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The next day came fast, they all met each other at the gate of the school and got in Becky’s family car.
After a bit they arrive at Becky’s mansion, where they’ll all get their measurements for the musical.
“Okay. I need to set some ground rules for you boys,” Becky declares pointing at all of them.
”You guys will be measured by a man and we’ll be measured by a woman. Which means you guys stay on your side and we stay on ours. If you peep on us, I will literally kill you.” Becky states seriously, putting her hands on her hips.
“Wait, Why? Don’t we keep our clothes on?” George asks.
“Are you seriously asking that right now? Are you actually the heir of the Glooman company or are you some hobo? Have you ever gotten your measurements?” Becky leans closer to George arching her eyebrow.
”Hmph. No I haven’t. My designers know my measurements automatically.” George proudly says.
”No they don’t you idiot. They probably measure you by making you try on a whole bunch of clothes and pinch the back of the clothing to make an estimate.” Damian’s rolls his eyes.
“What?! Are you implying my designers aren’t as good as Becky’s?” George argues.
”You said it not me.” Damian shrugs.
”Not surprised.” Ewen chuckles.
”I know right?” Emile smiles.
”Shut up—“
“Ughh! You all are so annoying just come with me and remember peep and I will literally kill you.” Becky narrows her eyes at George.
They all walk into the mansion, immediately they are greeted with maids and butlers.
Becky leads them up to where the designers are.
A maid is waiting outside the woman’s dressing room.
“Madam Becky.” Martha, Becky’s main maid greets.
”Hello Martha, I brought them here.” Becky says.
Martha nods.
”Madam Anya, you know where to go already, but you boys have to come with me.”
The boys follow Martha further down the hall, a male designer peaks out and allows them in.
”I will leave them to you.” Martha says and walks away quickly.
The designer immediately gets to work, George decided to go first, he offered and was quite reluctant too.
After he went, Damian was next.
”182.88 cm. You are very tall Lord Damian.” The male designer says.
“I get it from my father.” He says happily.
”I wish I was that tall Lord Damian..” Emile says.
”We are only a few inches a part it’s not that big of a deal.” Damian waves him off.
Once the male designer is done with the other measurements, he slips his uniform back on.
Damian notices how quiet it is very fast.
George was not in the room.
Damian quickly walks out of the room and looks down the hall.
George was trying to peak in the girls room!
”Hey!” Damian whispers loudly towards him.
”Stop being a freak and get back over here!”
“Would you be quiet? You act like you aren’t curious either.” George responds squinting his eyes for a better look.
”First of all, No I am not curious at all, Second, you have no idea how weird this is to watch!” Damian storms closer to him and grabs his arm.
”Stop! Anya is coming out now!”
Damian let’s go of his arm and leaps on top of him.
”You are such a creep!” Damian wrestles with George.
”Are you joking right now? It is just something all dudes like to do!” George yells.
”You mean all “dudes” that weren’t brought up to know a little decency?!” Damian overpowers him.
“Are you guys okay?” Someone asks.
Shit.
Damian looks back and loosens his grip on George, Martha is standing there.
“Uh, Yeah. We are just play—“ Damian gets thrown into the wall.
”He was trying to peak into the girls room! I had to tackle him so he’d stop!” George yells.
”WHAT?” Damian screeches.
Anya, Becky, Emile, and Ewen show up behind Martha.
”He- He’s lying!” Damian is filled with fear, if Anya believes George then it’s all over!
”George, you are low.” Anya says.
”What? How am I low? He is the one who-“
“You guys weren’t quiet about it. Damian tried to stop you and you wouldn’t move to he tackled you.”
“Well— it was-“
“Martha, please get him out of here.” Becky demands.
Martha rushes toward him.
”Dude! You are like the most desperate person out there!” Emile laughs.
”Seriously! It’s sad!” Ewen adds.
George has no words, he doesn’t know what to say or how to defend himself.
Martha guides him towards the door.
“Your father will hear about this, Good Day Mr. Glooman.”