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@royevansrp-blog
No thanks, I have better things to do. Such as fluff my pillows or hug a bunny rabbit. All contain the same amount of effort that would be required to cause damage to your face. Your, may I add, very weak looking face. Good thing it matches the rest of you!Â
You're an idiot. A face can't be strong or weak, unless you're talking about my jaw muscles, which can't bee seen from the outside of the face. If you're going to insult me, be anatomically correct about it.
 I hope so, cause you look pretty damn not strong. Once again, how terrifying.Â
Fuck you. Seriously, just hit me. See how that goes for you.
 Iâd hate to break this to you, Smart Kid, but youâre not intimidating. No matter how hard those little blue eyes and blank expressions tries.Â
I'm stronger than I look. And I have a knife, like I said.Â
 Ooh, mini Einstein said the âf wordâ. Who could of guessed, he actually has balls.Â
Do you actually want me to hit you? Is that what you're trying to get me to do? Don't think I won't.
 Oh, my. Silly me. I should back off or youâll stab me to death with a butter knife!Â
It's not a butter knife and I think you should fuck off.
 âŠ.I take that back. I meant it in differences of intelligence. I, am obviously smarter. Hence me not insulting the man with gigantic muscles and much rage.Â
No, I think I'm smarter. Because I'd stop to consider if someone like me would be smart enough to carry a weapon around a place like this. Seriously.Â
 Differences in lifestyles. We grew up differently, became educated of the world around us differently. We most likely eat our eggs differently as well.Â
Or you just don't observe things as well. Either way.
 Sixteen⊠wow, a big zero-six. I never said you lack in intelligence because of your age, Iâm saying our opinions vary because of our differences.Â
Differences in intelligence, maybe.
 You believe in what you may believe in, and Iâll do the same. Besides⊠you havenât been living nearly as long as I have⊠it doesnât feel like living anymoreâŠÂ
16 isn't that young. You're probably not much older than me. Don't think I'm stupid just because I'm young.
Journal 7
So, I saw boobs today. Haley's boobs, to be specific How I wish it were in a different context. She got hurt, and I was taking care of her. Nothing sexy. We cuddled, which was...nice. Kinda weird, but nice. I disinfected her wounds, and I did it correctly, but it hurt her. I feel bad about that.
she has really nice boobs.
 Haley blinked a few times and then sighed. âAre you kidding me? I like you, because first of all⊠your eyes are stunning.â She leaned up to kiss his cheek and then pulled back again, groaning a bit as the wounds hurt. âAnd most importantly, because youâre really sweet, and really smart, and just a gentleman.â She said genuinly, grinning. She really didnât know why he had such a low-selfesteem. She intended on finding out.Â
Haley was probably the only person in the world to think that Roy had low self esteem. He was a cocky, arrogant bastard most of the time. Just not with girls. Not with pretty, fantastic girls that he really liked, anyway. He actually blushed at that, which was embarrassing for him. "I think...that you're probably the prettiest girl I've ever seen." He sounded nervous, unsure if that was too cheesy or if it would scare her away.
 Haley managed to make herself comfortable as she laid her head down on his chest. âNo, it doesnât.â She replied to his question, before looking up at him, smiling a bit. âYou do know that I really like you, right?â She asked after a few seconds of staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. âThereâs just something about you that makes me feel⊠safe.â She really didnât know why she was saying this now. But she felt the need to. She wanted him to know, just in case anything happened.Â
Roy smiled genuinely at that. He really didn't get why she liked him, but he was damn grateful. "I really like you too. I'm glad you feel safe. I don't really...I don't really get why you like me, but thanks." He wanted to kiss her, but he was afraid that moving too much would hurt her more than she was already hurt. He'd do just about anything to avoid that.
 Haley nodded as he kissed her lips and then went down. She took that opportunity to stand up as fast as she could, even if it hurt like a bitch, and glanced at herself in the mirror. She walked over to it and fixed her makeup a bit. When she heard footsteps, she quickly went back to the bed. She moved a bit and then patted the bed.  âLay down with me⊠just for a bitâŠâ She said with a grin. She really didnât want anything sexual⊠she just wanted to cuddle.Â
"Yeah...sure. Of course." Roy laid down next to her, keeping his eyes on her face, and put his arm around her back, avoiding the cuts."Does this hurt?" He asked quietly, looking into her eyes. He felt really bad for her. So bad that even him, a teenage virgin with a topless girl next to him, wasn't thinking about making a move. He just wanted to make her feel better.
 She was trying to think about butterflies, rainbows, anything- and then he cut her wounds open. She gripped the edge of the bed tight, as pain shot through her body. She handled the first cut. But in the second thought, tears ran down her cheeks. She buried her face in her pillow and screamed into it. She took a deep breath once he kissed her shoulder. Once he was done, she glanced back at him, wiping away her tears. Every move she made, her back stung. âCupcakesâŠâ
Roy had less than no idea how to cook, but he could ask one of the maids to do it. "Yeah, sure. I'll be back in two seconds. The pain should go away pretty quickly, but...don't wear a shirt for the rest of the night. I swear I'm not trying to be a pervert, and I'll leave if you want, but the friction could irritate it." He leaned in and kissed her lips gently before le left. He rushed to the first maid he saw, and she was very kind. She said that shed bring them up in about a half an hour and Roy thanked her, then came right back upstairs. "Hey." He said, breathing a little heavy. "The maid said a half an hour. What else do you need?"
 That last sentence made Haley burst into a fit of laughter. It sounded really dirty. Maybe she was just a dirty-minded person. She then gave him a thumbs up. âI know youâll be careful, I trust youâŠâ She said. âJust do it whenever youâd like. Iâm ready as a bunnyâ She took a deep breath and then just closed her eyes, wanting it to be over already, even if he hadnât even started.
Roy didn't mean that in the perverted way, but he definitely had some thoughts when she said 'do whatever you'd like.' He swallowed and got the towel ready, then took out his pocked knife, which he cleaned in the bathroom, and very carefully reopened some of the deeper cuts she had on her back. "I'm really sorry." He said again while kissing her shoulder, hoping it would distract her from the pain. He applied the towel gently to the open cuts, washing out the dirt and whatever else had gotten in them. After a few minutes, he stepped back. "I'm done. I'm really sorry. Can I get you anything?"
Haleyâs eyes widened, and then she just shrugged. There really wasnât anything more she could do. âItâs okay. At least I wonât die of a fever.â She said. Thatâs another little secret of hers. Her defenses are usually low, she didnât know why. It was just something she was born with. âJust⊠donât feel bad or anything if I start screaming or whatever. Just keep going.â She said before laying back down on the bed. This was going to hurt a lot, so she was really nervous.
"...Alright. I'm really sorry. Be right back, I have to get soap and water." He kissed the back of her head then headed to the door. He felt awful. He knew this was for Haley's own good, but he hated the thought of making her scream. Well, in this context anyway. Others? Not so much. He got a bucket of water, two clean towels, and a new bar of soap, and went back into the room. "Hey. Let me know when you're ready, I promise to be as careful as possible."
 Get sick? That was the last thing she needed right now. She took a deep breath and then nodded. âYes, of course. I really donât want to get sick.â She sat up on the bed, still facing her back to him, not wanting him to get even more nervous around her. âBut, do you have any idea what caused them? Like⊠a knife or just⊠I donât knowâŠâ She asked, shrugging a bit. Haley glanced back at him, connecting their eyes for a second and then she pecked his lips before turning around again, blushing.Â
Roy wanted to be happy about the kiss, he really did, but he was just thinking about who did this to Haley and why. "Uh, looks like a knife. But, to clean it, it's gonna hurt. I have to reopen the wounds to wash them out with water, so it'll definitely sting. I promise it's good for you, and if you don't want it to spread or make you have a crazy fever, you should definitely let me do it. But...yeah, it'll hurt. I'm really sorry." Then Roy looked at his feet as an extra 'stay focused'Â precaution.
