It's was a boys' sleepover. Their boys' sleepover. Jake, Kevin, and Lucas. Three very close high school friends at Kevin's house.
"Who wants to say "Candyman" in the mirror?" Lucas laughed.
"Please. Save the games for kiddies," Kevin began changing. He took of his shirt and jeans, leaving just his plaid boxers on.
"Ugh, boxers are so gross," Jake took off his clothes revealing his black briefs.
Lucas remained in a t-shirt and basketball shorts, "How about no underwear?"
They left Kevin's bedroom and headed to the kitchen of the one story house. Kevin's parents were out of town so the boys walked around freely bantering with each other.
"I don't want to play in that basketball game tomorrow. Coach is such a dick," Lucas poured a bowl of cereal. "I'm probably going to be on the bench cause of.....you know."
"Um, cause you got drunk before the last game and passed out in the showers...right after you jerked off in Bobby's gym locker," Kevin made a protein shake.
"I hate Bobby Garvin. Douche." Lucas chomped on his cereal.
"You gotta crush on the guy or something?" Jake grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"Hey! Watch it! That's my Dad's," Kevin grabbed the beer.
Jake grabbed it back, "He won't know. He's an alcoholic, besides I'll replace whatever I drink."
The phone rang. The land line.
"Aren't you going to get it?" Jake opened the beer and took a swig.
"No, I got a cell. That's house business. My parents can deal with it when they get home," Kevin sat down at the kitchen table, legs, open, his abs flexed. "I'm kinda bored."
The phone rang again.
"Maybe you should answer it," Lucas moved to the table.
"They didn't leave a message. Number is unavailable," Jake checked the phone.
The ringing stopped. No message. The phone rang again.