Lackluster Friends || Scott, Sydney, & London
It was dinner time, the sun was slowly setting and the night was quickly getting cold. Scott had managed to get his arse off of the bed, slip on his shoes, and climb a flight up stairs to meet the one, the only, Sydney Christian. Walking down the second floor hallways, Scott whistled a tune, nodding at the few attractive staff members in passing. His "swag" turned all the way up. As room 210 approached, Scott straightened out his shirt. The blonde boy knocked repeatedly on the door, clearly trying to be an annoying mother fucker.
The door slowly slid open, the skinny pale boy on the other side of the door wore a smirk that made Scott scoff. He leaned up against the frame of the door, peering inside.
"Hey faggot." Scott smirked, one eyebrow noticeably higher up than the other. "You done picking out shoes and putting on make-up? I'm starving." Scott smiled playfully and nodded. "Come on, I heard they are serving roast beef... Should be decent."
Sydney and Scott walked back down the same flight of stairs. "So where were you all day? Trying your luck with the girls?" Scott chuckled. They turned the corner. "Oh wait, I forgot none of the gals want you... There must be someone more attractive here." Scott moved his hand up to his chin, stroking it as if he were thinking, "Hmm... I wonder who it could be? Honestly mate, you are far too much of a klutz, girls don't like boys who trip over their own feet." Scott stuck out one of his feet, tripping Sydney, causing him to fall.
"See! There you go again, tripping over nothing!" Scott looked down on the scrawny boy, trying to hold in laughter. Scott offered his hand to Sydney, but as soon as Syd grabbed a hold of it, Scott let go, causing him to fall a second time.
"What the hell man? How did that even happen?!"