Buford/Baljeet, Value Me
“You infuriate me,” Baljeet hisses. His arms are crossed over his chest and his shoulders hunched in as they are escorted down the hallway towards the principals office.
“Aw, ‘Jeet, don’t be like that,” Buford says with a smirk, bumping his shoulder against Baljeet’s. “You know you’re just mad cause we were caught.”
“This is going to be on my school record! How will I ever be accepted to a college with this on my record!” Baljeet screeches, and begins to wave his hands around.
Buford snorts and grabs Baljeet’s hands. “Dude, chill, you know colleges are going to be begging for you,” he says, squeezing his hands once before letting go.
“And a little making out under the bleachers isn’t going to keep them from doing that,” Buford says with a grin as they’re seated outside the principal’s office.
Baljeet sighs and sits up straight in his chair. “You still infuriate me,” he whispers.
Buford laughs. “Naw man, I know you love me.”