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sidescrollerss replied to your post: i am following so many cute people with cute muses
is it me
it was tense. mostly because shane hadn't been able to control that patented sneer when he opened the door to find matt there as well. but partially because ben was oblivious. so they'd ended up in the living room. mostly quiet. while ben fetched beers. elbowing matt in the side, a brow raised in his direction, jesse managed to keep his voice down. " nine minutes gone. only fifty one to go -------- " an hour is bearable. assuming shane keeps his mouth shut. but, he doesn't. of course. " so, mark. " prick " what do you do? "
❝ i'm sorry. ❞
hoisting himself onto the counter, a takeaway cup of coffee in hand, he settled one beside him and nudged it toward matt's hand. he's thought about how to deal with this ever since he'd hit breaking point and honestly he fell back to pretending things were okay.
" kim called in sick --- " and he didn't have to cover for her, but he did. where else would he find an excuse to spend time with matt without making it obvious that was the point.
"do high school foreign language textbooks have sections on texting yet? you wont make any friends abroad if you text like an abuela." meet zee: designated techie for the punk prophets. tweet and text fanatic. lover of the social networks, this one.
ELI.. WHAT A PRINCESS..
cheek pressed against a warm shoulder, and an arm slung haphazardly over the body beside his, he stirred. much to his actual disappointment. shit was his head killing him. a muffled sound of discontent left him, and he closed his eyes tighter against the slither of light coming through the curtains. " make it stop. "
i cant believe maggie and i talked about lube while kathie was tryna write a serious reply