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I know no such thing. Also, just for the record, dudes? As a general rule, way easier to get.
Our parents can compete for parents of the year award. Seriously, you'd think your parents would be thrilled with you.
My reasoning too. Might be getting one neat place, it mostly depends on money, since I have none.
Our parents can compete for parents of the year award. Seriously, you'd think your parents would be thrilled with you.
My reasoning too. Might be getting one neat place, it mostly depends on money, since I have none.
What's that supposed to me? You think pulling a girl is too hard?
No, they asked me if my 'tinkering' would interfere with their schedules. Dante is very busy. I did get a half-hearted 'congrats' from my dad.
I'm broke too but Wells said we can apply for student living costs and get a grant for housing so not a bad idea.
No, they asked me if my 'tinkering' would interfere with their schedules. Dante is very busy. I did get a half-hearted 'congrats' from my dad.
I'm broke too but Wells said we can apply for student living costs and get a grant for housing so not a bad idea.
Actually, not really? I usually get invited to drinks when I'm at a straight bar, we get a lot of threesome offers too, they are always very polite.
Hey, that does put yours in the running over mine at least. But man, they do realise you could literally change the world?
Yes, I'm already looking into that. I mean, I've been sharing a mattress that's not even mine for a long time now, I'd like a bed to share.
Hey, that does put yours in the running over mine at least. But man, they do realise you could literally change the world?
Yes, I'm already looking into that. I mean, I've been sharing a mattress that's not even mine for a long time now, I'd like a bed to share.
I hate you so much.
No? I don't think they do? Mostly my college classes got in the way of when dinner time was and they had to push it back and they didn't like it so they were mostly pissy over it in general. I'm not shocked me actually getting somewhere got no attention.
... Ew buuuuut I can still win this. Dante had sex with the girl I liked on my own bed. Right on my Star Wars sheets.
No? I don't think they do? Mostly my college classes got in the way of when dinner time was and they had to push it back and they didn't like it so they were mostly pissy over it in general. I'm not shocked me actually getting somewhere got no attention.
... Ew buuuuut I can still win this. Dante had sex with the girl I liked on my own bed. Right on my Star Wars sheets.
What? Straight guys keep talking about it as if it's hard. Very simple with guys, from what I can tell they just get down to business.
That's so ridiculous. You should just go tell random people about how successful you are, get a confidence boost that way. Your brother's not exactly a winner, I met him.
Oh, not a chance. We didn't even have sheets for a while, couldn't afford them. I could go worse.
That's so ridiculous. You should just go tell random people about how successful you are, get a confidence boost that way. Your brother's not exactly a winner, I met him.
Oh, not a chance. We didn't even have sheets for a while, couldn't afford them. I could go worse.
The last girl I tried to get with, I babbled about shrimp for five minutes... I have no idea why. I don't even eat shrimp. Girls make me panic.
He was touched by God. He's a winner even if he gets up in the morning. I'm good, I get it, I'm smart and badass. I'll survive without pats on the back.
Dude, are we seriously going to one up each other? Fine. Let's do this. Once my brother and his friends had a sleepover and they didn't want me in the room even though we share it so they locked me in the hallway closet and my mom didn't hear me because she was watching TV too loud. And I'm hella claustrophobic.
Your move, bro
He was touched by God. He's a winner even if he gets up in the morning. I'm good, I get it, I'm smart and badass. I'll survive without pats on the back.
Dude, are we seriously going to one up each other? Fine. Let's do this. Once my brother and his friends had a sleepover and they didn't want me in the room even though we share it so they locked me in the hallway closet and my mom didn't hear me because she was watching TV too loud. And I'm hella claustrophobic.
Your move, bro
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So, we need to either find you a girl at a sushi bar or find a way to keep you from talking.
How often DOES he get up in the morning? Because I doubt it's all that often.
My boyfriend's pimp had me beat up and threatened to shoot me up with heroine and/or rape me, since he stopped buying drugs and didn't want to keep working.
Though, seriously, what's wrong with your brother?
How often DOES he get up in the morning? Because I doubt it's all that often.
My boyfriend's pimp had me beat up and threatened to shoot me up with heroine and/or rape me, since he stopped buying drugs and didn't want to keep working.
Though, seriously, what's wrong with your brother?
I vote the last one.
Rarely. Usually afternoons.
... Your boyfriend is a whore? Oh. I thought people were just trash talking. Okay, dude, that one is good I will give you that BUT my parents once forgot my birthday because Dante had a concert and I thought they were planning me a surprise party and playing dumb because of that so I rushed home all excited annnnd no one was there. And I got no presents. And by the time they remembered, they panic brought my gifts and they were pathetic. I got a Frisbee. Who the fuck wnats a frisbee.
idk maybe he'll grow up and be better.
Rarely. Usually afternoons.
... Your boyfriend is a whore? Oh. I thought people were just trash talking. Okay, dude, that one is good I will give you that BUT my parents once forgot my birthday because Dante had a concert and I thought they were planning me a surprise party and playing dumb because of that so I rushed home all excited annnnd no one was there. And I got no presents. And by the time they remembered, they panic brought my gifts and they were pathetic. I got a Frisbee. Who the fuck wnats a frisbee.
idk maybe he'll grow up and be better.
Okay, so... At a club? Loud enough you can't make conversation?
He's quitting. It's complicated, see aforementioned beating up. To get me out Axel had to steal money from our only friend and work for free for a while. Also act like that's a good deal and we ought to be grateful.
That's awful. My parents didn't believe in birthdays or gifts or toys, but at least I never got my hopes up.
Doubtful, honestly.
He's quitting. It's complicated, see aforementioned beating up. To get me out Axel had to steal money from our only friend and work for free for a while. Also act like that's a good deal and we ought to be grateful.
That's awful. My parents didn't believe in birthdays or gifts or toys, but at least I never got my hopes up.
Doubtful, honestly.
Oh dude, that's such a cool idea. I'm gonna do that!
He told me his job was working peer relations and negotiating... huh, weird. I thought he worked for like a legit company as like a HR guy. I did think he was kinda young for that. I'm sorry dude, that must suck.
It's okay, I mean, I learned a really good lesson from that. Never expect nice surprises! And I never have. Not once. I won't ever get my hopes up that high. No more gross sobbing under the kitchen table all alone for me!
He told me his job was working peer relations and negotiating... huh, weird. I thought he worked for like a legit company as like a HR guy. I did think he was kinda young for that. I'm sorry dude, that must suck.
It's okay, I mean, I learned a really good lesson from that. Never expect nice surprises! And I never have. Not once. I won't ever get my hopes up that high. No more gross sobbing under the kitchen table all alone for me!
My real genius, thinking of ways to shut you up.
Don't tell anyone. I mean, it's not his fault or his choice, but all he gets is judgement, so. Yeah, it sucks. He said he'd be home soon and it's been three hours, just gets you asking yourself more questions.
Yeah, optimism isn't really my style either. I still can't believe I got the scholarship.
Don't tell anyone. I mean, it's not his fault or his choice, but all he gets is judgement, so. Yeah, it sucks. He said he'd be home soon and it's been three hours, just gets you asking yourself more questions.
Yeah, optimism isn't really my style either. I still can't believe I got the scholarship.
Mean. That one hurts, bro. Hurts me >:
I'm sorry dude but that sucks. I wish I could help but that is way out of my range of helping. All I can do it is feel bad with you.
Me neither. Wells told me I was brilliant and then actually stopped to look at my work :D so cool.
I'm sorry dude but that sucks. I wish I could help but that is way out of my range of helping. All I can do it is feel bad with you.
Me neither. Wells told me I was brilliant and then actually stopped to look at my work :D so cool.
Hey, you wanted ways to not talk to girls!
I can't help either and I've tried. But that's where your lesson about optimism comes in, I was looking forward to celebrating a little today, kind of a downer now.
Right? He talked to me for almost half an hour about my last project and he'd actually read up on it beforehand. Like, I'd never have thought this would happen.
I can't help either and I've tried. But that's where your lesson about optimism comes in, I was looking forward to celebrating a little today, kind of a downer now.
Right? He talked to me for almost half an hour about my last project and he'd actually read up on it beforehand. Like, I'd never have thought this would happen.
Yeah but you want me to not talk to anyone :( dick move. You'd miss my commentary.
Nah, don't be dumb, he'll be home and he'll be so excited and happy for you and you will totally have a great time and not be sad or cry under a table. I believe in you both.
He's so cool. I so just wanna hang with him always.
Nah, don't be dumb, he'll be home and he'll be so excited and happy for you and you will totally have a great time and not be sad or cry under a table. I believe in you both.
He's so cool. I so just wanna hang with him always.
I never said that. Also, I wouldn't. But you're fun when you're talk, listening to your idiocy.
I don't know. Mostly texting you as distraction, so there's that.
I can't wait to work with him. He told me about the accelerator. Sounds great.
I don't know. Mostly texting you as distraction, so there's that.
I can't wait to work with him. He told me about the accelerator. Sounds great.
Pft. You love me.
You're good at a handful of other things, promise.
My non-existent money is on me. I'm very street. ;)
You're good at a handful of other things, promise.
My non-existent money is on me. I'm very street. ;)
It was past five. Hartley was very aware of the time, because although he'd turned out the light and laid down, he couldn't sleep. Whenever he nodded off, he imagined that his phone had made a sound and he checked, waiting for a message from Axel. He wanted to text him, but he knew Axel was already frustrated, so adding being needy to that wouldn't really help. This wasn't how he'd thought the day would end. Getting the scholarship still didn't feel real and right now he didn't even care.
He would have traded it all in to give Axel a chance at a better life. Start over somehow. He pretended to be trying to sleep, but all he really did was wait for the sound of the door.
He would have traded it all in to give Axel a chance at a better life. Start over somehow. He pretended to be trying to sleep, but all he really did was wait for the sound of the door.
Axel did come in eventually, shutting the door as quietly as he could. Given the lack of lights on and TV going, he was going to guess James was out. Not shocking, he did say he planned to party. Axel knew he should have been home earlier but things just got on top of him and he didn't like where it was taking him emotionally.
He pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the floor, just deciding not to bring it up the best he could and simply went into the bedroom, crawling into the bed and hoping Hartley didn't want one of his 'talks'.
He pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the floor, just deciding not to bring it up the best he could and simply went into the bedroom, crawling into the bed and hoping Hartley didn't want one of his 'talks'.
"Hey." Hartley just whispered it as he moved over to wrap one arm around Axel, moving up behind him. He tucked his head against his shoulder and tried not to think about whether Axel had just not been with anyone else or if he'd been too lazy to shower. Axel wasn't injured, as far as he could tell, so that was something.
Of course he wanted to talk, but about what? His excitement had long since died off and Axel hated when he was worried. He looked at nothing in particular, it was already getting light out. His eyes were wet, but he could pretend they weren't. Maybe he should get him something to drink, prevent some of the hangover, if he was less than sober.
Of course he wanted to talk, but about what? His excitement had long since died off and Axel hated when he was worried. He looked at nothing in particular, it was already getting light out. His eyes were wet, but he could pretend they weren't. Maybe he should get him something to drink, prevent some of the hangover, if he was less than sober.
"I'm so proud of you, Hart." He meant it too, he lay there and idly watched the dimmed light that he could see from the window. "You deserve what you got. I'm sorry I missed the hype. Just sort of -- got off track." That seemed like a good enough way to explain why he wasn't there because he just wasn't very good at sharing. He sighed and raised his hand, intertwining it with Hartley's to offer some moral support because yeah his boyfriend was a stupid dick and ruined his great thing.
"I'm sorry. I fucked up, didn't I?"
"I'm sorry. I fucked up, didn't I?"
"You didn't. You just got off track." Hartley held Axel's hand and wished he knew what was going on with Axel, wished he had a way of talking to him that wouldn't just annoy him. Wished most of all that he could help him. With how he felt right now, he knew he'd not even be able to ask where he was without sounding accusing. This wasn't about accusing, not really. He supposed some people might be worried about cheating, but they kind of had different issues. Not that that made it impossible.
"I celebrated by myself, so it's all good."
"I celebrated by myself, so it's all good."
"It's not, I should have been here but I couldn't be here and now I feel like a dick." And he probably should. He ditched his boyfriend because he was doing well in his life? What the fuck was even wrong with him? He should have been thrilled and instead, he just saw the inevitable decline of what they had. A fancy college boy with all that money and a growing future, like he was going to want a trainwreck like him long term. He was a kid crush, not a real thing. He got it, he didn't mind it, it just sucked now he was starting to realise it.
"I would rather you were pissed off at me than being nice."
"I would rather you were pissed off at me than being nice."
"And what good's that going to do? You're just looking for an excuse to make me break up with you." He wasn't that much of an idiot. Hartley let go of Axel to roll over on his back, staring up at the ceiling. "Yeah, I wanted to share it with you. And yeah, realising how it makes you feel makes me kind of hate everything about it and I don't feel much like celebrating any more, so it doesn't even matter. I don't need you to go all self-sabotaging on me, just because you think it will hurt less that way."
"You don't know how it makes me feel. Mostly I just feel happy for you." He wasn't lying, he really was, he was so happy and so proud. He rolled onto his back slowly and looked up at the ceiling, raising his hand to push the hair from his eyes. "I don't know, Hartley." Axel was silent for a while before he let his hand drop and sighed. "You don't seem real sometimes, it just throws me off. I don't know what to do with you half the time. I'm not very good at this. I don't want us to break up but I don't think I'm very good at this. Everything makes me feel--" Feel. There was a word Axel rarely used. He paused as he tried to think of the right word to describe how it made him feel but he just couldn't think of one. Total idiot. "-- Never mind."
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