Hi everyone, long time no see. For those of you who don't know, I used to write stories called the Buddy Series. These tales are not correlated to those stories but are a reboot of the series that I tried to establish. So here we go... and yes, there will be lots of m/m asian TUGs :3
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Chapter 1: Unlikely Friends
My name is Evan. Evan Reyes, 14 and a freshmen at a large high school in the Bay Area in California. I'm average height, about 5'10" but I'm taller than most of my friends. I have a well-built body and wavy black hair. Most of the girls in my class always give me these looks and always say hi to me... but I really don't like saying hi back. I just do my work and aim for success. I hear rumours that the girls think that I'm cute but awkward, but I couldnt care less.
On the other side, there's this one boy. Peter Dela Cruz. He's in the same grade as me, and is about 5'7" making me taller than him. He has a really skinny body and a face that looks like.... well just a little kid's. However, all the girls love him, calling him a pretty boy and stuff. He's really sociable and a nice person... except his grades are shit. No wonder we didn't really get along; well, it was more like I didn't want to get along with someone like him.
However, fate usually works in mysterious ways. Incidentally, my dad works as a mechanic at a car shop and usually hangs around there late with his buddies. Peter's dad happened to be one of them so as they became good friends, I began seeing their family at our house more often for dinner. Usually I would just stay upstairs and study and usually Peter wasn't even over because he was out with other friends or at home. But one night, our parents thought it best for us to be forced to spend time together by going to Napa for the weekend and having Peter stay at our house.
Neither of us really protested. Peter was a little nervous that he was sleeping over at my house since we don't really talk but his parents didnt trust him going out late or anything; his parents absolutely loved me because I was smart and studious. They hoped that would rub off on Peter. Me? I didn't really care; I knew I had to entertain him... somehow.
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Friday night. Peter and his family arrive for an early dinner.
"Alright, anak (child)," Peter's mom said to him, "just behave and follow any of Evan's rules, ok?"
"Yes, mama," Peter responded. Our parents left, and told us they wouldn't be back till around Sunday morning. The time was 6:30, and we were just sitting down watching T.V.
"So..." Peter tried starting a conversation, "did you finish Mr. O's hmwk yet?"
"Yeah, I finished before class ended" I replied proudly.
"Really?? Can I see?" Peter inched closer on the couch to me, big eyed and smiling.
"Uhh, no. I can help you with it later tho."
"Oh... ok," Peter said, kind of sad.
"How are you even doing in that class?" I said, trying to keep the conversation rolling.
"Not too good... I'm borderline C, and I might get a deficiency..."
"You should stay home more often and get off the ichat with girls." I said, not really thinking.
"Hey! I'm not always socializing, you know. No wonder all the girls think you're unapproachable..."
Silence. A movie started playing; it was Aliens in the Attic... or something like that. It was at a part where this kid was taken hostage by the aliens; tied up and gagged led down to the basement.
"Evan," Peter said.
"Yeah?"
"I'm bored..."
Jeez, he was like an elementary school kid. "What do you wanna do?"
"Well... wanna make a bet?"
"A bet? What kind of bet?" I heard the muffled cries of the boy in the movie. Peter pointed to the screen.
"Like that!" he said enthusiastically.
"Huh?" I was thoroughly confused.
"Let me tie you up!"
"Why?"
"If you cant get out, you owe me one favor. If you do, you get to tie -me- up. And if I cant get out then I owe -you- a favor. Sound fun?"
It actually did sound kind of intriguing. I knew that his favor was for me to do his hmwk though. So I thought up of a quick rule. "Hold on. Why do I have to be tied first? Let's make it by chance." I grabbed a pair of dice. "Highest roll is the person who ties up the other person first. Deal?"
"... fine. Roll the dice, Evan." Peter was really content about this. I rolled... and got two 1's, much to Peter's delight.
"hehe, do you have any rope?" Peter said. He didnt even roll but I gave him the victory. "actually, there's a list of things I need."
"Ugh... ok, what do you need? I have ropes that we use for camping in the garage." By the time I had everything Peter asked for, I was amassed with 4 long ropes, a roll of duct tape, two ankle socks, and my digital camera. "Why the camera?"
"Cuz a bet's a bet. I'm gonna record your escape, so that you can't weasel your way out. Now sit down on that chair." He pointed to a tall chair with four wooden legs and no armrests. To give a better description, I was wearing a white undershirt since it was a hot spring day, navy blue basketball shorts, and black nike elite socks. Peter was wearing a grey shirt, red shorts, and black no-show socks.
I nervously yet slightly excitedly sat down in the chair. My arms were quickly tied behind my back... quite expert-like if I could say. Little did I know what I had agreed upon... and that this would be the start of a long, fun friendship.
END OF CHAPTER 1