Ever since he was 10, his father insisted on heavy training in self defence, along with being pulled out of the public school system, he hired a tutor to teach Archer when he himself could not. His father has also had him move out of the white house. He did most of his work there, and slept there only when necessary, due to not being able to make the two hour drive. Stretching out his legs, and finishing the last of his eggs, he got up onto the treadmill and put in his earphones, the sweet streams of Bach’s symphonies flowing into his ears. Faster and faster his feet started slapping against the treadmill.
His phone beeped, informing him 20 miles had been achieved. Hopping off, he taped up his hands and steadied the punching bag. Letting waves…show more content… You are much better than this,” he scolded himself, massaging his temples.
“We’re going to get some bubble tea at the plaza,” she said tauntingly waving hundreds in his face. “On Benji.” raising her eyebrows.
“Fine, okay, I’m down. Only if we can check out the hot guys though.”
“Any time my dude, any time. Maybe Jay will be there.” Throwing a wink his way, Corey threw him his clothes then sat down on the bed to wait.
Archer got out of the bathroom, dressed in his trademark black jeans, torn in an almost strategic way; a black and white Panic! At The Disco tee covering his absolutely ripped chest. Draped over his shoulders hung a leather jacket dressed in pins, telling his interests to anyone to come across them- The Office, Yuri!! On Ice, Attack On Titan, Stranger Things, Marvel, DC. Shiny iron tipped boots worn on his feet and his jet black hair gelled up, matching his deep, black eyes drawing you in. Of course. Corey was used to his style.
“Jeez, you’re making me look bad, cool the style, Mr. Hipster.” Corey said while checking out the pins. “Hey! You’re wearing the pin I got you!”
He smiled, showing his perfectly straight teeth, “Why of course.” He put his arm around Corey and they walked downstairs to his
