[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia;]idk, I'm already playing Dallas' parents nwn I'm not much good at playing an abusive person though
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia;]i can play his mom if you'd like
We could time skip to where they're like, at the Fletcher's house (Dallas dropped him off after school) before he has to go back for practice?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia;]oh no we can, I was just saying I'm not to good at it.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia;]sure xD
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
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IC: Dallas glanced up at the sky with a tiny frown. He loved the coach but he never understood why he made them practice when it was so cold out. Half of the time, it wasn't even that cold at there games, but they all knew better to fuss with the man. He could be brutal during training. Dropping his attention back down, he smiled at Fletcher and nodded. "I will baby..", he mumbled and squeezed his hand. Fletcher sounded just like his mother. A warm breeze had picked up and he suddenly wished he had taken the truck. They had only taken a short walk from his house and when they got back, he would have to take Fletcher home. If he had had things his way, Fletcher would be staying with them again. But Fletcher was the one who said he needed to get back- and Dallas didn't like it. "I wish you'd stay one more night.." Dallas had tried the same line two other times but it hasn't worked. He was uneasy about taking Fletcher back to that house, especially since he didn't know the full story of what really went on. The last few days had been so nice, he had completely forgotten to question Fletcher about it again. "You know..", Dallas continued with a smile,"Im going to tell the guys about us today.." The team and the coaches, that was. They had become much nicer to Fletcher, even when Dallas himself wasn't around.
- so I was thinking about bringing one or two of Dallas's football friends (like his best friends) in when things get bad with Fletcher's parents? To you know, help him and all
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
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IC: "I enjoy it too.." Dallas smiled down at him, a warm look in his eyes. This new, open Fletcher was a nice change, one he loved. The timid, nervous Fletcher was wonderful too, but it didn't beat this. "But of course, I do enjoy all of our time together." He bent down and left a quick, soft kiss on Fletcher's before leaving into him. Despite the height difference, Dallas like being against him and being held; he was a low key baby and wanted to be held and cuddled just like Fletcher did. Sighing into the breeze, he closed his eyes for a brief second. Fletcher was only ten, maybe fifteen minutes away from him but he still wasn't ready to take him back home. The past few days had been so great. He couldn't explain the way having Fletcher there all day then sleeping next to him and finding him there when awoke made him feel. He was sure that this was what his parents meant when they would tell him that when he really loved someone, he would know it.
At Fletcher's words, Dallas almost laughed. Fletcher sounded surprised. "Of course. They're some of my best friends, I want them to know who made me so happy... They just needed the chance to get to know you like I did." There was a point in time where he might have turned a blind eye and left after after saving Fletcher from the jocks who had gotten kicked out. Now, if someone messed with him, they would have hell to pay. Dallas looked back at him then glanced down the road. "You know.. If you need me at all, in just a call or a text away..@
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
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IC: Dallas fought back a sigh but nodded. He hugged him quickly then let go to take hold of his hand again. "Yeah... I've got to go soon or risk being late for practice." It would never be a bad thing but had missed the previous practice so he knew the coach would specifically be on the lookout for him. Walking once more, he glanced around. His house was just a ways up and it wouldn't take more than five minutes to reach it, but he didn't want too. "Youll text me, won't you?", Dallas finally asked. Did he sound like a child? He probably did and he didn't care. They hadn't had much use for there phones since Fletcher had been at his house, but now he had to make sure to keep his charger handy. That was, once he actually located its whereabouts.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
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IC: Dallas had stuffed his keys into his pockets before they had left the house and now, he withdrew them and unlocked his truck. "Good because I'd blow up your phone until you answered... I hate taking you home." With his free hand, he opened the passenger door for Fletcher and glanced at him. "Is there anything you need to get from inside?", he added. He had completely forgotten to ask before opening the door. Usually, he just left some clothes over there, which Dallas didn't mind. Dropping his hand, Dallas leaned against the door then opened his arms to Fletcher, flinching as the first small drops fell from above.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
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IC: Dallas closed the door and hurried to his own side, hopping in with ease as the rain began to really fall. The engine roared softly when he started it and backed out onto the street. He had been dreading this all day and now that it was here, he wanted to sit back and sulk. As he headed down the road towards the fork, Dallas reached across for Fletcher's hand. "I really don't want to take you home", he finally said with an air of a laugh. He glanced at him quickly while slowing at the familiar stop sign before carrying on. "Remember what I said? If you decide you want to come back, I'll have my lifeline in hand." Talking about his phone of course. The next few minutes, he was silent until he parked in front of Fletcher's house; he never actually went into the driveway but from what he could see, it seemed as if no one was home. "I can walk you in.."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia;]wanna skip to when Fletcher's parents get home? c: