wesleyhoranrp:

thecrackpothouse:

“Hey now…you better be dreaming of me too, punk.” He said with a sleepy laugh as he turned onto his side, back to Wesley.

Wesley laughed. “Yeah, we’ll see.”

"It better be explicit as well! I better hear some ‘oh Tristan’s and a few 'yeah just like that's because let’s face it…i’ve gotta be good looking. I mean, I made myself go blind from my looks.” He said with a laugh. This was Tristan 90% of the time. Trying to make other people uncomfortable in a reverse psychology way so they’d be more comfortable around him. 

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Seriously? Out of all the people. “Not you. Christ, really? Some luck I’m having today.” He spit out, sitting a few feet away from the boy…Brian, was it? He looked between the cigarrettes and the boy, trying to decide what he’d want to do. Give in and apologize in hopes of a cigarette? “Sorry for calling you an asshole…and a dick.”

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"Hey now…you better be dreaming of me too, punk." He said with a sleepy laugh as he turned onto his side, back to Wesley.

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thecrackpothouse:

“Nice to meet you too, dick!” He called out after him, rolling his eyes. He got some rather disapproving looks from the people around him. “What? It’s his name.” He said gesturing to the paper. So help him, if that idiot got rushed into the same fraternity as him, he might…

He’d be damned if people actually thought he’d go to class. He wandered around campus for a little until he found a guy sitting on the field, but most importantly, he had a line of smoke coming from him. Just what he needed. “hey mate, think I could bum a smoke off ya? It’s been a hell of a day so far and I could use one.”

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wesleyhoranrp:

thecrackpothouse:

wesleyhoranrp:

thecrackpothouse:

wesleyhoranrp:

Wesley laughed. “Meanie.” He had to think of how to word his question so it made sense. “When you dream, can you see perfectly clear? Or are your dreams blurry?”

Tristan had to think about it. “I don’t really dream much, to be honest. When I do, they are clear though because they don’t have to do with my vision. It’s just images my mind conjures up.”

Wesley only nodded, not really knowing what to say. “Oh. Cool.”

“it’s weird. I know.” He said with a laugh. “you can say it.”

“No, it’s not.” Wesley said, closing his eyes. “I just thought, maybe if you dreamt of me, you could see what I look like.”

Tristan stayed quiet for a moment and smiled. “well, I really hope I dream about you tonight, then.”

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wesleyhoranrp:

thecrackpothouse:

wesleyhoranrp:

Wesley laughed. “Meanie.” He had to think of how to word his question so it made sense. “When you dream, can you see perfectly clear? Or are your dreams blurry?”

Tristan had to think about it. “I don’t really dream much, to be honest. When I do, they are clear though because they don’t have to do with my vision. It’s just images my mind conjures up.”

Wesley only nodded, not really knowing what to say. “Oh. Cool.”

"it’s weird. I know." He said with a laugh. "you can say it."

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yourstormssilverlining:

thecrackpothouse:

Avan smiled and shook his head. “If you were fine, love, I wouldn’t be here.”

“It’s just been a long week, I guess.” Storm shrugged slightly, his eyes fluttering shut. “No big deal, really.”

He nodded and shrugged, taking another sip of his beer. “You can tell me if you’d like…just to vent it out to someone.”
 

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Frat House

thealwaysforgotten:

thecrackpothouse:

“Wow. Looks like someone else on this campus has some balls too. Go figure.” He said as he rolled his eyes and moved the boy aside to write down his own name. He looked at the half finished name on the line above his. Brian D was all that was written. He smirked and finished the name by writting Dick as his last name.

Brian scoffed, turning back to the side. He would have finished his name hadn’t the other written down the word he did. Was this guy serious. He took the pen, scratching out the name before writing out Brian Dessron on the paper, turning back to face him. “Real grade A cunt, you are.” After giving a shit eating grin and a pat on the back, he walked past the group of people to the outside.

"Nice to meet you too, dick!" He called out after him, rolling his eyes. He got some rather disapproving looks from the people around him. "What? It’s his name." He said gesturing to the paper. So help him, if that idiot got rushed into the same fraternity as him, he might just have to kill a few people.

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Frat House

thealwaysforgotten:

Fucking rush week. Did he really have to do this? Brian was always popular in school, but maybe this would give him even more hype from his recent reputation. Walking down the sidewalk, he had made his way into the building, getting in line to wait. Waiting. He hated waiting. Why am I so impatient? Once it was finally his turn, he reached over for a pen, beginning to write his name down — until he heard someone speak to him. His eyebrows raised, turning to the side to look at the other male. “Hey, asshole, want to get a pen shoved through your neck?”


"Wow. Looks like someone else on this campus has some balls too. Go figure." He said as he rolled his eyes and moved the boy aside to write down his own name. He looked at the half finished name on the line above his. Brian D was all that was written. He smirked and finished the name by writting Dick as his last name.

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Frat House

Rush Week. Tristan knew this was the biggest wee for him at University. If he had any chance of keeping his popular title from high school, he’d need to be known…well known. What better way to do that than to get rushed by the biggest fraternity on campus. He made his way from table to table looking for right one to put his name on the interest list. Some curly headed kid was standing in the way, blocking the table. “Hey asshole, mind moving?” Tristan sure did have a way with words.