And with each mile
Dec. 9th, 2012 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teamzaylorCHAPTER 33: BECOME INFECTED
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Zaylor / Hancest
Pairing: Zac & Taylor
Credits & many Thanks to: Honor @beyondthethorns
About the story: Zac & Taylor's relationship broke up when they got caught kissing by the press and their career were over in a split of a second. To continue a normal life and to take a break from his brother, Taylor starts to study at a College in London but the long distance between them can't stop their feelings for each other.
Sorry for the less than romantic sex. It's really important that Mile stays raw and honest, and in real life, the sex sucks sometimes.
Rating: R for language and boooysex
I nodded and swallowed, squeezing my eyes closed. “Yes,” he mumbled quietly, not really sure why I was saying what I was- what the justification was for the words coming out of my mouth. Was I fucking crazy? Yes please pass on your HIV to me- I’ve been dying to be positive. Chlamydia would be wonderful, thanks so much. That’s pretty much what I was fucking saying when I invited him to stick his cock into me.
Granted we were using a condom, but still, hearing that right before you have sex for the first time in years- “I don’t want to give you anything”- doesn’t exactly put you at ease or turn you on.
And so he slid into me. Ungh. It hurt like hell, I almost forgot how big he has gotten. And he fucked me. It was the most horrible sex of my life. I honestly didn’t pay attention to any of it. I was just laying there clenched, which by the way, doesn’t exactly compliment anal sex well- laying there hoping the condom didn’t break and I wasn’t contracting anything. I had wanted it to be romantic and sweet and passionate but it was awkward and rough, and neither of us were enjoying it. I could tell. I was pretty much just laying there dead, squeaking out a few sounds every few moments, and he was laying on top of me trying like five different things, clearly trying to get me to enjoy himself. He fucked me slow, rough, hard, fast, and yet I laid there thinking about the rubber around his dick that was probably going to break any second.
Well, if I ended up with AIDS, at least we’d have it together. I wouldn’t want to live without him anyway, so we’d go together. I’d finally come to terms with being HIV positive by the time he came, unfortunately too late to enjoy it at all.
He pulled out of me and collapsed on his side next to me, reaching down and pulling the condom off. I heard him roll over and drop it over the side of the bed- so glamorous.
I laid there kind of nervous, panting, nervous because Zachary is the kind of person who needs affirmation that he’s a good fuck. I’m not really sure why, because he’s already cocky as it is, but he always wants to be reminded how good he is. He used to be like that when we were younger at least. He’d lean over and whisper, “Best fuck of your life?” And then he’d smile in a way that said if you said no, he’d never fuck you again. So you said yes. It was amazing. Even when it was just okay.
Fortunately, sex with Zac was rarely mediocre. I didn’t know how I was going to lie convincingly this time.
“That fucking sucked,” he mumbled, pulling the covers over his body.
I opened my eyes and looked over kind of shocked. Okay. Or maybe I wouldn’t have to lie. He’d already spoken the truth for us. I guess I was surprised he was so blunt about it, but I guess I shouldn’t have been.
“Thanks….?” I mumbled, clearly kind of offended because I felt slightly guilty that I’d been so unenthusiastic during the sex.
He shrugged his shoulders and rolled over to face the other way, laying there quietly for a whole minute or so. “If you didn’t want to do it, you should have said something. I asked you if you were sure, I figured you were into it.”
It had nothing to do with him. I did want to do it. I was into it before he commented that he didn’t want to give me anything. Didn’t he realize that?
I didn’t say anything back to him at that moment. I just laid there because I’m a dumb asshole who likes to make people feel stupid for talking. I hate that I do that when someone talks to me, but sometimes I just don’t know what to say.
He sighed and sat up, sliding over and sitting on the edge of the bed. He leaned down and scooped the condom up, I think, walking naked towards the bathroom. He came back a moment later and just stood there. I liked the idea of him walking around the place naked- unashamed.
I rolled over and opened my eyes, looking up at him.
He shrugged again and sighed. “I’m gonna go sleep on the couch. Clearly you’re not into me right now.”
“Wait,” I said, sitting up in the bed. I was into him, I just wasn’t into whatever diseases he was carrying and I felt stupid that the sex was so bad and I felt ridiculous for not knowing the right thing to say.
He shook his head and held his hand out. “Forget it, just go to sleep,” he said, walking over and grabbing his pillow.
I sighed as I watched him tuck it under his arms, grab his boxer briefs off the floor, and head towards the living room- awkwardly trying to pull them on as he walked.
I laid back down there and laid there pathetically- because that’s how I am- I never fight for anything- just like Zac said. I laid there like a pathetic loser for probably about 5 minutes before I finally sat up again and wandered into the living room- something I should have done 5 minutes prior. I pulled my boxers on too because I definitely was not comfortable with walking around naked.
I walked over in front of the couch where I found him sitting up, leaning over his legs, his feet flat on the ground. He rested his elbows on his knees and his hair fell in front of his eyes. The window in front of him made him glow and if I had a sketch book and water colors I would have painted him- because he looked perfect. A corny mellow dramatic description of him at that moment doesn’t do the scene justice.
As I stood there looking at him, I realized he looked sad.
I sighed and sat down next to him on the couch, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Surprisingly he didn’t flinch. He just stayed hunched over like that, actually seemed to let out a sigh of relief when I wrapped my arm around him- although I’m not sure if I just imagined that or he really did. I leaned over and kissed his shoulders. “It wasn’t that bad,” I said softly.
He was quiet for a moment, probably punishing me for not responding to him earlier. After a moment I heard him wet his lips and speak. “It sucked… don’t lie to me. Definitely in my bottom ten.”
I swallowed. Well don’t hold back Zachary….. I turned my head and tried to look over at him, trying to see his face but his hair was blocking his eyes- the part I really wanted to see. Zac’s eyes are so expressive, much more than the average person’s eyes. They’re soulful. That’s probably why he’s so dishonest about his feelings and so closed up- he knows his eyes will give everything away anyway.
“I was looking forward to it…. I wanted our first time again to be….. romantic and perfect...” I sighed heavily. I owed him he truth for all the times he was honest with me. I rubbed his shoulder a little. “I guess you telling me that you had something…. Some kind of STD or AIDS, or whatever you were referring to, just kind of ruined it for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
He frowned and looked up at me, genuinely confused. He squinted his eyes and pursed his lips. “I have a what??”
I rubbed his shoulder a little more, trying to be comforting. “I was being overly dramatic…. That’s what condoms are for. If you have something, it’s not a big deal. I was being selfish. I’m sorry.”
Zac squinted at me a little more and then slid away from me on the couch. “Who says I have anything? You think I’m positive?” He was acting offended now.
I squinted back, because now I was confused too. “You said…”
“I know what I said,” he snapped, standing up. “I said I didn’t want to give you anything. I think people should always use a condom, no matter what. That doesn’t mean I have anything. It meant I like to be safe, no matter who I’m with, because you never know. And it meant I think you should always be safe too, no matter who you’re with.”
So he made me think he had AIDS for no reason?? Oh Jesus…. I could have actually enjoyed having sex with him the whole time?
“You laid there thinking I was fucking positive the whole time?” he said- clearly taken back by it. “Alright let me just make something very clear. If you think someone is positive, you don’t let their cock in you okay? I don’t care who the fuck it is- I don’t care if it’s me, and I don’t care if it’s politically correct. You don’t let someone fuck you who you think is positive. I’m not, thank god for that, but it really makes me a little sick you wouldn’t have stopped me if you thought I was. Do you realize what a risk that is to fuck someone that you think is positive? Condoms break, Taylor. Nothing is ever fucking safe.”
Okay once again Zachary had managed that I felt really stupid to get safer sex lessons from my little brother.
But I guess our conversation wouldn't be like this if I'd more sexual experiences. “I knew you wanted to fuck and I didn’t want to chicken out again….” I said kind of weakly. He seemed so passionate about this, it was intimidating.
Zac raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. “So how do I know you’re not going to go out and find someone else, someone who IS positive, and sleep with them just because you know they want to fuck and don’t want to chicken out. And then come back to me and give me HIV. How I do I know that? Wouldn't you even use a condom with a stranger? Because you acted like you hadn’t even seen a condom before in your life! I don't care if you have only fucked one guy before, me, but you're an adult Taylor. You're a gay man. Welcome to reality. Be fucking safe."
“That wouldn’t happen because I don’t want to sleep with anyone else!” I yelled, standing up too and looking at him.
“Well you’re not exactly good at doing what you want to do Taylor! You do what you think people want you to do and one day that’s going to get you in trouble,” he said, shaking his head at me and sighing. He seemed more upset for me than with me.
“I don’t understand why this is such an issue, Zachary,” I sighed. “I misunderstood what you were saying. I thought you were saying you had something, it made me nervous and I freaked out during the sex, and now I know I was wrong, end of the discussion.”
He sighed and looked at me and then stepped closer, dropping his arms down to his sides and wrapping his arms around my waist, which completely took me by surprise. “I just hate… that you didn’t say something. I’m clean… I am the most careful person you will ever meet, even if I did used to fuck around a lot. I use protection, I get tested, I just want you to be safe too. It’s important to me. And I just hate that you let that bother you the entire time we were fucking…. I wish you had stopped me instead of just enduring it.”
I sighed heavily and wrapped my arms around his waist too, resting my head against his shoulder and closing my eyes. Even if I wanted to look more like him sometimes- strongly built and beefy- I was glad he was stronger than me. I liked being able to fit better in his arms, as pathetic as that sounded. “I wish I had told you to. I’m so glad you don’t have AIDS….”
He laughed a little and actually began to rub my back, which was really nice because he hadn’t been very sweet or comforting in a few days- before we found out about Dad. “Yeah, I’m glad too…..” he said. He was quiet for a moment and then reached his hand down and slapped my ass, which was kind of embarrassing actually but that’s Zachary for you. “C’mon, let's go lay down” he said. I blushed and stepped away, heading back towards his bedroom. As if his ass slap wasn't embarrassing enough, he couldn't help to open his big fat mouth once again.
"Nice to see your bubble butt has gotten curvier." I didn't see his face but I could hear him smiling while he was talking. I shook my head to myself.
"Shut up!" I hated him. I didn't turn around, he shouldn't get the pleasure of seeing me blushing.
He followed me and we laid down in his bed, he wrapped his arm around me and I pulled the covers over us. It was pretty shitty that that was the first sex we’d had in years, and I felt kind of ridiculous I’d fucked that up for us- or maybe it was just miscommunication. It was still sad though. I wanted it to be picture perfect sex- like a movie where the two protagonists finally get each other after all of these years and they’re out of breath and sweaty and passionately clinging to each other.
He smiled faintly at me, laying on his side facing me like I was facing him, and I wrapped my ankle over his. “Well you know what this means…. We’re just going to have to try again tomorrow morning… since we fucked it up this time and everything. Get it right the next time. This is just motivation to make it really good next time.”
I smiled because he could make me feel better in any situation…. Except for maybe the situation we were going through with Dad. “I don’t know…. That’s a lot of pressure….” I said quietly.
He leaned in and kissed my lips softly, closing his eyes and settling down against the covers. “Somehow I think you can handle it.”
I didn’t respond again, not because I didn’t know what to say this time or because I felt stupid, but because I was watching him, just laying there and watching the way his chest moved as he breathed and the way his eyelashes fluttered as he relaxed. Laying there feeling completely creepy and pathetic but whatever, that was what came with love. You have no choice but to sometimes be creepy and pathetic- Zachary once said it’s not love unless you’re willing to risk your pride for it. And even though it seemed like he didn’t, like he never risked his pride, I realized the way he treated me was a risk period. He never opened up to anyone like he opened up to me. Even if he was still kind of cold and rough, he protected his heart more than I wished he would sometimes, he still put a lot on the line for me, and I probably never appreciated it enough. He was good to me, even if he sometimes didn’t admit it himself.
It was an ironic final thought before I fell asleep, because when I woke up I didn't wake up to him next to me or the morning sex he promised. I woke up to another note. Fucking wonderful. God forbid he be there one morning when I woke up.
‘Tay,
Sorry I scared you last night. I had a scare once a year ago and it freaked me out, and now I’m kind of the condom nazi. I went to the gym. Be home in a bit- hot and sweaty for you…..
(Then he drew a little comic strip of a dinosaur with a headband that says Taylor. It was really retarded looking.)
-Zac’
I smiled faintly even though I hated him for not being there. Zac and his stupid biceps work out obsession. I couldn’t stay angry for long, but maybe I’d resume my sulking. I tossed the note in the garbage and headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower, ready for another day of boredom.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Zaylor / Hancest
Pairing: Zac & Taylor
Credits & many Thanks to: Honor @beyondthethorns
About the story: Zac & Taylor's relationship broke up when they got caught kissing by the press and their career were over in a split of a second. To continue a normal life and to take a break from his brother, Taylor starts to study at a College in London but the long distance between them can't stop their feelings for each other.
Sorry for the less than romantic sex. It's really important that Mile stays raw and honest, and in real life, the sex sucks sometimes.
Rating: R for language and boooysex
I nodded and swallowed, squeezing my eyes closed. “Yes,” he mumbled quietly, not really sure why I was saying what I was- what the justification was for the words coming out of my mouth. Was I fucking crazy? Yes please pass on your HIV to me- I’ve been dying to be positive. Chlamydia would be wonderful, thanks so much. That’s pretty much what I was fucking saying when I invited him to stick his cock into me.
Granted we were using a condom, but still, hearing that right before you have sex for the first time in years- “I don’t want to give you anything”- doesn’t exactly put you at ease or turn you on.
And so he slid into me. Ungh. It hurt like hell, I almost forgot how big he has gotten. And he fucked me. It was the most horrible sex of my life. I honestly didn’t pay attention to any of it. I was just laying there clenched, which by the way, doesn’t exactly compliment anal sex well- laying there hoping the condom didn’t break and I wasn’t contracting anything. I had wanted it to be romantic and sweet and passionate but it was awkward and rough, and neither of us were enjoying it. I could tell. I was pretty much just laying there dead, squeaking out a few sounds every few moments, and he was laying on top of me trying like five different things, clearly trying to get me to enjoy himself. He fucked me slow, rough, hard, fast, and yet I laid there thinking about the rubber around his dick that was probably going to break any second.
Well, if I ended up with AIDS, at least we’d have it together. I wouldn’t want to live without him anyway, so we’d go together. I’d finally come to terms with being HIV positive by the time he came, unfortunately too late to enjoy it at all.
He pulled out of me and collapsed on his side next to me, reaching down and pulling the condom off. I heard him roll over and drop it over the side of the bed- so glamorous.
I laid there kind of nervous, panting, nervous because Zachary is the kind of person who needs affirmation that he’s a good fuck. I’m not really sure why, because he’s already cocky as it is, but he always wants to be reminded how good he is. He used to be like that when we were younger at least. He’d lean over and whisper, “Best fuck of your life?” And then he’d smile in a way that said if you said no, he’d never fuck you again. So you said yes. It was amazing. Even when it was just okay.
Fortunately, sex with Zac was rarely mediocre. I didn’t know how I was going to lie convincingly this time.
“That fucking sucked,” he mumbled, pulling the covers over his body.
I opened my eyes and looked over kind of shocked. Okay. Or maybe I wouldn’t have to lie. He’d already spoken the truth for us. I guess I was surprised he was so blunt about it, but I guess I shouldn’t have been.
“Thanks….?” I mumbled, clearly kind of offended because I felt slightly guilty that I’d been so unenthusiastic during the sex.
He shrugged his shoulders and rolled over to face the other way, laying there quietly for a whole minute or so. “If you didn’t want to do it, you should have said something. I asked you if you were sure, I figured you were into it.”
It had nothing to do with him. I did want to do it. I was into it before he commented that he didn’t want to give me anything. Didn’t he realize that?
I didn’t say anything back to him at that moment. I just laid there because I’m a dumb asshole who likes to make people feel stupid for talking. I hate that I do that when someone talks to me, but sometimes I just don’t know what to say.
He sighed and sat up, sliding over and sitting on the edge of the bed. He leaned down and scooped the condom up, I think, walking naked towards the bathroom. He came back a moment later and just stood there. I liked the idea of him walking around the place naked- unashamed.
I rolled over and opened my eyes, looking up at him.
He shrugged again and sighed. “I’m gonna go sleep on the couch. Clearly you’re not into me right now.”
“Wait,” I said, sitting up in the bed. I was into him, I just wasn’t into whatever diseases he was carrying and I felt stupid that the sex was so bad and I felt ridiculous for not knowing the right thing to say.
He shook his head and held his hand out. “Forget it, just go to sleep,” he said, walking over and grabbing his pillow.
I sighed as I watched him tuck it under his arms, grab his boxer briefs off the floor, and head towards the living room- awkwardly trying to pull them on as he walked.
I laid back down there and laid there pathetically- because that’s how I am- I never fight for anything- just like Zac said. I laid there like a pathetic loser for probably about 5 minutes before I finally sat up again and wandered into the living room- something I should have done 5 minutes prior. I pulled my boxers on too because I definitely was not comfortable with walking around naked.
I walked over in front of the couch where I found him sitting up, leaning over his legs, his feet flat on the ground. He rested his elbows on his knees and his hair fell in front of his eyes. The window in front of him made him glow and if I had a sketch book and water colors I would have painted him- because he looked perfect. A corny mellow dramatic description of him at that moment doesn’t do the scene justice.
As I stood there looking at him, I realized he looked sad.
I sighed and sat down next to him on the couch, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Surprisingly he didn’t flinch. He just stayed hunched over like that, actually seemed to let out a sigh of relief when I wrapped my arm around him- although I’m not sure if I just imagined that or he really did. I leaned over and kissed his shoulders. “It wasn’t that bad,” I said softly.
He was quiet for a moment, probably punishing me for not responding to him earlier. After a moment I heard him wet his lips and speak. “It sucked… don’t lie to me. Definitely in my bottom ten.”
I swallowed. Well don’t hold back Zachary….. I turned my head and tried to look over at him, trying to see his face but his hair was blocking his eyes- the part I really wanted to see. Zac’s eyes are so expressive, much more than the average person’s eyes. They’re soulful. That’s probably why he’s so dishonest about his feelings and so closed up- he knows his eyes will give everything away anyway.
“I was looking forward to it…. I wanted our first time again to be….. romantic and perfect...” I sighed heavily. I owed him he truth for all the times he was honest with me. I rubbed his shoulder a little. “I guess you telling me that you had something…. Some kind of STD or AIDS, or whatever you were referring to, just kind of ruined it for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
He frowned and looked up at me, genuinely confused. He squinted his eyes and pursed his lips. “I have a what??”
I rubbed his shoulder a little more, trying to be comforting. “I was being overly dramatic…. That’s what condoms are for. If you have something, it’s not a big deal. I was being selfish. I’m sorry.”
Zac squinted at me a little more and then slid away from me on the couch. “Who says I have anything? You think I’m positive?” He was acting offended now.
I squinted back, because now I was confused too. “You said…”
“I know what I said,” he snapped, standing up. “I said I didn’t want to give you anything. I think people should always use a condom, no matter what. That doesn’t mean I have anything. It meant I like to be safe, no matter who I’m with, because you never know. And it meant I think you should always be safe too, no matter who you’re with.”
So he made me think he had AIDS for no reason?? Oh Jesus…. I could have actually enjoyed having sex with him the whole time?
“You laid there thinking I was fucking positive the whole time?” he said- clearly taken back by it. “Alright let me just make something very clear. If you think someone is positive, you don’t let their cock in you okay? I don’t care who the fuck it is- I don’t care if it’s me, and I don’t care if it’s politically correct. You don’t let someone fuck you who you think is positive. I’m not, thank god for that, but it really makes me a little sick you wouldn’t have stopped me if you thought I was. Do you realize what a risk that is to fuck someone that you think is positive? Condoms break, Taylor. Nothing is ever fucking safe.”
Okay once again Zachary had managed that I felt really stupid to get safer sex lessons from my little brother.
But I guess our conversation wouldn't be like this if I'd more sexual experiences. “I knew you wanted to fuck and I didn’t want to chicken out again….” I said kind of weakly. He seemed so passionate about this, it was intimidating.
Zac raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. “So how do I know you’re not going to go out and find someone else, someone who IS positive, and sleep with them just because you know they want to fuck and don’t want to chicken out. And then come back to me and give me HIV. How I do I know that? Wouldn't you even use a condom with a stranger? Because you acted like you hadn’t even seen a condom before in your life! I don't care if you have only fucked one guy before, me, but you're an adult Taylor. You're a gay man. Welcome to reality. Be fucking safe."
“That wouldn’t happen because I don’t want to sleep with anyone else!” I yelled, standing up too and looking at him.
“Well you’re not exactly good at doing what you want to do Taylor! You do what you think people want you to do and one day that’s going to get you in trouble,” he said, shaking his head at me and sighing. He seemed more upset for me than with me.
“I don’t understand why this is such an issue, Zachary,” I sighed. “I misunderstood what you were saying. I thought you were saying you had something, it made me nervous and I freaked out during the sex, and now I know I was wrong, end of the discussion.”
He sighed and looked at me and then stepped closer, dropping his arms down to his sides and wrapping his arms around my waist, which completely took me by surprise. “I just hate… that you didn’t say something. I’m clean… I am the most careful person you will ever meet, even if I did used to fuck around a lot. I use protection, I get tested, I just want you to be safe too. It’s important to me. And I just hate that you let that bother you the entire time we were fucking…. I wish you had stopped me instead of just enduring it.”
I sighed heavily and wrapped my arms around his waist too, resting my head against his shoulder and closing my eyes. Even if I wanted to look more like him sometimes- strongly built and beefy- I was glad he was stronger than me. I liked being able to fit better in his arms, as pathetic as that sounded. “I wish I had told you to. I’m so glad you don’t have AIDS….”
He laughed a little and actually began to rub my back, which was really nice because he hadn’t been very sweet or comforting in a few days- before we found out about Dad. “Yeah, I’m glad too…..” he said. He was quiet for a moment and then reached his hand down and slapped my ass, which was kind of embarrassing actually but that’s Zachary for you. “C’mon, let's go lay down” he said. I blushed and stepped away, heading back towards his bedroom. As if his ass slap wasn't embarrassing enough, he couldn't help to open his big fat mouth once again.
"Nice to see your bubble butt has gotten curvier." I didn't see his face but I could hear him smiling while he was talking. I shook my head to myself.
"Shut up!" I hated him. I didn't turn around, he shouldn't get the pleasure of seeing me blushing.
He followed me and we laid down in his bed, he wrapped his arm around me and I pulled the covers over us. It was pretty shitty that that was the first sex we’d had in years, and I felt kind of ridiculous I’d fucked that up for us- or maybe it was just miscommunication. It was still sad though. I wanted it to be picture perfect sex- like a movie where the two protagonists finally get each other after all of these years and they’re out of breath and sweaty and passionately clinging to each other.
He smiled faintly at me, laying on his side facing me like I was facing him, and I wrapped my ankle over his. “Well you know what this means…. We’re just going to have to try again tomorrow morning… since we fucked it up this time and everything. Get it right the next time. This is just motivation to make it really good next time.”
I smiled because he could make me feel better in any situation…. Except for maybe the situation we were going through with Dad. “I don’t know…. That’s a lot of pressure….” I said quietly.
He leaned in and kissed my lips softly, closing his eyes and settling down against the covers. “Somehow I think you can handle it.”
I didn’t respond again, not because I didn’t know what to say this time or because I felt stupid, but because I was watching him, just laying there and watching the way his chest moved as he breathed and the way his eyelashes fluttered as he relaxed. Laying there feeling completely creepy and pathetic but whatever, that was what came with love. You have no choice but to sometimes be creepy and pathetic- Zachary once said it’s not love unless you’re willing to risk your pride for it. And even though it seemed like he didn’t, like he never risked his pride, I realized the way he treated me was a risk period. He never opened up to anyone like he opened up to me. Even if he was still kind of cold and rough, he protected his heart more than I wished he would sometimes, he still put a lot on the line for me, and I probably never appreciated it enough. He was good to me, even if he sometimes didn’t admit it himself.
It was an ironic final thought before I fell asleep, because when I woke up I didn't wake up to him next to me or the morning sex he promised. I woke up to another note. Fucking wonderful. God forbid he be there one morning when I woke up.
‘Tay,
Sorry I scared you last night. I had a scare once a year ago and it freaked me out, and now I’m kind of the condom nazi. I went to the gym. Be home in a bit- hot and sweaty for you…..
(Then he drew a little comic strip of a dinosaur with a headband that says Taylor. It was really retarded looking.)
-Zac’
I smiled faintly even though I hated him for not being there. Zac and his stupid biceps work out obsession. I couldn’t stay angry for long, but maybe I’d resume my sulking. I tossed the note in the garbage and headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower, ready for another day of boredom.
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Date: 2012-12-12 11:17 pm (UTC)And I think you're trying to kill me with your banners... You know my weaknesses...
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Date: 2012-12-13 01:32 am (UTC)I like the banner too, how can anyone resist Zac's killer look? ♥♥♥