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    Wyatt Ed Clomb


    Ooc: Your character and my character meet in the back corner if a small cafe. It started with them numbing shoulders, meeting eyes and instant sparks. Soon, they start talking, falling, and loving. Semi advanced, please!


    Ic: Alone.


    This how I felt in this small corner. Everyday, at ten o'clock am, the small corner with a French vanilla lattè and a regular coffee. My father always told me something. 'If a person takes the time to sit down and have a coffee with you, their worth your time,' he'd say to me, when I was younger. That's how he met Mom, in a small cafè, two cups of coffee on a table in the farthest corner back. I dicided to try it today, so here I am, in the farthest corner back, two cups of coffe. I was scared no one would wanna sit with me, maybe I wasn't good enough? Was I good enough? I sigh. Who knows. Lets just wait and see. ||


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    Justin Siren Lennox


    - I walk into the café down the street from my house. I've always seen it but never gone in before. Until today. My dad usually doesn't let me go out because he knows about bullying at school and me trying-trying suicide. Cutting. Over dosing. But today he wasn't home, he's at work. So, I decided to get out of the house. -


    - I adjust my gray hoodie and my black V-neck shirt sticks out a bit at the bottom. I take a deep breath and open the doors. I glance around the room and then walk up to the cashier. About to buy something I see a boy. A cute boy. I glance over at him a billion times and see he has...two coffees? I smile slightly and step out of line. I walk over to his little table in the corner and sit down. "Hi. Do you mind if I sit here?" I ask and bit my lip slightly. What if he's not gay? What if he is! If he is then I'll be saved. If he's not- I wonder if he'll start rumors. He goes to my school. I know he does. But- I start thinking but let them slip from my mind. "So," I raised one eyebrow, "What do you say?" -[/glow]

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    || Wyatt looked up and blushed. He nodded, motioned for him to sit down. "G-go ahead.." He muttered. He was screaming on the inside. He seen this boy everywhere he went, when he closed his eyes, when he turned a corner. "H-how are you...?" ||


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    [glow=purple,2,300]- I nodded, "i'm...not bad..." It was true, I wasn't terrible but I wasn't good either. "How about you?" I looked at the extra coffee and nodded my head toward it. "May I?" I raised one eyebrow and smiled crookedly at the boy. -[/glow]

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    || Wyatt nodded, smiling softly. "I'm better than five minutes ago." ||


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    [glow=purple,2,300]- I nodded, "Hat happened five minutes ago?" I gave him a worried look. I took the extra coffee and slid it toward me. I took the cover off and smelt it, mmmmmm.... I thought to myself and smiled at the sweet smell it gave off. -[/glow]

    [glow=purple,2,300]- I nodded, "Oh...." I wasn't sure what to say. "Me too..." He pursed his lips. "I was a my house, my dad was working so I was home alone. I am alone. Single. Not that it matters, I mean it could but you didn't need to know." I said all at once and started to panic. I breathed heavy and then stopped, hoping that he wouldn't start laughing.[/glow]

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    || Wyatt smiled. "I am too.." He muttered. "But.. I can't really find another... There's not many gay people around here.." ||


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    [glow=purple,2,300]- I almost jumped for joy. "I-i'm gay too." I smiled slightly then bigger and thought this could actually work. "I haven't found anyone else either. I dated a girl for a little but it wasn't the same. It didn't feel right. Do you know what I mean?" I ask and begin to feel more comfortable. -[/glow]

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    || Wyatt grinned. "I never dated a girl.. I always found them gross.." Wyatt chuckled. ||


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    [glow=purple,2,300]- I laughed and nodded, "Yeah. Me too. My dad thought I should date someone so I did. I broke up with her later but she understood. It was good....I guess." I shrugged and took a sip of my-his- coffee. I didn't buy it so it felt weird. I felt like I was drinking someone else's drink. Technically it was. Oh well. "So, how do you like school?" I almost stared lauhging at my question. "Never mind. Don't answer that." It was going to be a 'I hate it' answer... Right? -[/glow]

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    || Wyatt shrugged. "It's school, I guess.." He muttered, feeling their hands touch. Wyatt's face flushed and he kept his hand their, liking the feeling. ||


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    [glow=purple,2,300]- I blushed when our hands met. I smiled. I moved my hand so it was on top of his. "Cool." I simply said and liked the feeling of his hand under mine. It felt good. -[/glow]

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    || Wyatt but his lip, trying not to smile at their hands. "S-so.." He muttered. "I-I never got your name.." ||


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    [glow=purple,2,300]- I smiled when I felt his hand hold mine. "Cool. I like it. Hey, how about we go somewhere. Less....public." It took a minute for me to process how bad my sentence was. I then panicked, "I mean its crowded." I hear crickets. "I mean I just don't like people. I mean I like you, but I like you. I mean I like you but-" I gave up. This was going no where. "I just- I mean do you want to go to my house or something?" -[/glow]

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    ||Wyatt giggled. "Ok.." He said with a smile, not wanting to take his hand away. ||


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