Snap!

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“Oh my god. Oh my fucking god!” Bill chanted, yanking his arms out his bathwater, raising them above his head in an odd manner. “I did NOT just think about Strify while fingering myself!” he gasped, one baby kicking as if to say, 'Oh yeah you did!'.

Nearly leaping out of the bath, Bill clenched his hand over his heart as he heard someone pound on the door with their fist. “What!?” he shrieked, confused, embarrassed, and...oddly enough still slightly horny.

“BILL! YOUR BLONDE HAS RETURNED!” Andreas squealed through the thick, wooden door.

Rolling his eyes playfully, the young boy carefully lifted himself out of the tub, unplugging the small drain allowing the bubbly water and cum to leave the premises. “Hang on Andi! Just let me dry and get dressed! Wait in my room!” he called out, draping a towel over belly as he gently rubbed the moisture away.

He got no reply, which probably indicated the blonde had already run off to his teen domain. Andreas always did have a short attention span.

“BILLY!” Andreas squealed, resisting the need to tackle his friend and instead hugging him softly.

“Hey Andi.” he smiled, immediately concerning his best friend.

“...what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“You have that look on your face. Your eyes are half closed, your lips are in a straight line, and you're paler than usual! Now come! Sit down and tell your buddy Andreas what's on your little mind.” he beamed.

~

“Wow...this guy Strify must be gorgeous! I mean you fingered yourself in the bath thinking about him fucking you! This is the best gossip since you got preggers!” Andreas rambled and he ran a green and black hairbrush through Bill's wet hair.

“Please don't tell anyone. I'm embarrassed enough just telling you.” Bill stated, rubbing his stomach in hopes of calming down the kicking.

“Cross my dick and hope to fuck, find a hot guy's dick to suck.” the blonde stated. Bill always did wonder how the hell they became friends.

“I really didn't need to hear that Andi. God...I don't think I can ever talk to him again.”

“Stop being such a drama queen. This Strify guy seems really nice. Maybe your future baby step-daddy?”

“No way in hell! I mean...Strify's... attractive...but I don't think he likes me that way.” Bill mumbled. “Besides...I'm a loser. I'm pregnant and alone and everybody hates me! There's no point in making Strify a loser too. He's really nice, and I don't wanna make him responsible for anything he shouldn't have to be.”

“And if he wants to be?”

“He won't, but I dunno.” he shrugged.

“...I'm bored. Can we go to the mall and take you bra shopping?” Andreas asked, flinging the hairbrush behind his body, most likely breaking something valuable.

Bill was silent. He actually just sat there and stared at his friend for a good minute before figuring out something to say. But the best he could come up with was, “...Why?”

“Because you're man boobs are starting to grow and they're kinda visible when you don't where your jackets.”

“I actually meant why did your mother give birth to you, but that works too.”

“BILL! WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO ME?!”

~

“It's not the size of your boat, but the motion in your ocean, boy now row-” Jeffree sang quietly while his skilled hands braided the brown portion of Strify's hair. Meanwhile, Luminor was sitting beside them reading a book of poetry, Strify scowling and glaring at one of the clothes racks in hopes of burning through it.

He hated people touching his hair. It was just one of his many pet peeves.

“Oh stop scowling Strify, it looks cute.” Jeffree stated, tying the end of the braid with a pink band.

“You're just lucky you're my cousin's boyfriend or so help me I'd-”

“NO. WAY. IN. HELL!” a strangely familiar voice exclaimed, making the three “men” look up at two of the total of five customers that happened to be in the store. “I will never, NEVER wear that Andi! Not in a million, gazillion years!”

“AWE! Come on Bill! It would look cute on you! Plus it's a bra! It's not like anyone would ever see it!”

“It's a fucking D-cup! EVERYONE would see it whether I have a shirt on or not!”

“But-”

“Bill?” the half blonde stated loudly, stopping the two boys from screaming at each other.

“Strify?” the suddenly calm teen asked, quirking a pierced brow in confusion and surprise.

“Yeah...what are you doing here?”

“Um...Andi thought we should-” Bill glared at his blonde friend, snatching the rainbow D-cup bra that he'd stupidly put on off his friend's T-shirt clad chest. “-go bra shopping. Worst idea ever.”

Before Strify could reply, Jeffree let out a squeal and ran over to Bill, grabbing the teen's face in his hands. “So THIS is Bill!? Wow! He's gorgeous! Strify, I've taught you well!” he exclaimed, fully examining Bill's form.

“Jeffree!” Strify scolded, smacking the older man's forearm. “Sorry Bill.” he apologized to the slightly frightened teen.

“Um...it's okay. I guess...Did you braid your hair?” he asked, reaching behind Strify's head to lightly pull on the tiny brown braid.

Pouting, he shot a glare Jeffree's way, who incredibly didn't notice and was still observing the pregnant boy before him. “No. Pinky did.”

“Sweetie I like pink, so that's no insult.”

“You should keep it in. I like it.”

“...really?”

“Yeah...it's...cute...” Bill mumbled, toeing the floor as he clasped his hands together beneath his stomach as he blushed, Strify doing the same.

“Awe.” twin voice chorused as the two males beside them cooed over the cutesy moment.

“Shouldn't you actually be working, Jeffree?” the braided brunette hissed, Luminor still deciding not to join the conversation.

“...fuck you my friend. Fuck you.” was the only reply he received as the sassy man scampered back to the register to check out a woman's items.

“Uh...he was...nice.” Bill lied, interrupting the awkward silence.

“No need to lie. I know he's horrible.”

“HEY!”

Ignoring the pair of panties that had been thrown at him, Strify rolled his eyes and fingered the unusable pockets of his skinny jeans. Honestly, what was the point of skinny jeans having pockets? If you wore the right size, you weren't able to fit anything in them given how tight they were.

“So...bra shopping?”

“Uhm...y-yeah. Apparently my...you-know-what's are starting to show.” Bill blushed yet again, crossing his arms as he suddenly felt self-conscious about his growing breast tissue.

“Don't be embarrassed about it. It's natural. Do you need any help? No offense, but you seem kinda clueless.”

“Um...help would be nice. I've never exactly done this before.”

As if the teens had closed their eyes and blacked out for a moment, Jeffree somehow appeared right next to them, a measuring tape in hand with an excited, yet quite scary grin. “No problem! I'm an expert!” he claimed, wrapping the tape around Bill's tiny chest, his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration.

“You're not very big yet. Small A-cup. I'll get you some choices and be right back.”

“...I feel violated...” Bill stated once the man had run off yet again, cupping his tiny chest in his hands.

“Yeah? Try partially living with him.” Strify stated, nearly melting when Bill laughed, his prominent dimples highlighting the glow his pregnancy provided.

Bill let out a slightly annoyed grunt as one of the twins kicked once again, sending a glare down to his stomach as if to say, “Shut up! Mommy's talking!”

“Kicking?” Strify guessed as his friend glared at his belly in a some what loving way.

“They've been pretty active today.” he nodded.

“So has their momma! Woo!” A certain blonde shouted from within the back room where he had sneaked off with Jeffree, who he gave a high five to.

Bill's face lit up with color, becoming mortified as he remembered his little...sexcapade from earlier that morning. His pregnant, horny mind couldn't help but stare at the boy in front of him and imagine him sweaty and naked on a bed of satin sheets.

“What?” the braided brunette asked in confusion, quirking a brow at Bill's embarrassment.

“ANDREAS SHUT UP!” he screeched, putting his hand over his mouth as if it would calm down his flushed face.

“MAKE ME!”

“Fine. Looks like we're not going to Starbucks on the way home.”

“...I'll be good...” the blonde whimpered, emerging moments later beside Jeffree, each holding a multitude of bras.

“Kay Bill! Which one do you like best?” Jeffree and Andreas squealed.

“Wait, what did you guys mean by-”

“Oh look, this one's pretty!” Bill exclaimed, snatching a black and silver bra from Jeffree's arm, hoping Strify would drop it so his best friend wouldn't give him up.

“Um...sure...I guess so, but what did he mean by so are-”

“Should I try it on!?”

Andreas rolled his eyes as Bill's horrible attempt to drop the embarrassing subject, but shrugged and nodded, dragging Bill towards the changing stalls. Once the two friends were shielded by the purple curtain, Jeffree smirked, wondering if his sorta-cousin-in-law had caught on.

“...I'm still confused...”

Apparently not. “Strify...it's totally obvious. Just ask him out already. He obviously likes you.”

With his eyes bulging out of his head, Strify looked at his cousin's boyfriend in disbelief. “What? No he doesn't.”

“Uhm...yeah. He totally does.”

“Does not.”

“Does too.”

“Does not.”

“Does too. Sign one, he touched your hair. Obvious unknown flirting. Sign two, he said you were cute and blushed. Sign three, he did something supposedly embarrassing this morning involving you in some way and made a failed attempt to change the subject. He totally likes you, Strife.” Jeffree explained.

“He's not even over his ex yet!” he argued.

“Maybe not, but when a guy gets you pregnant you never fully get over him. I mean, you're carrying a life you both created. Bill's always gonna have feelings for...what did you say his name was? Yu? Whatever. Anyway, my point is, he likes you. You need to ask him out. End of story.”

“But I-”

“TAH-DAH!”

“ANDI!”

Strify noticeably stared as Andreas revealed a half naked Bill in a black and silver bra. He couldn't help but notice the tiny A-cups concealed by the thin fabric. Though Bill almost immediately shrieked and desperately covered what little amount of chest he had, hiding in humiliation beneath his long, black hair.

“He looks cute...WE'LL TAKE IT!” the blonde declared, closing the curtain so he could retrieve the bra from his friend's body.

“I like the blonde. I imagine him ending up like me in his adult years.” Jeffree sighed contently.

“...You're only twenty-two.”

“Yeah, but still...”

~

Stepping out of the changing stall, Bill still held his head down in embarrassment. He felt like such a girl. Literally.

“Bill, you okay?”

Bill let out a frightened squeak, holding a hand over his heart as Strify somehow appeared next to him. “You know...where I come from...you say hi before SCARING THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF A PREGNANT PERSON!”

“Sorry...I guess I have a habit of doing that to you...”

“You do. So maybe-”

“Billwouldyougooutwithme?” Strify asked, his words jumbled together as he blushed, realizing what had just come out of his mouth.

Bill only quirked a brow, trying to translate the gibberish into an understandable statement, but found he couldn't. “Huh?”

“Uhm...do you wanna...have dinner...or see a movie sometime...?” the half blonde asked nervously, nibbling harshly on his silver lip ring.

“Dinner...? Like a date?”

“Only if you want to, I mean you don't have to, but I think it'd be fun and I'm so gonna kill Jeffree for giving me terrible advice yet a-”

“No I...I want to. It'll be fun.” Bill smiled one of his shy smiles, stopping Strify's rambling.

“...yeah?”

“Yeah...”

“How's tomorrow night sound? I'll...pick you up at six and we'll go from there?”

“Sounds great. Do you have my address?”

“I have a feeling your friend already told Jeffree both yours, and his life story.”

“OH BILLY, OH BILLY, WHERE FOR ART THOU BILLY!?”

“Andi...remember when we talked about using our inside voices?”

“YEAH! OF- um...I mean, of course! The bra's are all paid for! Now let's go to Starbucks and get the fuck home!”

“Bras?”

“Yup! Purple, pink, polka dotted, striped, lacy, and rainbow!”

“...you just bought whatever reminded you of your sex toys...didn't you...?”

“...OH BILLY, YOU JUST KNOW ME TOO WELL!” the blonde squealed, flapping his arms wildly as he dragged his friend out of the store, Strify and Jeffree confused beyond reason, Luminor sitting in the background not wanting any part of the confusion.

“...holy shit I have a date with Bill...” Strify stated, eyes set as wide as possible, Jeffree simply smirked.

“I told ya Bill liked you.” he smiled coyly, seating himself upon Luminor's lap and lying a kiss on the man's lips.

~