Percentiles: Chapter 7 'Friendship'

Master Synopsis: Two friends submit to a series of evaluations that always seem to revolve around means and percentiles, and color-coded pills. Oddly, the two of these budding young men begin to react, in different ways, to the medication. A true test of their friendship occurs in the midst of confusing times.

Chapter 7: Friendship

Adam and Paul's history of friendship dated back to elementary school and the playground. Up until Dr. Fry's study began the two would of never had tension. Now though, things were changing. Although verbal cues over the next several days would indicate nothing out of the ordinary, Adam and Paul were experiencing pause when thinking of one another in private.

On this morning in particular nearly ten days later... ten days after Paul's terrifying ejaculation in front of Dr. Fry and intern Drake... Paul woke up feeling jittery, almost like he should be moving. It wasn't until he stripped down to his undies did he realize his apparent weight loss as a factor in all this. Still he chugged forward toward the shower. 

"What a shitty month it's been." Paul thought. Before starting the shower he made sure to take his prescribed medication from the study.

Meanwhile on the other side of the shared apartment, Adam was in the middle of some morning stretching in front of his own mirror. As he lifted his increasingly beefy arms up and over his head a bunch of brown and curly armpit hairs uncurled themselves and spiraled out in a million different directions. The result was a sudden itch that demanded Adam address it at once. Promptly, Adam dug his hand in there for a good scratching. He concluded up the pit scratching with his crotch and went right to getting dressed.... minus any shirt.

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"Sup?" Adam led the artificially-driven conversation in the kitchen.

Something indeed felt off about the vibes. Adam had taken position in front of the main sink with both his arms spread wide, almost as to block access to it. Paul attempted to sneak around him but Adam wasn't budging. 

"Hey man come on, I need the sink." Paul wasn't sure why his demand came out sounding more like a whine. For some reason the frown on his face seemed frozen in place.

Adam sported a wide grin as he began flexing his biceps, seemingly unprovoked and out of nowhere. "I feel pumped man, ya know?"

"C'mon man, I need to use the sink." 

After an awkward pause Adam teased over at Paul to, "Fight for it haha." 

The insinuating shove that came from Paul was feather-weight and Adam didn't move. Adam did respond by easily pushing Paul further back and away.

"Woah dude, I'm using it, you gotta wait." Adam barked back, switching his tone to one of annoyance. 

The tension escalated more now because this was the first time Paul was angry at Adam yet powerless to... powerless....

"Okay." Paul walked away, mind-fried as to what'd just happened. 

"How did he do that?" 

"Why am I walking away?" 

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