November 17, 2017; 9:30am

Rogers Woke up to get hot chocolate with a peanut butter sandwich. Then he saw Glamist shirtless and he paralyzed for a second. He didn't bother of seeing him like that it just that... it was unusual.

- "Morning Rogers" Glamist said as he was grabbing something from the fridge.
- "Morning Glam" Rogers replied.
- "What's wrong? Why you're looking me like I'm a stranger?"
- "Que estas palido y mas jincho que un marshmallow"
- "What?"
- "You look like a marshmallow"
- "Why you say that?"
- "Cause your torso is white... like a marshmallow"
- "And what about it?"
- "You need to get tanned"
- "Hell nah I ain't gonna get a fake tan"
- "Fuck the fake tan, it will screw up you skin. Go to the beach and get roasted like a turkey"
- "I don't really like it"
- "But you need it dude, you need to work on that. Also a little of abs will make it"
- "Look who's talking"
- "Hey ey ey, careful with your words ok, I'm doing some exercise to get rid of this chichos. I don't want a perfect body like a fucking actor but I want to be 'fit'"
- "Yeah right and drinking like 10 Frapuccinos everyday"
- "That's why I said "fit" entre comillas"
- "En- what?"
- "Is a Latino thing"
- "Can you at least not speak Spanish for once?"
- "I wish I could but my English is not perfect"
- "How that can be possible?"
- "Don't ask me please, I never ask what you say in your native language. Now if you excuse me I need to go to work" Rogers said as he grabbed his beanie and the keys.
- "Remember to come early"
- "Vete al carajo" Rogers said as he left

8 hours later

Glamist was laying on the couch watching some random program on the TV and I don't know what he likes anyways. Then Danaelya went to the living room and sat beside him.

- "Glamist I have a question" Danaelya whispered.
- "Go ahead and ask" Glamist replied.
- "Isn't Rogers supposed to be here?"
- "I know, what time is it?"
- "5:30pm"
- "Let me call him"

Glamist called Rogers but he didn't answered and he decided to check if he posted something new on his Instagram. When Glamist checked Rogers profile, he saw a selfie of Rogers in a motorcycle in some kind of race.

- "See you later Danaelya" Glamist said as he stood up.
- "Where you going?" Danaelya asked.
- "To pick up Rogers"
- "I'm going with you" FA said in the distance.
- "Alright"

*Time skip to the motocross race*

- "Rogers!" Glamist shouted. Then his phone started to ring

Glamist: "Who is this?"
Rogers: "This is Satan, welcome to hell"
Glamist: "Rogers?"
Rogers: "Y quien mas va a ser pendejo"
Glamist: "Your Spanish tells me everything"
Rogers: "Is puertorrican Spanish"
Glamist: "Isn't every Spanish the same?"
Rogers: "You need a lot to learn"
Glamist: "By the way, how the fuck you can call me if you're in middle of a race?"
Rogers: I have a hands free device that the business guys use
Glamist: Which one are you?
Rogers:  "Black helmet, blue motocross uniform and with black and green gloves" 
Glamist: "Color of motorcycle?" 
Rogers: "White with blue tiger stripes" he said as Glamist started looking for him.
Glamist: "Found you"
Rogers: "See, I wasn't that hard to find"
Glamist: "Fuck you. By the way, are you sure that you're not gonna screw yourself in that?"
Rogers: "Relax, I'm gonna be A-Ok" 

That was the last thing he said. You may ask; why you're saying it like he died? Well he didn't died, he just fell off while he was backflip with the motorcycle. Glamist and FA rushed themselves to see if Rogers was ok.

- "Hey G, are you alright?" Glamist asked.
- "Thank god I didn't screw up my back again" Rogers replied.
- "So this means you lost the race?" FA asked.
- "Nah, I'm laying at the end of the finish line" Rogers replied.
- "And what's gonna be your prize? A Frappucino?"
- "So fucking funny Glam, the prize was the motorcycle"
- "You're telling me that actually someone wanted to give away a motorcycle and it put it as a prize?" FA added
- "You know something, I wanna go home I'm tired, plus my ass hurts. See you guys in the house" Rogers said as he got in the motorcycle.
- "See ya" Glamist and FA said as they got in the car.
- "For how long we have to deal with his bullshit?" FA asked.
- "Honestly I don't know" Glamist replied.