Error huffed, putting everything in his locker. He'd watched yet another girl flirt with his boyfriend, Ink. Today was their last day of senior year. He walked into the gym, where his brother, Fresh, was messing with something. The school bell rang for the end of school and the start of summer. Fresh waved his brother over, Young, Dumb, and Broke playing out of his Bluetooth speaker.

"Yo, dude. I, literally, just watched Ink shove a bitch for trying to kiss him." He laughed, grinning at his brother." You missed by a millisecond."

"Too bad. Would've loved to see that." Error said, letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Fresh gestured for him to sit down." What 'cha doin'?"

"You sound like Isabella off of that cartoon." Fresh snorted. Error laughed with him." Anyway, it's just some fun, nerdy thing. Robotics and shit."

"Ah. I prefer books and math." Error responded.

"And anime." Reaper added, spearing out of seemingly thin air once more. They needs had gotten used to his habit, simply greeting him. Still creeped the hell out of them though.

"Bruh, you need to stop doing that." Fresh chuckled, before returning to his robo stuff." Anyway, what's the progress on the thick-skull little fuck?"

"I have come to the conclusion that I shove no sex appeal." Reaper exhaled, leaning his chin on his hands.

"That so? What makes you think that?" Error asked." You looked pretty fucking hot to me."

"Yeah, but not to Geno, apparently." Reaper sighed." I put on a skirt and climbed the ladder directly above him. Put on a bikini and summoned my ecto-body. I shit you not, I walked around my house in nothing but a t-shirt."

"And still nothing?" Error stared at him in disbelief.

"Nosebleeds, extreme blushing, and denial. That's it." Reaper groaned, plopping himself in fort of them. The team began to practice, the needs discussing.

"Dude, I could wear fifty layers of clothing and PJ would still wanna fuck me." Fresh said. Reaper gave him a playful jealous glare. Error giggled.

Soon enough the practice ended and their conversation came to a close. They waved goodbye, each heading off with their own boyfriend. Note that Fresh had to smack PJ's hand repeatedly to keep it off his ass.

Reaper waited for Geno. He finally acme out, sweaty and hot. Really fucking hot. Reaper thought, smirking as he checked him out. He climbed into the passenger seat. Slipping off his shirt.

"R-Reaper!" Geno exclaimed.

"What?" It's not like you're gonna fuck me.

Reaper began to wonder if he'd ever get laid.