone rested next to his bed, and within seconds of Jaxton staring at the boy, he was snapped out of his daze once Dylan's phone rang. Moving forwards Jaxton saw of whom it was that was calling the bold white lettering read, August Howell.