Troy Bolton is a Douchebag

"...Do you have anything not floral?" He asked, wrinkling his nose. "I need something I can actually wear, assbutt."

"God, Blair, can we just pretend I'm not a complete sex object to you?" he asked, lightly nudging him in the shoulder. "I guess I have some of this blue paid left over from one of my dolls."

He rolled his eyes.

"That works. So, what should I make? A scarf or something?"

"A scarf sounds easy enough," he said. "Now, how long do you want it?"

"Uh." He thought for a moment. "Well it can't be like really long, or I'll look like a fag."

"That's specific," he said, staring at him blankly. "Is sex really your only talent, or...? Well, I guess you have baking. And sports. That's pretty gay, Blair."

Blair smacked him on the ass again.

"Shut up. I'm a straight A student, too, so fuck you." He laughed afterwards, though. "You're adorable."

"You're really gay," he replied, blushing. "You are aware that I'm not a chick, right?"

"I know." He kissed Yuri on the top of the head. "I like you anyways."

"You sure seem to treat me like one," he said, frowning slightly. "Only, I think you were louder around them. Always shouting, for some reason--maybe you just don't like me as much. Not that it really matters, anyway--I can see why if you don't." He kissed Blair on the cheek. "Everyone knows I'm not a good person, so I couldn't blame you, right?"

He frowned suddenly, grabbing Yuri and hugging him.

"Hey. Don't talk like that, stupid. Of course you're not a bad person."

He slapped Blair on the arm.

"I'm not compliment-fishing, so don't lie. Come on, don't you have some sewing to do? Get off of me, you huge gaybo." Sometimes, Yuri felt bad about abusing Blair; he couldn't help it. Even after all they had been through, sometimes Blair seemed genuinely repentant...of course, he had acted this sweet the last time. And Yuri wasn't about to allow a repeat.

"Come on, let's just sew," he grumbled. "What do you think complimenting me will get you, anyway? It's not like I have much."

He kissed him on the forehead.

"Sorry, then." He muttered, clearing his throat. "You're right. We should just sew. You have to help me though."

"Yes, I know," he said. "So how long do you want it to be?"

He just shrugged.

"Whatever is fine, actually. Just, whatever."

"It's going to be two inches, then," he said, smirking. "You said not long enough to be gay? How short is that?"

He hit Yuri on the shoulder.

"Shut up, stop being a douchebag." He insisted.

"Make me," he replied, sticking out his tongue. "I'm your teacher,s o i can act how I want, right?"

He pulled Yuri into a kiss.

"Silly. Don't make me hit you."

"You'd probably just get gay all over me," he said, measuring the fabric. "I have no idea how long 'gay' is, so I'll just make it as long as I want."

He rolled his eyes.

"That's fine, then. I don't mind."

He carefully began to cut the fabric, glancing thoughtfully at Blair every once in a while.

"Blair, you're strange," he said finally.

"What? Why?" He asked, frowning deeply.

"You treat the people you use exceptionally well," he said, shrugging. "I mean, sometimes I feel almost like we're friends."

"I'm not using yo-..." He trailed off, realizing he really was. "...I mean, yeah. I know. It's weird, I guess."