Hey there, readers, it's me, ya boi. Have fun with the gay shittttttt.

Samuel walked up to Richard's car ready for a Friday of Hell after a snowy Thursday at school and pushing the bitches to the curb. Richard commented on his boyfriend's look, "Babe, your shirt is white. You're gonna spill something."

Samuel looked offended, and asked, rhetorically, "Are you callin' me clumsy?!"

Richard looked him dead in the eyes.

"Yes. Yes, babe, I am."

"Are you calling me unreliable with white clothing?"

" Yes. Yes, babe, I am. "

Slight smack

Richard made a game out of it. "Oh, bleh, I'm deaaad. Tell my momma I loved her. Bleh." Samuel laughed as Richard pretended to pass out, sticking out his tongue. "Come on, Richard, start the car, we gotta go." Richard whispered, " Can't, I'm dead. Bleh. "

"Richaaard"

He laughed. "Fine, let's go." He got up and shifted, tapping his foot to the music that started to play as the car turned on. Samuel giggled. " Finally. We're gonna be late. "