Monday, July 12, 2004
Slash *exaggerated smile*
"Hey Matty," Tony said back to me, giving me a tight hug and flashing me his wide smile knowing that nickname made me cringe. "It's been totally awesome at school and everything. I beat up some guy in gym when he called me a fag. Just because my sexual appetite is a little unconventional, doesn't give that homophobic asshole any right to judge me. He was just mad because I'm gay and still score more chicks, and touchdowns than he does. I got suspended for the week, but it was totally worth it." I always laugh at Tony's stories, even if I don't really believe him. He's always trying to do so much and act so tough, and someday it's going to get him kicked out of school.
I SO LIKE THIS ONE. HAHAHA. Sick, sick Matt talking about Jere. Yup, another MEST-filled entry. Fuck off.
"Hey, I barely touched you (would you like me to grope you, because I can. But only if it will make you feel better), and you were practically taking up the whole hallway (even if you do resemble a twig)."
"Just watch your back, next time I might bump into you," he said, grin that was far from innocent grazing his strong features. Would you please? Or maybe just push me against a wall, or brush up against me, or lightly caress me.
We passed a long slab of concrete benches and I grabbed him tightly around the wrist (ok, touching him should not feel this good), before I pulled him over to one and forced him to sit down.
Envy drowned in words at 09:13
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