"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@hashtagtrace
Text | Trace
Trace: Are you hungry? We could grab something to eat?
Scott: Yeah sure. But don’t get me too fat. Scott: I still need to be able to score all the cute guys. And girls.
Trace: We can go eat at a salad bar.
Trace: Ha. Deal. I will make sure you maintain a good weight for future romance.
Text | Trace
Trace: I was kidding. It doesnt’ translate on your end either.
Trace: You don’t have to do anything with me if you don’t wanna.
Scott: Didn’t say I didn’t want to. Scott: Could use a nice distraction
Trace: Are you hungry? We could grab something to eat?
Text | Trace
Trace: Wait, there was confetti? I love confetti.
Trace: Is there rules to this blind date? Is it suppose to be romantic?
Scott: Sarcasm doesn’t translate well through text… Scott: I don’t know? It’s V-Day but I guess it doesn’t have to be romantic.
Trace: I was kidding. It doesnt’ translate on your end either.
Trace: You don’t have to do anything with me if you don’t wanna.
“But wouldn’t that mean sacrificing yourself? Is that ethical?” He watched the lad stand up. He figured he did something wrong, quickly wanting to retract the words. Only to feel better when he wasn’t the reason. Drake stood sitting looking at him, “But you are white…and act like one too…” He pointed with his drink finishing it off. “Not too big, I like doing it on occasion not a fan of sitting and staring at it, but I’ll give it a try I guess.”
Trace rolled his eyes. “Right, but I am not a BASIC White girl. Ther is like a different. Shut up. “ He smacked his arm. “Fine, no art. What do you want to do since fucking is off the table. Do you want to build a bear or some shit?” He laughed. “Let’s go build a damn bear.”
No go hump your fleshlight or something.
You’re abusive. I think we should see other people.
Text | Trace
Trace: Hold back you excitement. Maybe..:P
Scott: Alright, I’ll sweep the confetti away. Scott: So what are we doing today? I imagine you’re more of a romantic than I am.
Trace: Wait, there was confetti? I love confetti.
Trace: Is there rules to this blind date? Is it suppose to be romantic?
you’re bad for my health…Go home.
Only if you go home with me
Text | Trace
Trace: Jackpot. Hi Scott. I guess you’re stuck with me for a bit ;)
Scott: Looks like I am. Guess you wanted this?
Trace: Hold back you excitement. Maybe..:P
V-day gifts for Drake.
@drake-valens
From the bottom of my heart -Trace.
Drake raised a brow, “You into the occult… I can get down with that one night with you. Sounds like a good time.” Drake shrugged his shoulders as he watched the boy with a small glint in his electric blue eyes. “Because of many many reasons… Just start picking them out a hat.” He grinned.
“You want to sacrifice some virgins with me?” He laughed out loud. He stood up. He was done being here, but nt being with Drake. “Let’s go somewher else. This place starts to make me feel like a white girl after a while.” He grabbed his trash. “Do you like art?”
Text | Trace
Scott: A blind date isn’t really blind when you already know your date… Scott: Hi Trace
@hashtagtrace
Trace: Jackpot. Hi Scott. I guess you’re stuck with me for a bit ;)
Kevin laughed and ducked his head, feeling his blush grow when Trace joined in laughing. It was so strange, he’d worked so hard to keep himself to this ridiculously high standard of living, and he never really thought anything of it before. He had never even had the smallest desire to put his toe out of line. But now with all the possibilities…he couldn’t tear himself away. Maybe this was what his parents had always been so worried about, and why they’d been beside themselves when he’d been sent somewhere in the US and not some outskirts of some third world country somewhere. Guilt was starting to creep in, just a little at the edges of his mind, but he squeezed tighter to Trace’s hand and it slipped away. “Are you this sweet to all the naive boys you find, or am I a special case?”
“Doll. You are a special case.” He remindedh im. He took his hand and walked out. He was ready to get out of here. He hadn’t been on a vacay in a while and couldn’t wait to get out and explore. He headed towards the parking lot. “Hey, smile. Don’t worry so much. I promise hell isn’t that bad.” He bumped against his shoulder. “Plus, I will be there and I’m cute.”
Drake let him poke his cheek and chin, it was funny. The personal space issue was still present but as time went on he was warming up to the lad. Drake kept the coffee near by as he drank, “Uhm party, skateboard, I like to smoke a bit, play video games, I have thing for doing puzzles like jigsaw shit because it’s really amusing. I don’t know… I’m pretty much down for anything, and you?”
“Witch craft. Skinny dipping. Sucking cute boy’s cock. Yelling at people. Dancing.Adult sleep over” He shrugged. He had no idea what he did for fun. He did everything and made it fun. He smiled when the male smiled. He had a catchy damn smile. “How are you single?” He tilted his head. “You’re damn cute. It’s insane.”
Therapy
“That’s why I like you so much,” Elliot said with a wide grin, letting his tongue run over Trace’s neck, teeth digging in lightly at the juncture of Trace’s neck and shoulder. "You don’t care about any of that bullshit talking shit.“
“You like me so much, you should fuck me.” He said ina taunting kind of if, if you like it so much, marry it tone. He kissed his cheek. He loved how rough the dr could get. “Fuck me. Fuck all your frustrations in me.”
sugar how you get so fly?
“Hm… they don’t deserve to get to see any part of you.” He grinned and kissed Trace gently. “Too beautiful for them.”
That was oddly romantic. Trace wasn’t use to romance. He was speechless for a moment. “yeah, well .. our porn would make millions.”
Drake winced covering his eyes, “Oh fuck it… I thought you were like those guys who didn’t have a damn gag reflex. I don’t want to see! Stop itt!” He whined turning the other way. Some other people looked on curiously at Drake&Trace’s engaging conversation. Drake turned around once the gagging fully stopped. “Were they not a boy band? They were definitely boy bandish to me. Thousand of girls at their feet. Meanwhile The Rolling Stones had a mixed crowd that didn’t scream boy band… That would be cool though. I love Green Day.” He exclaimed eyes lighting up. Drake washed down the cookie and looked at him, “Better get an eyeful because food is the only thing you’ll see me stuffing my cheeks with.” He quipped with a grin.
Trace listen to him go on about the Beatles. “Whatever. My mom loves them.” He shrugged. He wrinkled his nose, he lean in and poked a cheek. “You act like I want you to suck my cock, when in reality. I want to be the one sucking on yours.” He slid his finger tom his cheek to the tip of the male’s chin.He tapped his chin. “Anyway, what do you do for fun?” He sat back and looked him over, changing subject quickly. He liked this boy. He was witty and cute.
Kevin was breathing hard when Trace pulled back and he had to work a bit to find a smile because every fiber of his body said that more kiss was definitely what should be happening now. “That sounds good,” he said when he could, reaching up and trying to push his hair back down where it had started to spring out of place. "As long ad we can…you know. Again.“ He laughed and shook his head. "I feel like I’m living someone else’s life right now. I…I’ll probably feel guilty later but it’s hard right now when I’m…so…excited. I guess,” Kevin finally settled on, a flush crossing his cheeks.
Trace laughed when he said hard. “You poor thing. We will have more time for you to sin.” He took his hand and lead him out of the place. He went to check out and write down he would be taking tomorrow off.He would call tomorrow afternoon to suggest another day off. THEY owed him days off.He took Franks slack all the time. Plus, he was valuable to the ride. He turned to Kevin and smile. “Alright, let’s go.”
