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follow you anywhere Pete texted everybody. His sidekick had a scratched screen, dents in the sides from being dropped too many times, and a peeling sticker of Jack Skellington on the back. Whenever the cell phone came out Patrick would sigh and roll his eyes, and Pete would explain for the millionth time that ‘this is the only way I can keep track of my little monsters.’follow you anywhere by ~WriterGal
Patrick would humph and frown, muttering about Pete’s attention neediness and wander off to talk to Andy about their next set list.
It was William on Friday night at three in the morning when they were on the road.
‘Peter peter.’
Pe
the DMV 04-?? It was another long day. Fridays, last day of the week, TGIF, what the fuck ever.the DMV 04-?? by ~ohfaith-justfiction
For me, Fridays just brought long dull weekends to spend by myself while Spencer was out with co-workers.
The people we work with are in (or nearing) their forties. They really can’t be that much fun.
But, it never fails. Friday comes, and I go home to enjoy a weeks worth of DVR’d episodes of Angel. Thank you, TNT.
Drinking was part of the plan tonight, because hey, how much cooler would Angel look while I’m tipsy? Fuck yes.
I yawned, stepping outside to walk to my car when I heard a cough from beside me.
I turned, seeing Brendon
the DMV 03-?? Brendon slid his arms into Ryan’s jacket as he started walking back to the DMV.the DMV 03-?? by ~ohfaith-justfiction
He smiled lazily to himself. Jon was wrong. Ryan was so not a pedophile.
He walked happily through the doors, only to see a man around Ryan’s age with long hair and a short shaven beard pulling a jacket on.
“Sir, can I help you? We’re closing right now.” The man said, addressing Brendon, as he was the only other person in the building.
“Uh, Ryan… told me to wait here for him.” Brendon said, awkwardly.
The man beamed at his words, coming out from behind the tall desks.
“Ryan Ross?” The man question
the DMV 02-?? “Who’s the boy?” Spencer grinned, looking over to my desk. I shrugged. He narrowed his eyes. “Liar. You talked to him. You don’t talk to people. Who is he?”the DMV 02-?? by ~ohfaith-justfiction
“His name is Brendon.” I said, shrugging again. “I worked with him about a month ago, and he came back today. Nothing big. Slow day, so what if I talk to a few people?”
“One person isn’t a few people.”
“Shut up.”
“How old is he?”
“What?”
“How. Old. Is. He.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It does. You’re not telling me for a reason. Why aren’t y
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