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                         "No, Jane. It'll poop everywhere."

                                  "-------------- Well. That's just rude." Nana chimed loudly, trying his best to push his room mates buttons and annoy her. However, he had missed her while she was away and he wasn't going to mention the parties he threw when she wasn't here. Closing the door behind him, the boy moved over to her bed, settling himself down beside her, "... Did you see my comment?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. Turning over, he wrapped his arms around Mara, cuddling her close, "How was your trip?"

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                                     The last thing he wanted to do was yell, but yelling was what released his anger. That and punching things. Yet, he'd never touch Chanel in a harsh way - Only if she asked him to when intercourse was concerned. Biting down on his bottom lip, his head snapped around to look at the obviously distraught girl but in that moment, Nana felt no sympathy for her. Why would he? Sympathy was for those who deserved it, and Chanel certainly didn't deserve it in his opinion, "Why were you getting shit faced in the first place?" He shot at her, hands going in and out of fists as he tried to calm himself down, "Did I do something wrong? Did I make you feel like you needed to drink your problems away?" Of course h'ed blame himself, there was no one else to blame, "You are still liable for your actions when you're drunk, Chanel. Being drunk just isn't an excuse." Sure, he was hurt, but Nana didn't cry. He hardly showed any form of negative emotion if he could help it, "Fucking save it. I don't want to hear how fucking sorry you are. I'm fucking done. Two year, Chanel. Two years and you fucked it up." That's a big harsh, "You could have ---" He could feel the anger piling up inside his chest and he has to let it out somehow. Turning, his fist collided with the wall, heavy pants falling from his lips and nostrils. Moving to the coat rack, he quickly grabbed his jacket, pulling it on, "----------- I'm going out. Just .... don't even bother finding me."

      “What would it take to get you to buy as a kitten?”

                                 "------------- We're never getting a kitten."

                                                It was a rare occasion to see Nana cry because he hardly did. He didn't even cry when he Grandpa died, or his dog. Nana simply didn't cry. So surely, that proved what a hold Finn had over him. As he heard the door click, he scrambled to his feet, trying to hide the puffiness of his eyes as he wiped the tear streaks away from his cheeks. Just the mere sight of Finnegan made his heart swell and he knew there was no turning back for the lad now, not after he had said those words so .... easily. But everything was easy with Finnegan. He stayed quiet but he did not stay still. In just a few seconds, Nana had Finn's face cupped in his hands, and his lips had already captured the blond's.

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                                      The words that spilled off of Finn's tongue shocked Nana to say the least. Nana wasn't always one for a playful tone, so he guessed it was hard to tell he was joking. He hadn't meant to hurt Finnegan either - not really. Opening his mouth as if to say something, he wuickly shut it, knowing that whatever he had to say would fall upon deaf ears. Instead, he let out a small sigh as Finnpushed past him, going to his room. The room that was once so lively was no dead and Nana was just stading there. Slowly, he moved himself to Finn's bedroom door, sliding down it so his back was pressed against it, head canted so it was leaning on his shoulder, "------- Finn. I didn't mean it." He spoke carefully, "I ----- Come out, Finny. We'll talk about this. Don't leave me out here. It's cold, man. I ----" Cue another sigh, "Boo Bear ---" And another, "Fuck, Finny. You're crazy for thinking I don't like you. You're crazy for thinking that I don't fucking adore you. I --- I know I'm stupid and I know I mess up a lot and make it seem as if getting chicks is all I care about but ---- Finny, I fucking love you. I love you to the moon and back. Please, just open the door." Are you ---- Crying, Nana?

                           With a roll of his eyes, Nana found himself wandering towards the boy, hands moving down to pull his sweats up. However, he didn't plan on the slight brush of his knuckles against Finnegan's hip bone. A crimson heat shot into Nana's cheeks as he began to busy himself with Finn's hair, flattening it, "Now you don't look like such a twat ----" he murmured, sucking in his bottom lip as he took a step back.