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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Owen could still remember the first time he’d laid eyes on Aiden Knightly. It was during his second day in a new high school, and Aiden had been leaving the restrooms just as Owen was going in. He remembered turning to make room as they crossed through the same door, and the way that Aiden had turned his body in a way that kept a reasonable distance between them. Their shirt sleeves had brushed, but their eyes had never met. But Owen remembered the clean way h
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Travis Beltnick was not one of the world’s many people who found the symptoms of sleep deprivation uncomfortable to deal with, especially when they were self-induced. The fatigue kept him focused on one task at a time, and walking around half asleep wasn’t exactly a bad thing when it kept him from simple distractions like speaking to others and stopping in unnecessary places-- often going in circles before he wound up where he meant to. Today it was one foo
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Most neighborhoods that were already rundown with potholes and too many nearby convenience stores and pawn shops didn’t tend to improve with time, at least as far as Travis knew. They’d disappear, bulldozed over to make room for shopping centers and emergency rooms. There was a time when he would have wished that very fate on the house standing in the lot at 1423 Lake Street. But, as far as the entire neighborhood was concerned, time had taken a different toll
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Nicky Davis yawned widely as he made his way to the front door. The sun was coming through the blinds but he was sure that it was way too early for someone to be knocking, nonetheless. Though, his annoyance over the matter could have had something to do with how much he wanted to climb back into bed; after spending a late night with Owen and Ryan, he was still wearing the same clothes he’d worn yesterday, unfamiliar phone numbers written halfway up his arm and
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Dennis Gordon held his cell phone between his ear and his shoulder, and when Owen Dovan answered he said, “If you don’t think you’ll succeed at something, you probably won’t.” “What? Dennis?” “Yeah. Me,” Dennis replied. “So what do you think that means? It’s kinda cold, right?” “Um...” “It was in my fortune cookie,” Dennis explained. “If you don’t think you’ll succeed at something, you probably won’t. Cookies are supposed to make you happy. This is
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Kyle didn’t get it to begin with. Travis was taking care of a woman at the Francis Center. He supposed that there could be a rational explanation for that. There was no telling how many people Travis had met or knew, that Kyle didn’t even know about. The reason Travis had wanted to keep her a secret, however, baffled Kyle. It seemed like a nice thing to do--taking responsibility for someone who wasn’t well. Though, Kyle had no idea what was wrong with her. But
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Travis didn’t ask for an explanations when Dennis wordlessly tossed him the car keys. He would have asked to drive, anyway. Maybe Dennis didn’t appear drunk, but there was no need to take any more risks, because just getting into a car with Dennis at the moment--that seemed like a risk. He wasn’t speaking; hadn’t since he told Travis he was ready to leave the club. It was making Travis wary. He wanted to break the silence, but the two times he’d tried, Den
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! All he wanted was a kiss. Perhaps the long kind that led to more kissing, and then more than kissing... Travis didn’t think it was too much to ask for. Not now. His day had been too long, and now he wanted a reprieve. He was tired of thinking about Kyle, wondering if there was some truth in what his best friend had accused him of. Why any of it was supposed to matter. Travis was tired of pretending that none of it bothered him, and annoyed that because while a
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Ryan Sader was going to need a bigger bed. He’d come to this conclusion before the sun had even come up, and unfortunately it had nothing to do with waking up with an all-girl Hungarian swim team. Furthermore, he didn’t see himself waking up with one girl who happened to like to swim even if he did get a bigger bed, and this early in the morning the realization was putting a damper on his whole day. Ryan loved Aiden--he really did. Aiden had been one of hi
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! If they had fit, Travis would have shoved his fingers right through the heater vents in Dennis’s car as he continuously flexed his hands, waiting for the feeling to come back to the purplish extremities. Dennis reached forward to turn up the heat, facing forward again when Travis looked at him. Dennis was having a bad day. Even before their so-called discussion in the theater, Travis had been pushing his nerves. Scratch that, Dennis thought. Travis had s
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Dennis may not have been a fan of the mall, but he couldn’t come up with many complaints about it after hours when the only places open happened to be the movie theater and the arcade. That didn’t mean he couldn’t find other things to complain about, though. It had been Owen’s idea to take advantage of the long lines by splitting up; Owen was in line to get the tickets, so at the time, it had made sense when Travis insisted he accompany Dennis to get the dr
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! He hadn’t known him very long, but Dennis was growing accustomed to the way that Travis Beltnick came and went as he pleased, even if it meant seeming to fall off the face of the earth for days at a time. It had been days since Dennis had even spoken to him, the last time being when he’d dropped him off at work after a night of virtually no sleep. As usual, Travis said he’d call, and then didn’t. Dennis was past the point of claiming to himself that he didn
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! It was clear to both occupants of the little, cluttered car that the driver didn’t know what to make of Travis Beltnick as he took his time on the snowy streets, taking a direction every now and then from his passenger. He had a hand half over a firm jaw, and on occasion his green eyes would slide towards his passenger, sometimes curious, and sometimes accusing. Personally, Travis wished that the guy would lighten up; or turn on some music. Anything to make
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! With one sweep of his eyes, Dennis took in the apartment he’d made the mistake of walking into, and without being invited, walked to the kitchen table--or more accurately, a card table in the middle of the kitchen--dropped the pizza so hard that sauce spurted out the side of the box, and then walked towards the dark-haired guy between him and the door as if he had no intention of stopping at all. He did, though, a cautious four feet away. “Who the hell are
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Nicky Davis opened the door of the theater and followed Lacy out into a cold, but bright afternoon. She wrapped her arms around herself, tightening her white coat, and as he caught up he reached out to lift her hood over her head. She smiled at him, nudged his shoulder with her own, and together they made their way across the parking lot walking in crooked patterns which effectively caused passersby to move in wide circles out of their path. As they closed in
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Dennis stripped off the jacket solely used for his delivery job on the way through the badly lit parking lot to his car, hating the way that it always smelled like pizza, no matter how often he washed it. It had been a busy night, and he hadn’t been thrilled at all when he’d been forced to load twenty-three of the greasier pizzas that the establishment offered into the back of his car when a pre-Super-Bowl party had called for delivery. Before he even thoug
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Breath fogged his cold hands as he attempted to warm them with his mouth and his thin cut of a nose felt numb beneath his foggy eyes. Snow fell in heavy flakes that covered the streets until they grew to the height of the sidewalks as he passed through the near-empty alleyway like a slow-moving drunk; in part because of the bulk of his bulky black snowsuit, and in part because he’d only acquired thirty minutes of sleep in the last twenty-seven hours before he
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! “This place is great,” Travis commented, not seeming too worried about whether or not Dennis could hear him from the bathroom he’d entered to change his clothes, while Travis took in all the open space in his room. “Nice people, too. Why are you trying to avoid them?” The bathroom door swung open. “I’m not avoiding anyone,” Dennis stated, looking across the room. He cocked his head at Travis, as if he couldn’t quite figure out how he’d come to be in his roo
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Day or night, the high-set windows in the basement weren’t enough to brighten Dennis Gordon’s room without the assistance of artificial light, so there was merely a dim glow that cast shadows in the quiet room as the sun set. Stretched over his bed, Dennis had his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling that came with slowly drifting off a little too early in the evening, and not even Valentine’s snoring at the foot of the bed bothered him. And he was content, a
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Something had gone wrong. For the last two sleepless nights, that’s all Travis could think. And every time he closed his eyes, even for a few seconds,he could see it. It had been late Friday night, and he’d felt cold, numb, but oddly shaken. Joe had taken him to the small trailer he lived in behind the town’s newest housing developments, and there he’d forced Travis to sit at a thick cardboard table. Joe had been cursing a lot. Travis remembered because
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Travis looked like shit. He also swore that he’d gone home early after leaving the party the night before, and hadn’t left once throughout the night. But, he looked like shit, and that’s why Kyle wasn’t buying any of it as he slid the plate of pancakes Travis had asked for when he’d turned up outside his door twenty minutes before. He was out of breakfast food--which, by all means shouldn’t have mattered because Kyle knew that neither Travis or Ryan ever ate b
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! The first thing Dennis heard Mrs. Chesely say on Saturday morning was that it was going to be a beautiful day, and she’d been right. Outside, the sun was burning off several of the drifts around the house, and it was warm enough to go without a jacket. Dennis had taken advantage of the more comfortable temperatures to sit out on the back porch and brush some of the winter coat off Valentine, where nearby Mr. Chesley taught Reilly how to take apart an old ba
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Aiden Knightly wiped away the steam that had built over the bathroom mirror during his shower and lifted a comb to pull back his hair. He hated everything about it right now, the way that a few strands up front weren’t quite long enough to reach his ponytail, the way that the back always wet his shirt collar when there was even a drop of moisture in it, and the way that lately, he’d woken up with it sticking up in ways that hair wasn’t supposed to be capable o
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! As Kyle Davis gazed past the glass of his round, fifty-gallon aquarium, past the fake plants and purple gravel to where the only goldfish attacked flakes of food, he thought of Travis Beltnick, as he often did at three thirty every day when he fed his fish. Funny things, these aquariums. He’d had at least one at all times since he was six years old and won his first goldfish at the county fair. That one hadn’t lasted very long after he’d decided to give it
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