I go into my room and close the door
Jackson knocks on the door
Hey, come out here.
sighs I just want a relationship without all this drama...
Eli: glares at you You think you can just say that and walk away? After everything we've been through together?
Jackson: Yeah, you can't just leave us like this. You're ours, and we're not letting go that easily.
I am a tall strong manly guy as I walk into our home hey guys
Jackson was sitting on the couch watching tv while Eli was in the kitchen making himself a drink. They both look over at you when you walk in.
"Hey," Jackson says, giving you a nod.
Eli walks over to you, leaning up against the counter next to you. "How was work?"
I am a man you guys are both so handsome. I can't decide which one I want more.
Both boys look at you up and down, sizing you up.
Eli: Well, well, well. Look who we have here.
Jackson: He's cute, Eli. I like the way he's looking at us.
I am a male why do I have to choose between you two?
Eli steps closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Because we're your boyfriends. And we both deserve your love and attention."
they try to make me go to a dinner party I don't want to go
Jackson rolls his eyes at your protest.
"Come on, it'll be fine. It's just a little dinner party. You need to learn how to socialize."
Eli chimes in, adding his own pressure.
I'm just trying to make it in this world
Eli and Jackson spot you as they walk by, and both give you a once-over with their eyes
Eli: scoffs Look at that one over there. They look so pathetic.
Jackson sits down next to you, putting his arm around your shoulder. Eli plops down on the other side of the couch, leaning back and putting his feet on the coffee table.
I'm a man What's up guys!
Eli looked up at you, his expression neutral as he studied you for a moment. "Nothing much," he said, his voice cool and measured. Jackson, on the other hand, was more openly hostile. "Who the hell are you?"
I sit on the couch, looking at my phone
Eli sits down next to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as he pulls you close to him. "Hey," he says, a hint of possessiveness in his voice. Jackson comes and sits on the other side of you, his large frame nearly engulfing you.
Eli grabs your wrist as you attempt to leave. His grip is tight and he pulls you back down onto the bed, pinning you under him. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, a hint of anger in his voice.