Bromance Part 1 of 3
Introduction:
Story about me and my best friend, and how we became a bit more than that.
My nameâs Jason. Iâm 5â8â, have semi short, straight black hair brought up at the front, emerald green eyes (I swear I think I have the greenest eyes on the planet, no kidding) tannish skin and have a light, slim build. Not really that toned, but I have somewhat of a six pack and a non-bony back.
Alex on the other hand, is like, super hot. Heâs not as tall as me, like 5â6â 5â7â ish, he has short dark brown curly hair, hazel eyes, and has a stronger build than I do. His arms are thick, he has a strong back, his abs arenât much better than mine, but his CHEST, lord I could stare at it forever. He had really strong and defined chest. Heâs about as tan as I am, too.
So anyway, I met Alex on a fishing trip. I was invited by some friends and well, we got along really well. He was really shy at first, but afterwards, we both got comfortable around each other. We joked around a lot, bothered the girls, and laughed, A LOT. We thought everything was funny.
I started hanging out with Alex every so often. Not a lot, since we didnât live particularly close to each other (like, opposite ends of the city), but when we did see each other, itâs as if weâd seen each other the day before. We always hugged, with a big old âWASSUP DUDE!â and just walked around talking about stuff. Hugs, fist bumps, quality chill time, and never treating any other guy the way we treated each other, there wasnât much more to be said. I was in a bromance.
Ok, enough back story, letâs get to what happened.
âHey âbabeâ,â I said, giggling. We joke around calling each other stuff as if we were boyfriends. âWhatâ, he said, struggling with his tie. âYou got it all wrongâ. I went up to where he was dressing in front of the mirror, and turned his body towards me. âThis is stupidâ, he said, frustrated. âDude, I donât even know what you did. Iâm starting all overâ, I said, re doing his blue striped tie. He sighed. âWho else you said is going to be there?â he asked. We were getting ready for our friend Chrissyâs sweet sixteen. Iâve known Chrissy forever and Alexâs known her for like three years. Thing is, Alex was a bit nervous because there was going to be a lot of people he didnât know, and well, he didnât people to think he was some random loser.
âI told you, man,â I said. âJust some friends from school, a few from Bridges Academy, and some from her condominium.â Alex didnât go to my school, but he knew a few people, and was really good friends with Chrissy. âYeah rightâ, he said. âJennifer said more half of Westfield would be there.â Westfield Junior High was my school. Bridges Academy was an all girlâs school where Chrissy had a few friends, and when I say a few, I mean like fifteen or twenty. âDude, just relax man,â I told him. âYouâre a really good friend of Chrissyâs, and youâre my best friend. No oneâs gonna mess with you.â I was a fairly popular guy, I mean, most people in Westfield were. But Alex didnât go to Westfield. He went to a place called Hallister Middle School, and next year to Hallister High. Not many people knew anyone from Hallister High, much less Hallister Middle. Rich popular kids tend to overlook you if you were from low profile schools.
But me, Iâm not like that. I didnât care where Alex went to school when I met him. Neither did Chrissy. But I could understand why he was a bit nervous. Other people in my school werenât like that. But I was certain that they would like Alex enough that theyâd chill for the night.
When I was done with his tie, I gave him a playful slap on the cheek. âCome on dude. Itâs gonna be a badass night, and weâre gonna have a badass time. Got that?â I saw him slightly blush as he laughed. âYeah man. Definitely.â I stepped back. Damn, he looked good. He was wearing a white button down with a blue stripped tie. He had some blue jeans with a very slight fade and some brown casuals. I had on a platinum grey button-down with a sliver plaid tie and some very dark blue jeans with a slight fade. This was a really fancy thing that we were going to; I mean, Chrissy had MONEY. Like, a LOT on money. I reached for my phone.
âDude, we gotta go,â I said. âK,â he replied. I called up I cab as we head down stairs.
Sorry, there isn’t any sex in this one, just kind of a back story and a prolog. I plan t make this a three part thing, and other stories afterwards. Please comment and rate and give me any suggestions, this is my first story. Thank you!
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