HUSH LITTLE BABY — private

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]daryl hadn't seemed to have noticed that tidbit yet. He smiled. wanna watch it?

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]he chuckled. what? Reliving my teenage angstabd anxiety will be great.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]daryl led him off, finding the vsr. He put in the vhs and turned on the to, remembering they had electricity and running water here.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]he pressed play and the video came up.
    A small, skinny, brunette boy with slicked back hair came onto the screen, seeming absent with a bowl of punch in his hands. Someone behind the camera chuckled. could you look anymore like a fuck boy? the kid had a deep voice. The brunette looked over and did the cranking middle finger, before making a surprised noise and smirked. fuck you, James. You're just jealous I'm hotter than you. the brunette said. The kid holding the camera laughed. oh sure! Says the kid that hasn't touched a single boob in his life! the kid said. The brunette glared at the camera. you know I don't swing that way. he grunted. The kid chuckled. sorry, Daryl. Ok. You touched a dick yet? daryl nodded. James gasped. seriously?! Who?! he squeaked. Daryl pointed at a guy dancing near them. James laughed. dude! No way! Isn't that kid your tutor? And an eight grader! he laughed. Daryl nodded. As a slow song came on, he smiled, before seeing the kid come over and offer him his hand. cmon Daryl. Let's go dance. the eighth grader said. He was handsome, tall, muscular, blond, the opposite of tiny little Daryl. Daryl gladly took his hand and smiled. sure thing, tanner.
    Then it ended.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]he hesitated. maybe this was a bad idea.. im.. im going to go destroy this tape..

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]he frowned. yeah. If i dont its going ti haunt me forever, them ill wnd up in the attic with the family that owned this pla-... oh my god..

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]he looked at the stairs, eyes wide and almost heart broken. oh james.. oh god..

    He frowned, watching him. He didn't know what else to do to help him. He moved over, holding his daughter in one arm and then resting his free hand on his shoulder.

    He frowned. "...I'm so sorry Daryl." He whispered. He gave his shoulder a small squeeze. He glanced away. Wait, they were only hung? They could still turn then. He glanced down at Daryl. He blinked. He wouldn't ask him to do that.