Things had been going pretty well for Hank and Paul since both had passed their drivers' tests. The brothers felt like best friends again mais than ever, now that Hank's buddies had stopped bothering Paul. And now that they were both driving, mais extracurriculars, taking place all over their city and not just at the school, were an option for them - which was very exciting.
"How's the new theatre group, Paul?" There was a bit of a laugh in Hank's voice, from the part of him that could not understand for the life of him what there was to enjoy about theatre, but Paul could still tell he was genuinely interested.
"Actually it's great. I like getting to act on the weekends as well as in the school's drama club. And they're going to be auditioning roles for their seguinte play soon."
Hank slapped Paul on the shoulder. "Well, break a leg or whatever it is they say, bro. I'll be in the front row watching you in the lead role."
Paul grinned. "I don't have the lead role yet, Hank."
"You'll get it," Hank said confidently, then went on. "You're not the only one with auditions to look progressivo, para a frente to."
Paul frowned. "Really? You're already on the football team."
"I mean the cheerleader tryouts. Some of the guys and I are going to watch them - it should be fun seeing which pretty girls get on the team this year."
Paul frowned.
"Hank, all your buddies care about in girls is that they're pretty and fashionable and popular. There are mais important things."
"Like what?" Hank argued. "Every football player wants to encontro, data a beautiful cheerleader. You get looks and support all in one. What do you look for?"
Paul shrugged. "Smart... funny... friendly...."
"It sounds like you just want another buddy."
"Yeah, well, it sounds like you just want arm candy!"
Hank broke off the discussion with another laugh. "Forget it. It's not like we're even dating anyone yet. And when we do, you'll see."
"Sure," Paul agreed with a shrug. "I'm sure you will."
"How's the new theatre group, Paul?" There was a bit of a laugh in Hank's voice, from the part of him that could not understand for the life of him what there was to enjoy about theatre, but Paul could still tell he was genuinely interested.
"Actually it's great. I like getting to act on the weekends as well as in the school's drama club. And they're going to be auditioning roles for their seguinte play soon."
Hank slapped Paul on the shoulder. "Well, break a leg or whatever it is they say, bro. I'll be in the front row watching you in the lead role."
Paul grinned. "I don't have the lead role yet, Hank."
"You'll get it," Hank said confidently, then went on. "You're not the only one with auditions to look progressivo, para a frente to."
Paul frowned. "Really? You're already on the football team."
"I mean the cheerleader tryouts. Some of the guys and I are going to watch them - it should be fun seeing which pretty girls get on the team this year."
Paul frowned.
"Hank, all your buddies care about in girls is that they're pretty and fashionable and popular. There are mais important things."
"Like what?" Hank argued. "Every football player wants to encontro, data a beautiful cheerleader. You get looks and support all in one. What do you look for?"
Paul shrugged. "Smart... funny... friendly...."
"It sounds like you just want another buddy."
"Yeah, well, it sounds like you just want arm candy!"
Hank broke off the discussion with another laugh. "Forget it. It's not like we're even dating anyone yet. And when we do, you'll see."
"Sure," Paul agreed with a shrug. "I'm sure you will."