Ray Asher
Your usual anxious pansexual boy who's too weak for any pretty face he meets and a plus if they have tattoos and piercings somehow ends up meeting
Isaac Albrecht
The intimidating pretty guy who perfectly fits his taste ends up opening a...
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It was another tiring day in the hell pit they call university and I was already tired out by lunch time still having 2 more classes to go.
" You really need to start making friends Ray..." Liam, my only friend since elementary days was sitting across from me in a little restaurant we both like.
"I already have you so why should I?" I picked at my lunch trying to figure whatever that slimy brown thing was.
"I'm basically your mom at this point! you need to realise I won't be always glued to you. You'll feel a lot safer that way too..."
"..." He's right but I hate going over the 'getting to know each other' stage just for the person to end being absolute trash.
"There's a party at nick's place tonight, you're coming with me."
"What? No I'm not. You know I hate loud and crowded places." I firmly objected. This type of thing is way out of my comfort zone. I'd have to deal with everyone's disgusting sweaty smell, their annoying laughs and stupid jokes that are mostly offensive and worst of all... having to worry about coming off as rude or stupid.
"I asked him to host it, there won't be a lit of people. Just me and you and some of his friends, they're nice I've met them before." He paused observing me "no loud music and no flashing lights either."
I appreciate that he's worried worried about me and with the fact that he went to the lengths of organising a party and making sure nothing overwhelms me, how could I refuse him?
And now he's giving me the puppy eyes...ugh I hate him.
"How many people will there be?"
"Sixteen. Counting nick."
"Ugh...fine. as long as you're with me the whole time."
"Of course!" He grinned, leaning over to ruffle my hair. "It'll be fine, Ray."
I sure hope so or I'll be charged for homicide against him.
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"MY GOD! You're seriously gonna wear that?" Liam stared at me with his ugly judging face as he pretended to faint on my bed. This dramatic bitch...
"What's wrong with it?" I was looking at the mirror where my figure reflected. I was wearing black pants larger than my size and and a big dark brown sweater over it with a few silver necklaces prettily wrapping around my neck and falling down my collarbone and of course my pretty rings that I adore.
"You gotta dress to impress!" He rummaged through my closet as if he already knew what he wanted to get. "Thanks to your ass buying pretty clothes and being scared to wear them in public, you have a big collection of unworn clothes that would make you look gorgeous."
He pulled a black vest first then tight black jeans and finally a Flowy white satin pirate shirt that I always fantasize about wearing in public.
"I can't wear that...not tonight." I stared at the shirt with a little smile before placing it back into the closet.
