Forget About The Price Tag (Brax)

[Braxton Carson]

"What? She has a very convincing tongue," Brax said, not regretting for a second getting late with someone who's had every STD around at least once. "if you know what a I mean." Wink wink. "I don't know. I think it was. Or not? What day is it today? It was before Harry though. I heard he was peeing green? What's up with that?"

When Ethan stated that Braxton's genitals would be the end of him, he just couldn't agree more. He also couldn't care less. If you're going to die anyway, you better die your way and enjoying it, shouldn't you?

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know why they keep coming back?" Yeah, another 'you so want me' joke. As long as he was the one making them, though, they didn't sound awkward to him. He just hoped Ethan wouldn't go and joke out loud with them as well. "What for? I abstained fourteen years, I think that's about enough." Brax was about to complain about not making a very sexy mother, because he thinks he can pull off sexy no matter the situation, but, weirdly, his brain stopped him from doing so after realizing it wouldn't help him much state out loud that he'd make a good female. Who would say, sometimes he does think before talking. "Right, haven't you seen work the broom? He even sings and dances."

He hoped Ethan wouldn't tell Jack he had just said that. 'Cause he wanted to do it himself. He took his Blackberry Torch from his pocket, browsed the contacts and selected the one depicting a sleeping blonde whose face had several penises drawn with black marker pen.

"Ethan says..." He said out loud slowly as he wrote the text. "you'd be a good housewife. I mean..." Brax was pretty ready to keep Ethan motionless with his meta-ability if he dared to interrupt him from finishing the text. "you even sing and dance while sweeping the floor. You're training aren't ya?!"

If there was anything Brax loved the most about having Ethan as his best friend, was that the boy could remember all the things that Braxton was so careless about. Which was pretty much anything that didn't involve panties with the sole exception of such panties' owners' names. The second thing had to be the brunette's uncanny ability to take care of Braxton and Braxton's things. Oh, if only he were a big-boobed blonde woman. But since it wasn't the case, Brax just dismissed Ethan's explanation of his jacket's location as soon as he heard that he was going to get it back clean and soon.

"Are you kidding?" Of course he was going to go. Couldn't Ethan detect and auto-invitation? "Why? She fugly?" He asked about the whiny best friend while quickly grabbing, and putting in his mouth, the closest roll he could find. "Is she blonde at least?" He said with his mouth full while grabbing a second roll, ready to put it in his mouth as soon as he swallowed the first one. "Dude, who is Paula anyway?" They were talking about her for a minute now and the name wasn't ringing any bell inside Brax's head. "She the one that mooned you on that hockey match?" He finally swallowed and placed the second sushi roll in his mouth to chew on. "Oh pff, they can fuck themselves." He referred to Sawyer and his parents, of course. "Even if they did, I wouldn't answer my cellphone, thank you very much."

[Ethan White]

And that does it. Sure Ethan knew it was hopeless trying to persuade the boy to even tone his libido down a bit within weeks of befriending the twin, but for some reason he still believed he could talk some sense into the boy. The admission crushed that teensy tiny speck of hope though, earning a groan and a quick eye roll from the older boy. “When your dick swells up so bad that it’s painful just turning to your side, don’t expect me to answer to your cries of pain and agony,” grumbled Ethan as he stuffed himself with a slice (or two) of soy sauce-dipped sashimi, “In fact, I’ll probably need to start practicing my ‘I told you so’ face right now.”

Of course Ethan would love to know why they keep on coming back. He’s been wanting to since he was fourteen years of age (though he wouldn’t have realized it back then, not to mention Brax wouldn’t have been as good as he is now). But aside from them being best friends and Braxton being extremely homophobic, there’s this whole thing about him standing by his word with the whole abstinence thing. So he simply huffed, stealing a California roll from Brax’s plate.

His façade of seriousness was broken rather quickly though with Braxton’s little tale. The older boy totally did not expect it, making him almost spit his tuna roll out in surprise. “He did what? You serious? Tell me you took a video of it.” The image of the blonde with a handkerchief wrapped around his head, an apron around his waist and a broom

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But then Braxton suddenly threatened to use his name in his audacious text message and immediately the brunette’s eyes shot out, his hands reaching out to the phone instinctively. He was a mere inches from it when he felt himself unable to move, as if frozen in midair. “Haven’t we talked about this yet Brax?” he pouted, giving the boy his ‘tantrum’ face. He’s normally ok with powers being used all around him, but Brax had been extremely bratty with his before and Ethan says he’s had enough. “Stop it or I swear you’d never see your lucky white boxers ever again.”

“She’s not. Far from it actually. Redhead though, not blonde,” muttered Ethan as he took his phone out and showed him a picture. Paula was ok at first glance. She’s got just the right amount of meat in her bones, curvy hips, big boobs and among the greyest eyes he’s ever seen. “Great with her tongue (possibly better than Georgia) and tight as hell.” So maybe he’s slept with her before. More than once at that. “But she’s just too…clingy.” Shows up in every one of his games. Never misses a ‘good morning’ and ‘good evening’ text, even asks if he’s eaten lunch already. Sends him private messages on Facebook aside from spamming his wall almost every day (he had to change the whole privacy option just to keep her comments away). “Mooned doesn’t even begin to cover it. So, keep her busy?” Funny how he was so against Brax whoring his way to death but now he’s all about Brax using his godgiven ability to help him. “Her being around keeps me from getting to Heather. It’s frustrating.” Jennifer’s blonde step-sister, who’s also a good two or so years older.

He couldn’t help but sigh when he heard what seems like anger and irritation in Brax’s voice. “There’s really no hope in reconciliation then?” he casually asked, eating the last of the unagi rolls and calling the waitress so they can order some more. “You haven’t really told me what happened between you and your parents, haven’t you? You think I’ve earned enough friendship points to know it now?” If he couldn’t get why Sawyer thinks he’s gay off Brax, maybe he could at least know about that.

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[Braxton Carson]

"Eww?" Was all Braxton could say as Ethan placed quite horrid images of a... you know, let's leave it like that. Braxton surely did. "Hey, don't take my rolls!" Braxton slapped Ethan's hand as he attempted to steal sushi from his plate. "I don't touch your food."

Yeah. He just said that, even though since they know each other the only complete meals Ethan have had are probably those that he eats far from Braxton, who unusually passes the opportunity of stealing some, several and big, bites from whatever Ethan is having, even when Brax is eating something else himself. God only knows how he isn't fat, a question he doesn't ever ask out loud to avoid being bothered for not being fit like almost every other Kappa-Sigma.

"Well we also talked about you taking my food and you just did, didn't you?" He said as he finished the text for Jack and pushed the "send" button. "I don't have lucky white boxers." Braxton corrected Ethan just before taking another shot of hot sake and twisting his face because of the strong flavor. "When I want extra luck I go commando. Not like I need it anyway." He grabbed his next role and placed it in his mouth. "I just told you those were my lucky boxers just so you washed them right away. They had a stain that I just didn't want them in my room."

When Braxton looked at Paula's photo, he let out one big meh. He wasn't particularly attracted to redheads, especially those whose carpets matched the drapes. He found it rather scary so much red down there. Like it was... in fire. Unlike blonde which was calm, soothing, attractive and... perfect. He'll never know why he likes them blonde so much, but in truth he didn't really want to ask and be told it has to do with his sister being blonde, though he would correct them that she dyes her hair. The fact that their mother is a redhead, though, was probably a good reason why among all the hair colors, red was the one he found the least appealing. Ethan's following descriptions of her, however, made him start considering it.

"I like tongue." He said while placing another roll in his mouth before swallowing the previous one. "And I definitely like tight." He kept chewing, in case you're wondering, with his mouth open. "Oh clingy?" His face twisted in slight disgust. He hated those kind of girls. Though if they were hot, he'd put with it until getting in her pants. "What? Are you using me? I'm not an object to be used, I'm a person." He took a tuna roll from Ethan's plate, completely forgotten what he had just said about taking food from one another. "Unless it is as a sex-toy. I'd gladly be used a sex toy." He smiled as he imagined several R-rated scenes in his mind, many of which were memories. Good memories. "And who's Heather?" He asked. "She blonde?"

And then Ethan had to go back to his parents and Sawyer topic. Brax only rolled his eyes and let him finish his words. Did he seriously believed Braxton was going to answer all his questions in all honest and with a hand in his heart?

"Parents? What parents? I don't have parents." He took a shot of the sake, this time without twisting his face afterwards. "God placed me in this Earth when he noticed there were too many hot girls and not one hot enough guy to handle them all." He said that with his most serious voice. "And friendship points? Really? Are you gay? Wait, you are. Damn, see? You redefine just how gay being gay is."

[Ethan White]

Ethan simply let out an unimpressed grunt when Braxton slapped his hand for stealing some of his rolls, shooting him an angry glare before trying in on for a second time. The older teen would like to believe that in order to get through someone so stubborn is to become even more stubborn than them. It worked with Chris (just slightly), so he’s hoping he could get through Braxton somehow.

Case in point: his latest goal has been to make Braxton do their (shared) laundry for the next week. It explains the numerous sticky notes Braxton finds around their room every day that has “Laundry – Next Tuesday” on it. He’s really hoping it would work. It’s no joke writing twenty or so notes every night before going to bed.

“Well you might need it soon,” answered Ethan, leaving Braxton’s food for a bit as the beef teriyaki and prawn tempura were served, “I might get angry with you one day and decide to spread a rumour about you having herpes.” He flashed Braxton what he believes is a sinister grin, dipping the prawn tempura on the sauce before biting on it. “Actually, I don’t need to spread it even. I just have to tell that bigmouth Monica and she’d spread it like wildfire. You know how tight those sorority girls are.”

That ought to threaten Brax enough that he’d treat him better (i.e. let him grab his food and not slap his hand).

He let out a face of disgust when Braxton gave him a commentary about Paula, not because of what he was saying, but because he felt a rice grain on his cheek as the boy talked with his mouth wide open. “Say it, don’t spray it,” he groaned, instinctively reaching out to tap the boy’s chin and make him close his trap, “We have all day dude, no need to rush eating.” The all-you-can-eat restaurant was a little pricey, so Ethan says he’ll make sure they get the most of his money.

“Gladly used as a sex toy eh? That why you gave Olivia a vibrator molded from your own dick?” He’s heard rumours, and it’s not like the younger boy’s above doing such things. He just wished he had one too. As a Christmas gift, he says. “Jennifer’s step sister. Arts major, so you know what that means,” laughed the boy, winking as he shook his head, “Yes she’s blonde. But I called dibs first, so keep your filthy hands off her.”

And here goes Brax’s gay jokes again. That, along with Braxton’s reluctance to open up to him (to put it lightly), are just some of the things that he should really start working on getting used to. “What is up with you and your hatred on all things gay anyway? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re some closeted freak who’s completely scared about what might happen if you come out. Unfortunately for me, I do know better.” Oh how life would be so much easier if Braxton was just a typical cliché case.

[Braxton Carson]

"Meh, had it once, not that big of a deal." Correction: worst days of his life. "You'd think that girls in Hammel don't carry diseases and you'd think wrong." Braxton stopped his eating for a moment while looking up and attempting to remember. "Then again it was probably that French teacher... you know, I have no idea." He shrugged and looked back at Ethan. "Didn't stop me anyway. You wouldn't know just how many girls believe the," Insert air quotes here. "it's a zit story."

If this didn't prove Ethan that Braxton had been beyond fix for quite some time now, nothing would. All those post-it notes and motherly faces in attempts to correct Braxton were really just passing through him without touching him, and chances were things were not going to change anytime soon. Point proven when the Carson twin stuck his tongue out for Ethan to see the two sushi rolls he had been chewing on as a salivated white-pink mass after the older boy complained of him eating with his mouth open. Yeah, if Ethan thought Braxton was going to their laundry anytime soon, he should remember that seven years old don't do laundry, and clearly Brax was not anywhere older than that.

"What? That is so not how it happened." He said as more food kept being served, not hesitating for one bit before diving into it. "She's the dirtiest slut ever in UVM and she totally tricked me into that. She had the whole thing set up to make a mold of big-B," Being that Brax's name for his own penis. "and told she'd let me do anything if I agreed. Like she'd let me fuck her ear if I wanted to. Oh and believe me..." He nodded and raised an eyebrow as he remembered the night. "I definitely did." Brax then reaches his arm and serves himself and Ethan another cup of Sake, which he immediately drinks. "But that's not it. She showed me her closet. She has dozens of them plastic things. And they all have like this," He motioned with his hands. "sticky paper thingie with a name on it. Stevie, Parker, Pattrick, and even Jack, all in there. Jack's by the way," Braxton shook his head slightly while letting air out of through his nose strongly with a slight smile. "my left nipple's bigger."

Now, it was veeery likely that things didn't go particularly like Brax painted them, specially the last comment about sizes, but Ethan probably knew better than to take any of Brax's stories and one hundred-percent right. He probably knew better than to believe Brax was being completely honest when he went on to comment about Ethan having called dibs on the blonde chick.

"Oh yeah sure, I can totally spare one." More like if she happened to reject him, which he doubts will happen since he'll insist a lot if she's hot, he'll leave her to Ethan.

And yup, back to the gay topic. Why were they coming back to this far too often lately? Maybe because Brax had been increasingly bothering Ethan about it. Why? Good question indeed. Maybe deep inside Brax wanted to reveal the truth to Ethan about that rather dreadful drunken night to get it out of his chest and feel better about him. Or maybe bothering Ethan about being gay was just so fun, since it was an easy topic to prey on. Maybe both? The answer probably didn't matter, since Braxton was going to go with the second anyway.

"Oh you would love to know better, don't you?" He laughed a bit as he continued eating. "Yeah sure I'm a big fag, like it up the ass and have a crush on you since I saw your big fat cock." He said sarcastically. "Stop reflecting yourself in me."