Dane DeHaan for Vogue (2013)
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Dane DeHaan for Vogue (2013)
Love Me Chase Me | CARNEY
”Um, I’m not really sure what to say. I’m a Biology major, I don’t really know what career path I wanna take with it yet, I just know I wanna do something with Biology. I’m not really sure what else you wanna know, I’m not good at talking about myself.” He chuckled nervously.
"Fucking biology, man. Watch out for anyone that teaches biology." Bitter much? "Never teach it. You look like you can do better things with yourself. And, that doesn't count as a deal, that counts as a current, sweetie."
”My pleasure.” Connor winked, a brow furrowing. Hello, Allen. My deal? What do you mean, exactly?”
"Everyone has a deal. It's what makes a person their own. What's yours? Say something, anything, and it might be right."
”You’ve got really nice eyes, like, they’re gorgeous.” He admitted, his eyes moving to the others notebook and then back to his face. “No, I don’t believe I did, but my names Connor.”
"Thanks, sweetie." He grinned a little, glancing down to scribble something down. "Allen. I'm Allen. What's your deal, Connor?"
Well, yeah—— Aw, babe, I told you I was leaving my cell behind. Otherwise I’d be snappin’ dick pics during the meeting, y’know, and I’d get in trouble, and you’d be pissed. Though, you’re kinda pissed now, anyway. Should I, uh, maybe go sit on the couch until you feel like seeing me? I mean, I can sleep in my office for a few days, if you’d rather.
You fucking dick, you're missing the goddamn point. You left me and freaked me out and I thought---[Is his voice cracking? Is he gonna cry?] I thought I'd turned into another teacher's ex-kinda illegal play thing and had been left-left, again. [He's officially crying.]
Bryant shrugged before taking a sip, “I guess I could say the same? Just going to class, meeting people, and going back to my room. Nothing too interesting happening yet.”
"Your life is boring, sweetie." He grabbed the bottle, pouring himself a second glass. He downed it in one go, groaning. "I hate people, Bryant."
It’s almost like you aren’t happy to see me, babe! ——- To be fair, I did leave a note. It was on the fridge and everything. Bought that dong-shaped magnet for it, too. Besides, I was only really supposed to be gone for two days. It just kind of, y’know, became two weeks.
Two fucking weeks, you bitch. Do you even get how much that sucked? I have abandonment issues, you fucking dick. You weren't answering calls or texts and you were gone for twelve fucking days longer than you were supposed to and I don't even want to see you right now.
Hot Fudge Pudding Cake
Bryant smiled at Allen, “I’m glad you’re so eager.” Taking out two cups, he handed one to the other male and poured them both a fair share of the liquor. “So, what have you been up to these days?”
"Hold on---" He downed his cup in one go, closing his eyes as it went down. "I've been existing and I'm so sick of it. What've you been up to?"
Lead the way, I’ve always wanted to be escorted somewhere.
I'm starting to feel like a legal prostitute. Who're you?
”My face is inspiring? Oh wow, I think that’s one of the nicest things anyone’s said to me.”
"It's the eyes. They're bright as fuck." He grabbed hi notebook from his jacket pocket, along with a pen. "Did I already forget your name, or did you not say it?"
———— Y’know. Eating a man’s box of pastries is just plain uncivilized. Barbaric, even. But enjoy those, man, eat ‘em all right up. S’cool. No, really. Go ahead.
Be gone on business or whatever the fuck you were doing for a fucking eternity and don't take me with you. No, really. Do it again some fucking time.