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[color=transparent]claire loves u!
[align=center][size=9pt]REY MORENO
I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE |
drunk rey and declan? what a dangerous combo.
besides just being hormonal, emotional teenagers, it seemed as if both boys just had something going on. at least rey knew he did; he couldn't stop talking about it. about her: claudia. no, it wasn't much. they was each other's outlier, a way to blow off some steam. still, they had some kind of bond, one that walked a tightrope, due to her erratic nature. he had to constantly walk a fence with her and he kinda hated it. he kinda liked it, too.
now, they have to be quiet and neither are ready to. the lights are off, their other roommate sleeping soundly in the bunk below him— either alcohol heightened his senses, or this man smelled worse than usual. he thought about it... he thought about it for awhile. ultimately, he got up and carefully jumped from the bed, packing his uniform in a bag. "i can't take this shit anymore." he isn't sure what that regarded, but maybe it was a little bit of everything. he throws on a shirt, casting a glance towards declan who also is wide awake. "wanna go to adam's?"
so there they were, rey's duffle bag in hand. rey stand there, maybe a heartbeat too long, as declan reaches over to pound his fists on the door— the two exchange glances— rey bursts out into quiet fits of laughter. had rey been able to, he'd mimicked the knocks of the nuns to scare the shit out of them. but the last thing delcan and rey needed was to get in trouble. instead, he falls on lighter, more airy knocks, hoping that the other was awake.
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[align=center][font=arial][I]so, i heard the world doesn't revolve around me /:
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