shizzz
That one guy
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Marcus rolled over in the couch, reaching for his phone on the coffee table. It was almost 2 in the morning on a Saturday night. He had a final on Monday and had intended on staying in and studying, which had amounted to a little studying, and a lot of watching shitty tv.
He stretched his muscular arm out, grabbed the phone and flipped it open to see a text. He thumbed over to it when an image popped up
"Oh shit!" he read the message 'Im bored, won't you come play with me?'
He popped up off the sofa, do what if it was his best friends girlfriend. He wanted to play with that indeed
He grabbed his keys and left
Ten minutes later he was knocking on her door. In a t shirt that clung to his muscular six foot frame, a pair of basketball shorts, and he ran his hands through his short blond hair as he waited for an answer
He stretched his muscular arm out, grabbed the phone and flipped it open to see a text. He thumbed over to it when an image popped up
"Oh shit!" he read the message 'Im bored, won't you come play with me?'
He popped up off the sofa, do what if it was his best friends girlfriend. He wanted to play with that indeed
He grabbed his keys and left
Ten minutes later he was knocking on her door. In a t shirt that clung to his muscular six foot frame, a pair of basketball shorts, and he ran his hands through his short blond hair as he waited for an answer