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streakers → xavier/tara
Xavier laid lazily on his couch, watching some boring movie that he had landed on as he flipped through the channels uninterested and bored. What he was suppose to be doing was getting ready for the fashion show that was approaching but Xavier just didn't feel like it and he knew his mother would scowl at him the day the show arrived and he hadn't been properly prepped up for it. He couldn't care less. Plus, Tara was suppose to be stopping by today to show him her painting and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he was excited to see who was actually going to lose the bet.
Not him for sure.
As he lazed around for a few more minutes, the doorbell rang and Xavier let out a sigh of relief as he couldn't stand the boredom anymore. He quickly made sure he looked presentable in the hallway mirror before answering the door to find a very bubbly Tara standing behind it. "Hey loser, I hope you're ready to streak," he greeted, with a smirk playing on his lips as he stepped aside to let the blond girl in.