When they finally stopped, they were on their back, out of breath and looking in opposite directions. They changed a glance at each other and glared when their eyes met. Daniel lifted them so they were sitting again, "This is stupid... we need to find a way to get apart."
"And how do we do that?" Alex rolled his eyes and looked away.
"Look man. I hate you, and I know you hate me." Daniel stated as a fact, "But we can't even move without each other. So we can continue to roll around fighting against each other, or we can find some way to undo this, and never see each other again!" Alex just let out a grunt, and Daniel took that as a sign of agreement from the younger boy.
They waited for the bell to go, that way lunch would be over, and no one would see them. They crawled out of the bush, cursing each other as they moved. When they finally got to their feet, Daniel started to complain about how short Alex was, but in response, Alex just started to walk. As if the limp wasn't bad enough, the pair weren't even trying to work together. They stumbled with every step, and almost fell over every bump. Daniel got fed up, and lifted Alex's half, and hopped the rest of the way to his backpack.
They crouched down as best they could, and Daniel pulled out his gym clothes. Alex reared back, trying to wave the smell away, "No, nuh-uh, not a chance. I am NOT putting your smelly gym shit on!"
"Just shut up!" Daniel snarled. He pulled the boxers and shorts up his leg, and started putting on the shirt. Alex resisted, and the two of them started wrestling again, until Daniel over powered him.
"This is gross! I'm in your underwear!"
Daniel just looked at Alex and gave their crotch a nudge, causing their cocks to rub. "Get over it..."