"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Karter yelled as she tossed her hands up, Miguel showing her how he could tap his foot. "Look at you, handsome man!"

"I look like a baby." Miguel argued with the way Sensei Lawrence had him in a harness.

"A baby that can tap its foot." she cheered from the couch, her unfinished school on the computer next to her. "Took boss baby to a whole new freaking level!"

"The way you're whining and not walking, you might as well be a baby." the blonde man argued.

"Isn't there a more badass way we can do this?" Miguel sighed in disbelief.

"Your girlfriends gotta put you in the bathtub and you wanna talk badass?" Sensei Lawrence asked in disbelief.

"Happy to do it, sweetie." Karter reassured Miguel as she stayed typing on her computer.

"You think tapping your foot at a concert makes you ready for badass training?" Johnny mocked Miguel in the slightest. "Your legs are still pussies! Now, you ready to stand? One, two, three, go."

Karter flinched as Miguel hit the ground. Johnny nodded. "All right, better fall that time. Let's take five."

Karter watched Miguel unhook himself and drag his legs toward the couch she was sitting on, leaning on her knee some. "You know, my Moms been talking a lot about you recently."

"Oh, yeah?" he called from the kitchen.

"She says thank you for taking me to that concert." he hummed, looking at the laptop infront of him while Karter continued to write her paper.

"She say anything else?" he came around the corner.

Miguel shook his head as Karter gave a laugh. "She says she-"

"You writing a novel?" Miguel cut her off while nodding to his senseis laptop.

"Oh, shoot." Karter looked at his screen. "Can I use this for my english paper? It's gotten be a thousand words and i'm barley past four hundred."

"No, that's a Facebook message." he came over and sat next to her.

Miguel gapped. "That? To who?"

"Uh, babe from high school." he waved him off.

"Ouuu, babe from high school." Karter shut her laptop. "Do tell me more."

"You need to finish that paper. It's already late." Migeul tried to reason with her.

"Who is this babe?" Karter ignored him and pressured the blonde.

"Ali." he popped the top off his bottle.

Miguel's eyes widened. "Ali? Like, the Ali? That is huge. This is huge!"

"This is huge!" Karter agreed. "Who's Ali?"

"You're not gonna send that, right?" Miguel ignored Karter as he paid attention to the message again. "You can not send her that message."

"Why not?" he gave an odd like.

"Because it's, like, 80 pages." Miguel said in return with a crazy look.

"If a man sent me 80 pages, i'd be happy." Karter said honestly. "Mainly so I can use one to finish this stupid ass paper!"

"I have 35 years worth of stuff to say, all right?" Sensei defended himself as he pulled his laptop back to him.

"Okay, yeah, yeah. But shorter messages are way cooler." Miguel waved him off. "Like, take Karter. I wake up, so text her good morning, and she text back and just says murr."

"Murr?" the blonde frowned his eyebrows.

"Murr." Karter nodded in confirmation.

"What a murr?" Johnny gapped.

"Short for good murrning." she said in return, forcing a southern accent. "He thinks it's cool."

"So I should delete all this and say murr?" the blonde frowned his eyebrows.

"Yes."

"No!" Miguel cut in. "Sending her this would be like if you... like if you liked all her photos."

Karter rose her eyebrows at the man's face. "Oh my god, he liked all her photos."

"Oh, no. Oh, no." Miguel repeated over and over.

"What the hell, man? I enjoyed the photos!" Johnny defended himself.

"Yeah, and I enjoy watching videos of Tom Holland working out. Doesn't mean I go and like every single one of them incase I get blocked!" Karter pointed out.

"You have more then one boyfriend?" Johnny frowned his eyebrows. "Actually...respect."

He fist bumped her as Karter hummed. "I got amped up. Look, she put a smiley face. It's even got little red cheeks. Does that mean she's getting hot? Feeling hot? What am I suppose to do with that?"

"Oh, you wanna send dirty messages?" Karter rose her eyebrows. "Miguel can tell you how to do that."

"Karter, don't." Miguel shook his head.

"He sends me links to spicy books he likes to read." Karter looked to Johnny. "Can you believe him? That dirty animal!"

"I think it's just a smiley face." Miguel brought the conversation back to the laptop. "Okay, she says she wants to know what you've been up to. Good. This is good. We can salvage this. Let's just make you a kick-ass profile. Karter and I did it when we started fake dating, we had thousands of followers!"

"We did. A ship name too." Karter nodded as Johnny looked her way. "Hashbrown Kartguel."

"Did you just say fake dating?" Johnny snapped at Miguel. "What is fake dating?"

"You have any photos?" Karter leaned down next to Miguel as she looked at the profile. "This profile is like the creeper in your DM's that wants to see some tittties. You don't want to be the creeper in the DM's."

"I have photos. Don't move." Johnny shook his head, getting up and leaving Karter and Miguel.

She reached back and felt his forehead. Miguel frowned his eyebrows. "Are you touching my forehead?"

"Making sure you do not have a fever." she hummed in response. "5.6 people are living with paralysis in the USA."

"How do you know?" he asked, removing her hand from his forehead to place on his collarbones.

"I've been researching." she shook her head, pulling her laptop off the coach and pulling it open. Miguel cracked a small smile as her back leaned against his shoulder slightly, clicking on one of her open links. "Look, and 82% are men."

"So, it's a men curse?" he frowned his eyebrows.

"You also will grow less body hair." Karter looked at him with a nod. "So, no need to shave. That's a plus, right?"

"Oh, definitely." he hummed, rubbing her back as Johnny walks back over with a shoebox, handing them a few photos.

"Meow!" Karter announced as she looked at the model worthy photos. "You might top Tom Holland workout videos."

"Those are the only photos I have. Don't have much after high school." he said toward the pair.

"Okay, um. Do you have any were you're wearing a shirt maybe?" Miguel looked his way in questioning.

"Not that no shirt is terrible." Karter pointed out, rubbing Miguel's leg. "Not that I have a body preference. All are very beautiful."

"Here you got. How's that?" Johnny passed him the next photo to show a very thin shirt that only covered the middle section of his abdomen.

"You know, we're probably just better off going with some new photos." Miguel agreed as he looked to Karter. "We had to go on a lot of fake dates for our fake profile, we know a lot of places."

"Yeah, we had a rain kiss at the gardens. Chicks love a man that goes to the garden." Karter agreed.

"Not sure I want you to grease me up right now. Baby oil gets over everything." the blonde cringed with a shake of his head. "Including gardens."

"I'm not gonna grease..." Miguel trialed off. "I was just thinking maybe we could go with something more contemporary. Yeah?"

"Yes! We'll look at what Ali's into, take pictures of me doing the same stuff!" he announced with a grin and a snap of his fingers.

"Heck yeah, fake it till you make it!" Karter stood up and pulled Miguel into his wheelchair.

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YALL! i'm sorry this took
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