“Uh, Lennon?” I call out. “Your roommates are here.” “And Ollie needs some pants,” Jet yells. “I don’t think he does,” Noah says. “I like my birthday present wrapped in a towel.” Footsteps thump down the stairs, and Lennon throws pants at me, and then he pushes Noah. “He’s not your birthday present. I’m not that generous a friend.” Noah gets him in a headlock. “It’s not like I’d fuck him. I’d just want him to walk around the house practically naked and fetch me things. Like beer.” “Ooh, I want in on that,” Jet says. Matt joins in. “Yeah, I’d be down for that.” “Umm …” Lennon wrestles free of
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