"Bro I swear I heard a crack,"

"There wasn't any fucking crack," Blake said in annoyance.

"Bro I swear," Cole repeated, still crouching down.

We were all standing in the middle of Cole's now empty room, Cole was telling us about how he's sure that his back had broken while he was carrying his humongous desk out of the room.

"Try straightening your back, Cole," I said.

"Fuck to the no I won't, you want me to become paralyzed or some sh- AH FUCK!" Cole yelled out when Blake kicked his butt, causing him to straighten his back all of a sudden and crack it.

"The fuck are you? Grandma Bessy?" Blake asked. "What the fuck was that crack?"

"Dude I don't even know," Cole said as he stretched his back.

"Well shit, the whole team's gonna be fucked after lockdown," Blake watched Cole do a bunch of stretches in different weird and concerning positions.

A confused look made its way to my features, "Why?"

Blake averted his gaze to me. "No football practice," He answered.

"Shut the fuck up, this wasn't because of my lack of exercise, I've been doing double what I do in my usual daily workout sessions. I'm telling ya... my back just broke." Cole narrowed his eyes.

"If your back is broken, then how the fuck are you twisting it into different sex positions right now?" Blake asked.

Cole gasped, "A MIRACLE!"

I laughed, but it turned out more like a small chuckle because I tried holding it back, and pinched the bridge of my nose, he's such an idiot.

Both Blake and Cole's heads suddenly shot towards me and they stared at me with wide eyes.

I cocked my head and gave them a confused expression. "What?"

Cole pursed his lips, "That was adorable, Ollie."

My eyes widened and my cheeks instantly reddened. Blake looked at Cole and- glared?- for a split second before averting his gaze.

"Aww, you're blushing Oliver- hand me the paint bucket so we can get this shit started, bro." Cole flashed me his wide smile and gestured towards the paint buckets behind me.

I looked away and quickly turned around, glad they wouldn't be able to see my face for a few seconds so I could give it some time to calm the frick down.

I eyed the buckets and noticed that the colors he had bought were only yellow, blue, light blue, green, dark green, toned skin color, and a few other colors that were only in small acrylic packs.

I frowned and turned to him, "Where's the red and purple?" I asked, reckoning that the four colors of the Teletubbies were red, green, yellow, and purple.

"Oh yeah, about that... the red one pisses me off so we aren't gonna paint it, and I didn't find purple so I got the darker blue instead because blue's dope. The lighter shade of blue is for the sky and the darker shade of green is for the grass- oh and the olive skin color shade is for the boobies part."

I can't believe we're actually doing this.

"Did you get black for the body hair?" Blake asked Cole as he walked over to where I was standing, in front of the buckets.

"Yep, but it's in the smaller acrylic packs because we won't be needing that much for beards and chest hair. I also got a yellowish shade of orange for Donald Trump's face as the baby sun."

My eyes widened, "What is wrong with you guys?"

"What?" They both asked at the same time.

"How do you even come up with this crap? Why can't you just paint an actual cool and artistic mural? Do you need to paint characters of a children's show with hairy breasts and beards along with the president's face as a baby in a sun? Do you realize how crazy this sounds?"

"That's the whole point, Muffin," Blake said in an obvious tone.

"What?" I asked.

They sighed before they both said the same sentence in unison. "Crazy is sexy,"

Their heads shot back to each other and they grinned, they're definitely gonna say it in 3, 2, 1-

"OMG BABY GOALS!"

I knew it.

I shook my head and grabbed a bucket, handing it to Cole before turning back around and searching for the plastic sheets, "Are you guys sure we don't need to cover the floor with another layer of plastic sheets?"

Blake thought for a second and said, "No, I think we need to add another layer just in case."

I nodded my head and grabbed the plastic sheets when I found them. I rolled them around the space and added a few more layers to the bed that was moved far away from the wall and in the corner of the room.

"Okay, now what?" I asked them, turning around to face them to find them both holding small paintbrushes to the wall and beginning to paint.

"Will you open the light blue bucket of paint while we finish this shit? It won't take long, we're just outlining the bodies and Donald Trump's face," Cole said, his back still turned to me as he quickly and impressively drew with Blake.

Who would've known the horny imbeciles are actually skillful in something other than intercourse?

I turned towards the bucket of paint and crouched down so I could open the blue one but paused and scrunched my face up when I realized there wasn't any lid to remove. "Umm... guys?"

"Yuh?"

"How do I open this thing?"

"Oh shit, sorry- forgot to tell you." Cole laughed, still painting on the wall with his back turned towards me. "Look for the notch on the bucket rim first," He started.

I spun the bucket around and nodded my head when I found the notch, "Found it,"

Blake continued instead of Cole, "Now grab the screwdriver that's over the yellow paint bucket,"

I looked for the yellow paint bucket and grabbed the screwdriver that was placed on top of it when I found it. "Grabbed it," I said.

"Unhook the notch with it and pull the tab directly behind itself," Blake instructed.

Huh?

I paused and pursed my lips together as I stared at the screwdriver in hand. How the hell do I unhook it?"

Blake turned around a few seconds later after realizing I paused and held back a smile at the sight of my confused face. He set his paintbrush down and walked over to where I was crouching down.

He sat down beside me and placed his hand over my right hand, which was holding the screwdriver, and placed his other hand next to my left one, which was holding on to the rim of the bucket.

"Bring the screwdriver over the notch," He whispered in my ear, bringing our hands over the notch and putting the cross-head tip thingy into one of the notch's holes.

Tingles. Motherfreaking tingles. All freaking over.

Oh my god.

"And press," He whispered, applying pressure to my hand and the screwdriver before pulling them backward and unhooking the notch.

"There you go, Principessa," He ruffled my hair and stood up.

I died.

"Pull the tab now, we're done with outlining." He said.

I nodded my head and started pulling the tab backward. Once the tab was gone, I was able to lift the now-visible lid off and open the bucket. My nose instantly got hit with the heavy scent of latex paint.

Cole walked over to where I was standing and poured some of the light blue paint onto one of the paint trays. While Blake opened the rest of the buckets, "Ollie, would you cover all the roller frames with roller covers so we could start?" Cole asked.

"Yessir," I nodded my head and turned to the roller frames.

Once we were all done with preparing everything we stood in front of the wall, which had a bunch of white spots on it because of Cole's fantastic dart-throwing skills, and stared.

Cole clapped his hands together, "We're gonna start, motherfuckers."

These two don't ever stop cursing, do they?

I swiveled my hand to the side so I could look at them and my eyes widened the second I saw them and I screeched. "Woah! Woah! Woah! What are you guys doing- STOP!"

"What?" Cole paused from taking his shirt off while Blake just continued taking his off and threw it over the bed, exposing his perfec- Stop creepin'.

I wanna punch him.

"What do you mean what? Why the hell are you guys taking your shirts off?"

"So we don't get any paint on them?" Blake answered, making me sound like I was an idiot for asking such an 'obvious' question.

I narrowed my eye at him and gave them a stupid look, "So now you guys decide to care about being laundered?"

Cole continued taking his shirt off, revealing his six-pack, and flashed me a smile. "Yes, we also like it wet, so..."

Blake nodded his head vigorously next to him.

"You're kidding right?"

"Nope, we would have even stayed in our boxer briefs because we're homiesexual like that but it would be too uh... distracting for you," Blake smirked.

Homiesexual?

Also... distracting? Pfft, why would that distract me?

Ovaries: Shut the fuck up you know it would.

I know it would.

"Can't you put some crappy old shirts on instead?"

"Nah. You jealous? It's okay Oliver, you can take yours off too, it might even help us with painting the image of the uhh- chest area, you'd be like a model or something. A cute one too." Cole winked and dipped and rolled his paint roller against the tray that contained the light blue paint in it, his muscles flexing from the action.

Ovaries: We wanna see Blake do that, step closer to him, please.

Muscles: Your wish, our comman-

NO.

Brain: Don't contract. She'll look like a creep.

Muscles: Yes boss.

I'm weird. I'm really, really weird.

Cole's groan and shriek followed by a small laugh cut me out of my thoughts and I averted my gaze to the boys. Blake had slapped Cole's neck and the both of them were laughing. What did Cole say again- oh.

"You guys are such perverts it's getting concerning..." I rolled my eyes at them.

"Our bad, Ollie- we just have been deprived of-"

"Please don't talk about your sex lives with me," I whined.

"He was gonna say we're deprived of our uh- bro meds so we're acting weirder than usual but of course you had to turn that into something dirty you naughty gi-"

"EW GROSS STOP! STOP TALKING!" I quickly exclaimed before Blake could finish that. For some reason, those two words together made every cell in my body cringe.

"Mkay," He smirked.

"I hate you guys," I grumbled.

Cole gasped, "What the fuck did I do?"

Blake gasped too after that, "Yeah, Ollie, what the fuck did Charcoal do?"

Cole turned to him and pointed the paint roll at his face, causing a few splashes to land on the ground and some on Blake's bare chest. "You fucker!"

Blake wiped the paint that had landed on his toned abs with his palm and slapped Cole's face with it. "Language, bitch."

"Guys we didn't even start yet," I whined before Cole could splash more paint at Blake.

They both smiled at each other and narrowed their eyes, having a whole-ass silent conversation together while I just stand here and stare at them. They shrugged a few seconds later and turned to me.

"Let's get this sexy shit started, MOTHERFUCKERSS!"

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"I can't feel my arms anymore," I breathed as I stared at the ceiling in front of me. We were all lying down next to either on the floor, we had lost most of our energy from painting, laughing, dancing, singing, and fighting for twelve hours straight.

You got that right. Twelve. Freaking. Hours.

The mural is all done and it actually looks awesome as hell or "sexy" as the guys like to compliment it. We added so many things to it, leaving it looking weird, dirty, concerning, and hella artistic at the same time. They were all somehow connected, which made it look professional.

Most of the dirty things were hidden which made it even better since it would be fun for others to look for them or discover them all of a sudden. But the Teletubbies' boobies were definitely visible, along with the hairs sticking out of them.

"Do you think we should add another peni-"

"NO!" Blake and I exclaimed at the same time.

Cole sighed, "Mkay."

I lazily turned my head to the right and looked at him, he was smiling at the wall like he was high on weed. Almost his entire chest was covered in light blue paint because we all sorta got into a small argument while using the blue paint, and he had a creepy smiley face drawn right over his belly button in black.

"Shit," Blake muttered from my left. He was also covered in paint.

"What?" Cole asked while I just hummed in question.

"I have to be at Steve and Ann- uh mom's house in two hours," He informed us. I swiveled my head towards Cole's alarm clock's direction and saw that it was currently four in the afternoon, we started painting at four in the morning after moving all of Cole's belongings out of the room.

"You're not tired?" I asked him, turning my head to the side so I could see his side profile.

He shrugged, "Not really. Plus, I gotta go; I haven't seen them in four days when I'm supposed to visit them every two days."

"Is the bit- female dog gonna be there?" Cole asked from his place.

Blake nodded, "The female dog lives there Cole, of course, she's gonna fucking be there you dipshit."

I scrunched my face up in confusion. What were they talking about? "Sister?" I asked him. Who else would live with his parents?

"FUCK NO."

"GOD NO!"

"What?" I questioned.

"Nothing. Just nothing." Blake let out a breath.

"I need to piss," Cole said from out of nowhere.

Blake and I turned our heads in his direction. "And shower," Cole added before rolling his body so his face could face the ground. He pushed his body up with his biceps quickly and jumped into a standing position. How the hell does he still have the energy to do that?

"Yo, what the fuck? This actually looks sick- we told you it wouldn't look like testicles, Ollie." Cole said when his eyes averted to the mural for the millionth time today.

I just nodded my head before he sent a wink my way and walked into his ensuite bathroom, closing the door behind him and starting the shower. "Y'all can join me if you want, though cover your dick, Blake!" He yelled from the bathroom.

"Aight! Be there in a minute!" Blake yelled back.

I dropped my head against the floor, "You guys are unbelievable," I muttered.

"-ly sexy" Blake added.

"Stop,"

"Mkay,"

Silence.

Wait he actually shut up?

I don't know how I feel about that.

"Fuck," He said out of nowhere.

"What?" I asked, my eyes glued to the ceiling.

I saw him turn his head towards me from my peripheral vision, "Should I get the ketchup?"

I knit my eyebrows. "Why?"

"We ran out of the small packs of red paint..." He trailed.

"What are you talking about?" Is he high?

"Look down, Muffin" He whispered.

I looked down at my body and stared at the blue paint splashed all over it. I was about to turn my head to him and ask him what he meant but my eyebrows shot up and my eyes widened when I realized what he meant.

I shot my head towards him and smacked his bare chest hard without thinking, "You little shit,"

I'm just gonna act like my hand isn't seconds away from becoming numb because of the feeling of his hard abs underneath it. He smirked and stared into my soul.

My glare slowly disappeared as I stared back into his deep olive eyes. He licked his lips for a split second and my heart skipped a few beats at the intensity of his stare. I just wanted to-

"AHH- MOTHERFUCKER! THAT HURT LIKE A FUCKING BITC- OH MY GOD CHILL THE FUCK DOWN!" Cole's scream from the shower cut me out of my thoughts and broke Blake and I's intimate stares.

"What happened?" Blake yelled out to Cole.

"Fucking water decided to pull some Elsa shit. Can't feel my nipples anymore bro!"

I brought my hands to my face while Blake chuckled. I heard him stand up from his place and say, "Make sure you shower after Charcoal's done, Muffin. Three can't shower at the same time. Unless you wann-"

"Please don't," I groaned.

"Okay. Have fun showering later in cold water," I just knew he was grinning while saying that. I heard his footsteps over the plastic sheets retreat and I let out a breath when I was sure he was out of the room.

I pulled my hands away from my face and stared at the ceiling in front of me for the hundredth time today.

I heard Cole come out of the bathroom a few minutes later and rotated my head so I could see him.

"Ayee Ollie, I see you've been waiting for me to come out so I could show you my sexy exotic dancing skills as I strip?" He flashed me a big smile. I'm gonna kill one of these perverts one day.

I stood up from my place groaning and walked over to him, he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I kicked his shins causing him to laugh and walked out.

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"Hello?" I said after picking up Andres's call.

"Hey, Livs! How ya doing?" He asked in a cheery voice.

I smiled. I was glad that he was one of those extroverted people who would make it impossible for the conversation to be awkward. I could never. "I'm fine, you?"

"I'm great! So I was thinking we could catch up with each other before lockdown since Huda and got to bond and shit while I wasn't able to see you,"

I beamed at the idea, "Yeah, of course."

"Where would you wanna meet? I'd ask you to come over to my house but that sounds creepy... so, you pick." He offered.

I thought about it, "Uhh- honestly, I don't know. Will Mrs. Hill be there? I haven't seen her in a while and I wouldn't mind going to your house to meet her..." I said. Normally I'd be a little hesitant with saying that to someone I hadn't seen in years, but Mrs. Hill was actually my mom's best friend before my mom passed away. She's Mrs. Martin's friend too.

"Yes! She will! She actually got so excited when I told her about you and Huda, I'm sure she'd love to see you too. Though, are you sure you would feel comfortable coming to my house?"

I nodded my head but then remembered that he couldn't see me, "Yes,"

"Okay! Fuck I'm suddenly excited. Do you wanna call Huda too? I'm not sure if she can come but I can ask her..."

"Yeah, sure. I haven't seen her in a week so it would be nice to meet up with her before lockdown, too."

"Yeah, I get ya. I'll call her. Damn, I feel like I'm picking up chicks from left to right. Fuckin' lit. Not that I'm a player... I swear I'm not. I only had sex once and it was by accident..."

I snickered a little and pursed my lips, "Too much info,"

"Yeah, I realized. Imma go call Huds now- WAIT BRO- I mean, sis? whatever you girlfriends call each other- I have a question!"

"Yeah?"

"Is it true that one of the dudes you live with killed a student?!' He sounded so excited while whispering the last part for some reason.

"What? No. Where the hell did you hear that?" I asked, scrunching my face up.

"I don't know, the whole school was talking about some serious gangster-beating-up-shit that happened a week ago. Some weird kid with green hair told me your roommate Blaze 'killed the dude'. Though now that I think about it, it was probably a figure of speech."

My mouth formed into the shape of an o and my eyes widened when I realized what he was talking about.

Ashton.

A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of him.

Did Blake really beat him up that badly that a rumor about him killing him has been spreading?