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Aaron Pirla -♡- "EH-?" She said in surprise, then gaped. "Oh my GOD ITS ADRIEN ISNT IT!?" She shrieks, shaking him again. |
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Nicks face flushed bright scarlet red once again. He rubbed his eyes again and nodded slowly. "Yeah.. I'm sorry.." he apologized, head in his hands. |
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Aaron Pirla -♡- "Why are you apologizing. He's lonely a-f." She hummed easily. "But please explain the emotional soup." |
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Nick Browns
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".. hes your brother?" Nick questioned, giving her a odd look. "...doesn't that make me gay?" Nick wasn't homophobic or anything, but their school wasn't the most accepting school in the world. Nick had seen what the rest of the football team says to the other gay kids, and they are so mean. "And technically I still have a girlfriend... and a lot of things happened this morning...." |
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Aaron Pirla -♡- "First, nothing is wrong with being gay. I'm lesbian, and I'm 90% sure you find nothing wrong with that. Second, what in the fvck did he do?" She asked in confusion, taking his hand gently. |
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Nick Browns
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Nicks face faded into the scarlet hue just thinking about the events. "Um, well, I woke him up, in my underwear, his hoodie and my blankie around my neck. Then I made us coffee and he pulled his hair back and I started choking on my coffee. He grabbed my arm and pulled my face so close, to make sure I was okay. So I panicked and got up to clean my mug, and he followed me and when I finished and turned around he was so close again, and neither of us moved from there while we talked, and I couldn't stop staring at that fucking lip ring, and I was bright red the whole time, and then I did or said something wrong and he just left." Nick dumped this on Aaron, looking for help, with his head in his hands. |
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Aaron Pirla -♡- As Aaron listened, her jaw dropped further. "Holy. Sh1t." She muttered in shock. "Yeah, he's put his hair up in public before, and I think I heard five people squeal. Anyway, holy sh1t, dear." She muttered. "You probably didn't do anything. Hes... sensitive sometimes. Especially with new people. Especially Especially when he knows something sensitive he doesn't want to spill or hurt them with." Aaron explained, rubbing his hand. |
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Nick Browns
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Nick rubbed his eyes again. "He just said I should dye the ends of my hair blue, and I asked if he didn't like how my hair was now, and then he just left...." Nick explained, his head still buried in his hands and his cheeks still scarlet. "I just don't know what to do..." |
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Aaron Pirla -♡- "Oh, hon. He tends to do that. He probably likes your hair already and just thought the blue would look nice. He's good at imagining things. I keep telling him he'd be a good house designer..." She hums, reaching forward gently and moving a piece of his hair from his face and pulling her hand back. She smiled sadly. "He tends to do that, like I said.' |
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Nick Browns
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Nick sighed and nodded. He wasn't used to liking someone, and the way it made him feel. "But what do I do? I've never liked someone like this, and when I'm around him I can't stop blushing and there are butterflies in my stomach everytime I talk or even look at him. I just don't know what to do now." He vented, feeling helpless |
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