Catalyst

Nicholas Finch, 23, Supremes We shout at the cops, we howl at the moon, just a matter of time. Don't you get it?

[wickedperrie-deactivated2015110]

Yeah, you’re special Nicky and you know it; you don’t need someone to tell ya that.

[icholasnay-blog]

I like you. You’re nice to me.

[wickedperrie-deactivated2015110]

Oh, don’t be a dramatic; you know there’s a special place for ya, Nicky.

[icholasnay-blog]

Aw, babe! I can’t believe it. Could this mean I’m... special?

[harlanfvk]

“Yeah, yeah, scinence talk and all that smart guy stuff,” Harlan scoffed, shaking his head at Nicholas. “That smart guy shit ain’t gonna fly in my bedroom, so you’d better put that in the bag before we get home.” With that, he disappeared over the wall, bracing himself before his feet hit the ground.

[icholasnay-blog]

“It’s the only way I know how to group-ify alcohol and drugs,” he answered, climbing over the wall as well and dropping down easily, shouldering his bag.

[wickedperrie-deactivated2015110]

Oh, how your words wound me…if they actually meant something.

[icholasnay-blog]

Damn, guess I’ll have to try harder to mean something to you.

[wickedperrie-deactivated2015110]

Now, is there a reason you called me here or is just to be in the presence of my sparkling personality.

[icholasnay-blog]

Sure as hell isn’t your sparkling personality, hon.

[caidenaf-blog]

I’m a very interesting person, Nicholas. Almost as interesting as you. How’s it going, man?

[icholasnay-blog]

It’s going good, how’s it going with you?

[caidenaf-blog]

I’ve literally not left my house all week, so I have to have missed something. Who knows, though, probably not.  But… Yeah, I’m about done being antisocial now, hi.

[caidenaf-blog]

[icholasnay-blog]

Interesting. Hello.

[icholasnay-blog]

“Okay, right.”

[mcxies]

“What? Do you not believe me?”

[icholasnay-blog]

“Nope.”

[icholasnay-blog]

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[celcstivls]

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[icholasnay-blog]

Nicholas smiled and shrugged.

[taleofalostgirl-blog-deactivate]

“Thank you for that exhilarating conversation, my dear.”

[icholasnay-blog]

"Of course, doll baby."

[icholasnay-blog]

“Nevermind.”

[keanelogan]

“Good chat. I’d get up and go now, but my foot has other ideas for what to do with its time, so. ‘Sup? How’s life been? Get any dick lately? Pussy? Both? Neither? Is it neither? It’s probably neither, damn, sorry about that, man. Didja hear I’m getting- Wait, nope, can’t talk about that with you. Should I name the screw you took outta my foot? We’ve been through a lot together, me and that screw. I’m gonna name it Darla.”

[icholasnay-blog]

"Shut up, mate."

[icholasnay-blog]

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[celcstivls]

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[icholasnay-blog]

“Why do you personify?”

[keanelogan]

“Okay, you know I have no fuckin’ clue what that means.”

[icholasnay-blog]

"Nevermind."

[icholasnay-blog]

“Oh, yeah, hard. Possibly with a belt.”

[keanelogan]

“Ew, gross. Don’t bring belts into this. They did nothing wrong.”

[icholasnay-blog]

"Why do you personify?"

[icholasnay-blog]

“It’s not just you, if that helps.”

[taleofalostgirl-blog-deactivate]

“I don’t know if it does or not.”

[icholasnay-blog]

Nicholas smiled and shrugged.

[icholasnay-blog]

“Do it, but if it’s not there, trust me for some heavy punishment,” he threatened, glaring.

[keanelogan]

“Ooh, like what? A spanking? Damn, I’m wet already.”

[icholasnay-blog]

"Oh, yeah, hard. Possibly with a belt."