Chapter Thirty-One

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***GREG'S POV***

          Todd is just the cutest damn thing ever.  I mean, I love Rayne with all my heart, but he's 13 and he's so sweet and quiet.  He's just adorable.
           We spend the whole hour just getting to know Todd.  I mean, I doubt he has many friends.  So, he needs one or two.
           "So, Todd, how old are you?" I ask.
           13.
           "What kind of music do you listen to?"
           Mainly pop, but I love rock too.
           "Who's your favorite band?"
           Evanescence or Flyleaf.
           "What are your top 5 Evanescence songs?"
           Hello.  Lost In Paradise.  New Way To Bleed.  Going Under.  Lithium.  (in no order.)
           "Nice.  How about Flyleaf?"
           There For You.  I'm So Sick.  Fully Alive.  Fire Fire.  This Close.  (again, in no order.)
           "Now, how about pop?"
           Hmm.  I can't pick between Adam Lambert, Lady GaGa, Ke$ha, Rihanna, and Kelly Rowland.
           "Wow, okay.  Name your top 5's for each.  Not to be repetitive, but I like to discover new music."
           Okay:
          Adam:  Outlaws Of Love.  Fever.  Aftermath.  Cuckoo.  Time For Miracles.
          GaGa:  Hair.  Teeth.  So Happy I Could Die.  I Like It Rough.  Born This Way.
          Ke$ha:  Cannibal.  Dancing With Tears In My Eyes.  Kiss N Tell.  The Harold Song.  Grow A Pear.
 (This is before the most amazing album "Warrior" came out so that is why there are no songs from "Warrior" on here)
          Rihanna:  Birthday Cake.  Russian Roulette.  Skin.  S&M.  Fool In Love. 
          Kelly:  Commander.  Lay It On Me.  Down For Whatever.  Ice.  I'm That Chick.
          "Nice taste, kid."
           Thanks.
           "So," Rayne takes over, "How old were you when you stopped talking?"
           12.
           "Hmm.  Okay.  So, what's your orientation.  If you don't wanna answer any of my questions, just don't."
           No, it's okay.  I'm pansexual.
           "Sorry, but what's that?"
           It means I look for people, not gender.
           "Wow.  I feel so selfish being gay."
           I get that a lot.
           "Anyway, I'm Rayne.  This is my boyfriend, Greg.  So, hands off, please."          
           Haha, no worries.  I have a girlfriend right now.  Maybe not for much longer though.
           "Aww, I'm sorry."
           It's okay.
           We hear someone yelling at us to come back to the group room.  So, we wrap it up and head down.

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