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[dallas]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 500px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU BETTER RUN, BETTER RUN, FASTER THAN MY BULLET. the words: 688 | outfit: click! | notes: voila! hope this is okay c: boredom had officially sunk in to dallas' skull. he was due to have a lecture but his tutor had to cancel because of some other plans, a meeting or something, dallas wasn't really paying that much attention in all honesty. for once, the boy had actually been looking forward to a lecture. the class was covering more interesting topics recently, such as stranger anxiety and abnormality, it was something dallas enjoyed listening to and taking notes on, but sadly he was now left with the rest of his day doing absolutely nothing. the student union seemed like a suitable place to go. dallas swung his bag over his neck and shoulder, before gripping tightly to the handles of his crutches. thankfully someone with good morals was passing by him and helped to open all the doors that he needed to enter. it was people like that in his country that made dallas feel proud to serve it, even if the career was short lived. "thanks, man." dallas said, grateful for the person's kindness. he just wish that they would have stopped staring at his legs. two things dallas hated were pity and staring. you'd think that after being at the university for almost two years now, that everybody would be used to the fact that yeah, they have a kid with a disability here who is always on crutches. it's nothing special. he didn't see why people had to look at him as if he were contagious, heck, he almost wished that a bullet wound was contagious, at least then they'd understand how he felt day in and day out. the way people's eyebrows would furrow in confusion as they tried to subtly figure out what was wrong with dallas in the first place, usually when we see someone with crutches we automatically assume they've broken a bone, but dallas wore no thick plaster cast. if he were to stand up straight with his crutches on the floor, you wouldn't think twice about looking at him. he wore average clothes, had a nearly average hairstyle, he was plain, boring dallas. only when one sees him struggling to walk do they realise that something's not quite right. it isn't that dallas is afraid to talk about the accident, either. in fact, he enjoys telling the story, it reminds him of the days out on the front-line where he really got a hell of a good adrenalin rush from it all. the problem was that most people seemed too afraid to ask him about it, dallas guessed that they didn't want to offend him by asking what's wrong. they don't realise that it offends him more to stay silent and watch from afar. as dallas approached the student union, his eyes glanced around to see if he could find any familiar faces. of course, there were a few people who were supposed to have had that lecture with him, but he wasn't very close with any of them. what he needed was a decent chat, and also someone who he could have a joke with and complain about how awful his weekend had been. the first person that came to mind was victor. a grin spread across dallas' cheeks as he carefully sat himself down at a table in the small coffee shop within the SU. balancing his crutches against the table, dallas outstretched his bad leg, although winced fro the searing pain that shot through his nerves. he'd never grow used to that white hot pain that provoked him every single day. drawing his phone from his pocket, dallas scrolled down to victor's name on his contacts and opened up a new message. "hey victor." send. new message. "victorrrrrr." send. new message. "icky vicky. come see me." send. new message. "last text, i promise. i'm bored and on my own in the coffee shop. entertain me, my love xxxxxxxx" dallas couldn't quite fathom why on earth he found so much entertainment out of irritating poor victor as much as he possibly could. it was clear as day, however, to see that dallas truly adored the other boy, at least victor managed to keep him sane in an insane world. created by ADE! | Pb-ified by WILL | lyrics by foster the people

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[victor]

Victor had a sociology test coming up fast and had spent a majority of his free time studying for it, he was pretty confident in his ability to retain the information from the lectures. Wanting to ensure that he knew the material from front to back he re-read his notes and the chapters in the textbook that the test would cover. Sure it meant that his social life currently wasn’t fairing so well but that didn’t bother him all that much, he’d much rather get an A on his exam and make something out of his life than spend his free time partying and hanging out with friends. However, that wasn’t to say that he didn’t want to go out with his friends—he loved everyone in his friend circle and enjoyed spending time with them all, but even they understood that he took his schoolwork very seriously.

After several hours of intense studying he finally pulled himself away from his textbook, not because he decided that he’d read enough for the day, but because his stomach was desperately trying to get his attention and tell him that it needed food pronto. He ran his fingers through his light brown locks, letting out a semi-frustrated sigh for having completely forgotten about taking a lunch break. During his studies he hadn’t even noticed the ache in his stomach and now that he’d gone several hours without actually having anything to eat did he finally notice the stabbing pain of hunger.

“Damn, looks like I should grab a bite to eat soon, hmm?” He wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, merely musing out loud to himself like he did on occasion. Closing his Sociology textbook, Victor stretched his arms above his head and let out a yawn before shuffling out of the library with full intent on finding a vending machine to buy a snack from.

It was then that he felt his phone vibrate against his leg, pausing to fish out his cellphone and sliding the bar to unlock the screen Victor found his inbox spammed with various messages from his best mate who, apparently, was incredibly bored and in need of some attention. Rolling his eyes, Victor flipped open his phone and quickly texted, ‘What a drama queen. No need to get your knickers in a twist, mate. I’ll be there soon.’

Well that worked out, he could grab a bite to eat and see his best mate—it was a win-win situation.

He repositioned the strap of his messenger bag on his shoulder and quickened his pace, arriving at the Student Union rather quickly and scanning the semi-crowded room for his friend. It didn’t take him very long to find the dark haired boy and it took even less time for him to cross the Union and plop down into the chair directly across from the older boy.

“Miss me?” His lips twitched into a smile.

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[dallas]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 500px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU BETTER RUN, BETTER RUN, FASTER THAN MY BULLET. the words: 447 | outfit: click! | notes: <3 "miss me?" the voice startled dallas from his daydream, one of which involved a person he encountered during his terrible weekend. shuddering at the thought, dallas broke into a smile as victor sat opposite him. "of course i missed you, i'm always missing you." dallas grinned, pushing over a styrofoam cup filled to the brim with coffee. "got you this, thought you might appreciate it." dallas lifted his own cup to his lips, taking a large gulp before reaching over his hand to grasp onto victor's own, his fingers forcefully entwining with the others. tilting his head on his shoulder, dallas gave victor a look of pretend adoration, "look how cute we are." he sighed, "after days of separation we're finally back together." dallas pouted his mouth to make a "kissy face" at the other, "never leave me like that again or i swear to god, we're over! i mean it, victor." in a way, sometimes dallas did feel as though he were in a relationship with the younger boy, although of course it would certainly be one without much affection, but even so they acted like a married couple half the time. dallas fell about into a fit of laughter, letting go of victor's hand and instead playfully twirling his index finger around in his messy fringe. "how have you been, man?" the boy asked, switching to "serious dallas" for once. "i swear, i gotta tell you about the drama that happened this weekend, bro." dallas took another sip of his drink, shaking his head as he sighed. "i'm pretty sure bad things only happen to me when you're not around!" though of course that in itself was a lie, the fact that the whole reason why dallas was in this college in the first place was a "bad thing" and that certainly wasn't victor's fault, he didn't even know the boy back then. dallas lifted his bag onto the table, careful not to knock over his drink, and proceeded to take out his pouch of tobacco that he kept one of the zipped up pockets. "i've been smoking way more than usual lately, like for real." the boy said as he took out a rolling paper and neatly sprinkled tobacco inside. placing a filter in the end, dallas smoothly and steadily rolled the paper and tobacco into a neat little cigarette, a perfect cylinder. he could thank those army boys for teaching him these tricks. "i'm surprised i don't just naturally breathe out smoke, my lungs must hate me." the boy grinned as he tucked the cigarette behind his ear, waiting until both had finished their drinks before gesturing to perhaps go outside so he could smoke. created by ADE! | Pb-ified by WILL | lyrics by foster the people

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[victor]

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[dallas]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 500px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU BETTER RUN, BETTER RUN, FASTER THAN MY BULLET. the words: 855 | outfit: click! | notes: <3 the moment victor's lips pursed to a frown, dallas rolled his eyes and sighed. reaching over, with both index fingers, dallas gently pulled the corners of victor's mouth upward in a makeshift smile. "shouldn't frown like that, you'll get wrinkles." the boy mused as he drew his hands back to his side, although only to fetch a lighter from his pocket, almost mockingly. "yeah, yeah, you never stop going on about it." dallas groaned, "i get it, smoking's a bad habit, but it's not done me any harm." and now came the argument that dallas always used, almost spitefully to try and get one over on victor. "if getting shot won't kill me then i doubt a cigarette will." it was quite selfish really, to use his disability in his favour, and to even bring it up into conversation when it created such an awkward tension. it was a very naive statement, too. deep down dallas knew that victor was only caring for his well-being, but the elder male truly thought that he was pretty much invincible now. "come on, let's go outside." when dallas was seated, he was just like any other person in this student union. he was normal, and nobody had to double take when they glanced over at him, it was only when he managed to stand to his feet (a pained look crossing his face briefly as that same shooting pain traveled through his nerves), heads suddenly turned to take a good look at him. "can you grab my bag for me?" the boy asked victor whilst slipping his hands into the cuffs of his forearm crutches. dallas guessed that's why people talked about him, he never used underarm crutches for they were really only given to those with a temporary disability, the forearm crutches symbolised that this was something permanent. managing to swiftly manoeuvre himself outside, the bitter wind blew against dallas' features, his hair becoming more tangled than usual. sitting himself at a nearby bench, the boy took the cigarette kept from his ear and placed the filter between thin, cold lips. flicking the flint on his lighter, dallas hurriedly lit the end, taking in that satisfying first drag. "one day, i promise i'll quit for you." dallas looked over to victor with that adorable, charming smile of his. "it might not be today, might not be tomorrow, or any day next week, or next month, but one day." he grinned, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils. "anyway, let's move on from smoking and talk about how much of an embarrassment to society i am." dallas' mind thought back to the previous weekend, more specifically the saturday. "you know i go physiotherapy on saturdays, and it's usually really boring?" dallas asked the younger male, "totally different this time." just to even imagine what had happened it made dallas cringe, he knew he'd probably regret telling victor for he could guess what the other's reactions would be, he knew the boy far too well. "so, my nurse i had was all, 'we wanna try something new with you today.' and i was like, well... why? but anyway, they told me they wanted to do massage therapy on me to see whether it gave me any benefit. massage. therapy." dallas' expression on his face was enough to tell victor exactly what he'd thought of that process, and it could all be summed up into one pretty little word. "bullshit. absolute bullshit! but i had to do it, so they made me take my pants off and my underwear, and like i had a towel wrapped around my waist and stuff. then, oh my god, the hottest guy in the world came into this room and told me to lay face down on the bed. it wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't completely obvious that he was straight and would rather have been touching a woman. but, yeah, so he started massaging and stuff and i was like screaming in pain pretty much, so i needed a distraction. then, you know what i'm like, i started imagining that he was massaging... something else." dallas placed his head in his hands, ashamed of his teenage mind coming into play. he was a twenty-three year old man yet his hormones were still in their adolescence and sex seemed to be on the brain twenty-four seven. "you can probably guess what happened next... he made me roll over and bam, he was greeted by my little friend." the boy had to laugh at his own misfortune, "that isn't even the worse part! he then told me that if i wanted, he could leave the room so i could "sort myself out". i mean, fucking seriously?! i thought i was gonna die right there and then, it would have been less painful, that's for sure." sucking hard on the filter, dallas took a long pull on the cigarette because he damn well needed it. "at that moment, i wish my leg would have just started working because i'd have ran out that door butt naked, as fast as possible." created by ADE! | Pb-ified by WILL | lyrics by foster the people

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb= style,background-color: #f1eded; width: 460px; height: 230px; padding-left: 10px, bTable][STYLE=background-color:#f7f3ec; width: 300px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;]“I’ll keep that in mind.” He muttered in reply to Dallas’ comment about him getting wrinkles from frowning too much. Oftentimes Victor felt like he was the older one in their relationship, being the voice of reason and attempting to persuade Dallas to choose healthier habits to get addicted to. So what if he sounded like an old man, all he cared about was his best mate’s health and well-being and he didn’t believe that coating his lungs in nicotine and tar was the best idea in the world. But he couldn’t stop him, well he could if he tied Dallas down and made sure that he was unable to have any access to tobacco—but he figured that the older boy would enjoy that too much. The ‘being tied down’ part, not the ‘being unable to have his tobacco fix’. “You’ve got a morbid sense of humor, mate. ” Victor and Dallas had been friends long enough that jokes made by the older boy pertaining to his handicap didn’t usually bother the brit, but he figured that if it were anyone else then they’d probably feel incredibly awkward after that statement. Bringing the Styrofoam cup to his lips, Victor took another sip, relishing the fact that the liquid wasn’t quite as hot as before and had cooled down considerably. As if anticipating what Dallas’ next words would be, he reached forward to snatch the strap of the boy’s bag, slinging it over his shoulder before retrieving his own bag from the spot on the floor where he’d left it. “Don’t even know why I’m humoring your smoking habit by coming outside with you. You’re lucky that I love you.” His lips twitched as he re-positioned the shoulder straps of both bags, grabbing his cup of coffee and rising from his seat. He shuffled outside, side-by-side with his best mate, taking in a deep breath of the chilling air. It was chilly, yes, but nothing compared to the winters he had experience back home in the UK where the days and nights were so unbelievably cold that all you’d want to do is stay home by the fireplace, drinking hot cocoa, and burrowing yourself deep into as many blankets as you could wrap around yourself. Here in Florida the winters seemed mild at best, he didn’t have much need for most of his winter layers, Victor could get away with wearing a woven jumper, a hoodie over that, and a pair of jeans and be warm enough to function. Victor found himself turning towards Dallas to give him his undivided attention. Usually when the older boy told a story it was something that you did not want to miss, he just had a knack of getting himself caught up in awkward and hilarious situations. He made sure to keep quiet while the story was being told, but that didn’t stop his facial expression from changing—from amused, to feeling embarrassed for his friend, back to amused, and then face-palming. Unable to control it any longer, he brought his hand up to cover his eyes as he proceeded to laugh uncontrollably, “O-oh man. Only you. That poor bloke must’ve been horrified! Or do you s’pose that he was flattered? I mean, to have such a reaction from you…he must’ve figured that he was doing something right, yeah?” He leaned back against the bench and wiped away the tears that had sprung forth during his fit of laughter, “So, uh, what happened next? Did he just walk out and say that your therapy was done for the day or what? Finish the story, mate. I’m dying to know how this ended.” [/style]

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[dallas]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 500px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU BETTER RUN, BETTER RUN, FASTER THAN MY BULLET. the words: 599 | outfit: click! | notes: ahaha, i'm so glad! it made me giggle to write about it ;D dallas' eyes narrowed as laughter erupted from victor's throat, he pursed his lips to his signature pout, "it's not that funny." the elder boy whined, his head burying in his hands once more as he replayed the memory in his mind. "... well, maybe it was." dallas sighed with a grin, lifting his head up and rolling his eyes. "but hey! he wouldn't have been horrified! i'm damn sexy, i think he wanted me but didn't know what to do about it." dallas was only kidding himself of course, he didn't think much of his personal appearance, barely average, if the man hadn't been horrified then dallas would have been a little more freaked out by the entire ordeal. "i think it was the shock that i was a guy, if i was a hot chick who was so wet that he could hear the waves breaking in my vagina, then maybe i would have got laid." the male lifted both hands up, shrugging as he contemplated the situation. "why do i even have to be attracted to guys? makes everything so much harder." dallas grinned cheekily, "no pun intended." running a hand through his hair as he outstretched his leg, wrinkling his nose and gritting his teeth through the process, dallas did truly wish that he could just be straight. of course, he did enjoy the opposite sex, it was just… he couldn't spend the rest of his life with one. he complained enough as it is, stuck with another woman, well, all they'd do is argue. plus, dallas could never be enough to look after them fully, he had far too many complications himself that he just wouldn't have the time to be the doting, knight in shining armour that every girl dreams about. dallas needs his own. "hey, i like to keep suspense." dallas giggled, flicking the burnt out cigarette end onto the floor, watching as the last few wisps of smoke spiralled up into the air to be carried away by the wind. "the bad thing was, he had to actually carry on 'cause it's what he's paid to do. so uh… yeah, he just ignored it and kept massaging me, but thankfully it hurt like a fucking bitch so i got turned off soon enough." dallas never thought that he'd ever have been thankful for the pain, but for once it did him some good and saved him far more embarrassment. perhaps this was all god having a little tease with him, in reality, dallas should be with him up in the sky, but for some reason he managed to find that hidden strength to carry himself into safety when he could feel his life slipping from him. maybe god made all these embarrassing moments happen to dallas for his own satisfaction, to remind the boy that he was still alive despite everything and it wasn't cool, 'cause heaven needed him. "what would have been perfect would be if he was like, my soul mate, and we ended up kissing like in the movies and it'd be so romantic. knowing my luck, the moment i do find the guy i marry, 'cause it's definitely gonna be a guy, our first kiss will be so shit and boring." from watching too many romance movies, dallas had painted this perfect image in his head of how he wanted to meet his true love, how he wanted their relationship to be, he'd even planned part of his wedding vows without knowing who on earth this man may be. "how are things with you in the "love" department, anyway?" created by ADE! | Pb-ified by WILL | lyrics by foster the people

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb= style,background-color: #f1eded; width: 460px; height: 230px; padding-left: 10px, bTable][STYLE=background-color:#f7f3ec; width: 300px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;]“Poor bloke’s probably been up all weekend questioning his sexuality—look what you did Dallas, you caused the guy to go through an identity crisis. I hope you’re happy.” Of course Victor had no way of knowing whether the therapist had been bothered by the encounter or not, perhaps he’d gone home and forgotten all about it? But he felt the need to poke fun at his best mate’s expense, that’s what friends are for, yeah? It was the next comment made by Dallas that sent Victor into hysterics, his laughter was uncontrollable as well as the reddening of his cheeks. “Y-you have such a way with words, Dal…” He managed to get out between his laughter, “Though that’s not exactly an image that I’d care to have stuck in my head…so thanks for that.” He couldn’t even begin to imagine what Dallas had to go through on a daily basis, sure he was around his friend often enough to see but that was different than actually experiencing it firsthand like the older boy did. Victor always made sure to be around whenever Dallas needed him, if he needed someone to talk or rant to or if he needed someone to leave campus with him and have a good time. “Haha, well that must’ve been awkward as hell.” Victor knew that if the roles had been reversed and it had been him lying there on that table getting massaged he would have been far too embarrassed to let the guy continue. But he and Dallas were different in the fact that Victor was a tad more…modest than Dallas was—things that easily embarrassed him probably would have no effect whatsoever on the older man. Biting his lip, Victor glanced back over to his friend, his laughter dying down, “I’m almost certain that it’d be impossible for anything involving you to be boring—you’d find a way to make it memorable.” And then the conversation to turned to him and his love-life, or lackthereof. With a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders, Victor rolled his eyes good naturedly, “Same old, same old. I’ve got girl friends but not a girlfriend, nothing new.” [/style]

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[dallas]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 500px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU BETTER RUN, BETTER RUN, FASTER THAN MY BULLET. the words: 500 | outfit: click! | notes: aw, that's okay. sorry this is a little late, too, i've also been caught up in things ;c dallas glanced over to his best friend, running a hand through his own curly hair before resting his elbows on his knees to prop his head in his palms. "yeah, no doubt my first kiss with my true love will be memorable because i'll make an ass out of myself as per usual." the boy grinned with a roll of his eyes. he'd begun to accept the fact that he was always going to embarrass himself no matter the situation, he was so clumsy it was unreal and he was an idiot in general, though only in the best way possible. as victor answered his question, dallas sat himself up straight with brows furrowed. "and if there was a girl, you would tell me, right?" that was always one of dallas' fears, that people didn't trust him. it wasn't as if anyone had any reason not to, but it was the paranoia he'd gained which always unsettled him. "i think i might just become celibate. although i suppose that's already happened because of my damned leg, i doubt i'll ever get "intimate" ever again." dallas wrinkled his nose as he kept his leg straightened outward, the familiar burning sensation was warming his thigh up a treat, "ah well, you know if you never find a girl then you'll always have me as your last option." dallas shrugged, "i might not be the most beautiful person on this planet, but hey, i'm pretty close." and the boy laughed to mask the dark thoughts that were currently running in his head. all he could think of was how... how it wasn't fair that everyone else was able to get a good relationship and he'd be stuck alone. sure, his offer to victor was only a joke but it was because he knew the younger boy could find somebody in an instant if he just opened his damn eyes. dallas heard people talking, the girls glancing over toward his best friend and giggling, yet victor seemed so oblivious every bloody time. dallas was lucky to even get a smile from anyone, usually it was a look of fake sympathy. nobody would ever even consider him relationship material because he was too much hassle, dallas had too many problems for anyone to deal with and the elder boy doubted many would be up for taking regular trips to the hospital with him, or calming him whenever there are fireworks outside because they remind him of the gunfire, it was all too much. "eh, i bet you'll find someone soon. real soon." dallas forced a smile upon his cheeks, though his eyes showed sadness for he knew that the consequences of his best friend finding a girl would be that he'd be left alone more and more. not that dallas would even blame victor, he still couldn't understand why the younger was still here. "unlike me who is destined for a life alone. i should buy myself a dozen cats and get on with it." created by ADE! | Pb-ified by WILL | lyrics by foster the people

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[victor]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/1817/1817215.png?1316719200); width: 460px; height: 30px; padding-right:10px ,bTable]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb= style,background-color: #f1eded; width: 460px; height: 230px; padding-left: 10px, bTable][STYLE=background-color:#f7f3ec; width: 300px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;]The corners of his lips twitched, “Well, I’m sure by then your true love will be used to your shenanigans and so even if you do make an ass of yourself it won’t matter.” Victor wished that Dallas would stop being so hard on himself, it seemed like a regular thing that the other boy would bash himself and then cover it up by making it into a joke and laughing about it. But he knew that his best friend believed some of the things he said about himself and Victor wished that he could change the way that Dallas saw himself, but no amount of reassurances probably never would change the other boy’s beliefs. It was now his turn to roll his eyes at the absurdity, “You honestly think that I would keep anything important like that from you? C’mon mate I thought you knew me better than that.” He shook his head in a disappointed manner, he attempted to keep a straight and serious face but he couldn’t hold it for very long. Victor’s lips twitched and his eyes took on a more sympathetic look to them, “In all seriousness, though, you’d be the first person to know if anything ever happened. I may not have quite as many hilariously embarrassing stories to tell as you do, but I promise to tell you everything that happens in my life, regardless of whether it’s interesting or not. Sound good to you?” Most of the time his life wasn’t very interesting, he studied a lot to ensure that he maintained a decent GPA but he did go out on occasion whenever Dallas or any of their other friends asked him to—most of the time he was the designated driver, however he always had great stories to tell his friends when they recovered from their hangovers and often took pleasure in recounting their drunken shenanigans in full, embarrassing detail. “We’d make a lovely match, don’t you think?” He laughed, “I’m sure most of the people who see us out and about together probably already think that we’re a couple—especially with you being so handsy and all, maybe you should learn to keep your hands to yourself, yeah? Don’t want any nasty rumors spreading about us, now do we?” Though, if any such rumor were to ever come about he doubted that he would care very much. He was never the type to actually buy into that sort of thing and if someone were to go around spreading lies about him he’d turn his head the other way—as long as he knew that truth that was all that truly mattered anyway, right? He frowned, “Don’t say that. We’ll find you a nice, fit bloke and you’ll live happily ever after with your prince charming. Don’t you start your cat collection quite yet; you might scare away any prospective suitors. No one likes a man who smells like cat piss.” [/style]

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