Birds Of A Feather
@effymccall
Asher being off at college was the worst thing that could have happened to the young man, the parties growing more lame every weekend, without his best friend. Chase wandered into the kitchen to make himself another drink, phone in hand as he answered a few texts before texting Ash to tell him how boring life was without him. Sliding the device back into his pocket, he returned to the party, red cup in tow as he weaved through the crowd of bodies that stood between him and the little blonde he had been chatting up previously.
On the way, he ran into a familiar brunette, the man smiling down at her. “I should have known you’d turn up eventually.” He teased, casually. Effy had been one of Asher’s friends, Chase having only interacted with her a few times. He obviously hadn’t left a good first impression, having heard the girl refer to him as arrogant, obnoxious, and an idiot. “How you holdin up since our boy flew the nest?” He asked, curious to know if she was struggling to occupy her free time, like he was, now that Asher was on the opposite side of the country.








