Post by FELIX OTTO NESSON on May 28, 2012 3:49:56 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 22px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #131313; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]I'm a good excuse to be a bad influence
[/style] [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]403 WORDS FOR story set close to the end of the year. lyrics are bad influence by p!nk. on you [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Felix had had quite a night. He had spent the large majority of the night at one of the near-constant, end-of-the-year, school-is-almost-over parties that were dotting the forest. This one had been a doozy; in the real world, cops would have been called for sure. Maybe there had been cops called. Felix had left a little bit early; he was feeling kind of lonely for some weird, unexplainable reason. Normally when he got this good of a buzz (he was on number six of the eight stages of beer drinking, aka "really buzzed/tipsy/getting there") he was partying and flirting and having a great time. Tonight... not so much. He flirted with some of the prettier girls (and boys) there, but most of them ran off when he didn't really hook up with anyone. By the time midnight rolled around, most people were hooking up with each other already and going at it in the woods, and Felix skittered on out. He ambled around, wondering who he could go to. He ended up at the dorms, and then, before he opened up the door to receive a contact high from Sher, Felix decided to stop at the door next to his. Story was there. Felix's Storybook. [/style]Felix knocked on the door, fairly loudly. He wasn't sure if Story was awake (probably), or asleep (in which case he'd probably be grateful to escape nightmareland). Felix barged into Book's room all the time. They mostly cuddled, and occasionally made out. Sometimes there was feely talks. Sometimes there was feely feelings (physical and emotional). But tonight Felix really wanted something more. It might have been the alcohol talking a bit. It might have been his loneliness. But Felix really just... wanted Book tonight. He liked him. Well, he didn't really, like him like him, but he liked him enough to want him. And Felix was a self-admitted manwhore. He'd slept with a lot of his friends; why not Story. Fuck what would happen in the morning. Although, speaking of the morning, there would be a pretty short walk to shame. Cool. Felix knocked on the door again, his brain whirring with justifications for what he hoped was about to happen. |
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