Gary Smith

It's dark, cold and smells like salt water.

Gary sits on the end of the dock with dangling legs and the sandy breeze ruffling his hair, his crutch laying against the splinter filled wood beside him.

the agreed time was 9 o'clock, but he got there 30 minutes earlier; Jimmy was kind enough to be his ride, and was currently somewhere else in town, doing god-knows-what as he waits for Gary's message telling him to pick him up, which wouldn't be needed for awhile.

He perked up at the sound of shoes clicking against the wood behind him, waiting until they were only a few feet away to turn his head, looking over his shoulder at the guy looming over him; Derby Harrington.

"Oh, you finally showed..." he smirked, reaching for his crutch and adjusting his legs, "i was starting to think you were gonna puss out." he pulled himself up as he fixed him grip on his crutch, eyebrows twitching as he felt a hand on his arm steadying him until he was fully up.

"you've got that handwriting, don't you? who's is it, anyway..?" he raised a scarred eyebrow the best he could, holding his hand out with a raised eyebrow.

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sorry this is sooo short my goat, and im ultra sorry it took me so long to ACTUALLY write it 😢

hiii ryan

Derby looked down at the other boy when he spoke, He was flanked by his loyal bodyguard, Bif, He reached a gloved hand down to shake Gary's hand.

"I could say the same thing about you, Smith." He responded in a passive-aggressive tone, He sounded almost dissapointed Gary actually came.

He gestured to Bif with a nod, the larger boy proceeded to pull out a piece of paper from his back pocket, Bif handed the piece of paper to Derby, who unfolded it and handed it to Gary.

"Lets just say our handwriting guy would like to stay anonymous, He claims he doesn't 'like or trust you'."

He then sauntered beside Gary and pointed at a specific piece of writing, One was the handwriting from the letters, And the other was none other than Jimmy Hopkin's handwriting.

"But enough about him, I think we may have found the culprit, On the right is the handwriting from the letters, Obviously, And on the left is Jimmy's handwriting, Of course there are some differences in the way they write certain letters, But look closely, My friend."

Derby traced the letter with a gloved nail, the fabric scratching against the paper was an unpleasant sound.

"See how they both make the M look pointy? It has to be him."

the second Jimmy was mentioned he started to tune the annoying drawl of Derby, eyebrows knitting as he squinted and pulled the paper closer to his face, "What? but i..-" his fingers twitched and crumpled the paper a bit, "i checked- i.. i made sure." his voice cracked and oddly faltered.

his cheeks started heating up, nose scrunching up, "i made him copy the note right in front of me, his handwriting was different-" he paused for a second, eyes unfocusing and mumbles spilling out of him incoherently.

after a minute, he shook it off and looked towards Derby with an angry scowl, "who the hell do you think you are, huh? you richy fuck!" he crushed the paper in his hand, roughly hitting his fist into Derby's chest, "what's wrong with you!? you think you're funny, asshole!?" he glanced toward Bif as he took a few steps back, putting much needed distance between him and the preps.

But Derby didn't want to be protected, He pushed Bif's hand out of the way and snatched the balled up piece of paper from the ground.

"Well if your gonna act like that, Maybe we shouldnt've helped you, You pyschotic wretch!"

Derby then tossed the ball into the murky water, watching it drift off to probably dissolve, He shot a glare at Gary.

"You can't even fathom the fact that MAYBE, just MAYBE Jimmy wrote those notes? You can't fathom that maybe little Jimbo likes you back?"

He spoke almost condescendingly, putting one hand on his hip.

"What is wrong with you?!"

He huffed and puffed, pouting like a kid having a meltdown - which, to be fair, is what he is. - and turned away on principle, his hands tightening until it hurt, and he shuffled stiffly to drop onto one of the benches.

he sat there and breathed harshly for at least 6 minutes, before he shot up straight and dug his flip-phone from his sweater pocket, squinting under the light as he opened it. he grumbled under his breath as he clicked through to Jimmy's contact; lovingly saved under the name 'Jimmy Boy' with a smiley emoticon.

he paused, expression softening as he started at the last message Jimmy sent him, only 17 minutes ago, and reading; "gud luck finding the culprit lolz. lemme kno if u get jumped so i can beat sum preppy ass ;)"

Before Gary could be prepared, Derby thrusted his arms out and pushed the other boy into the cold, salty water, He didn't push him into the deep part of the water thankfully, But it still hurt.

"Loser!"

After the initial shock - and fear - of both the sudden cold and weight of the water, and losing his crutch, he popped back out of the water with a loud gasp for air, eyes finding the two running off quickly, "uphf- FUCK YOU, HARRINGTON!! I HOPE YOU DIE IN A WHOLE, YOU STUPID FUCK!!" he bobbed in the carefully moving water, pulling his hands from under the water and wiping his face, coughing up a bit of water.

"oh, fuck.. FUCK!" he felt himself shaking as he soaked in the chill, teeth chattering faintly as he started moving to the near shore, swimming slowly as his joints ached and legs felt like they were gonna fall off, "fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk me..."

he coughed up some more water as he dragged himself onto the sand, groaning as it stuck to his wet hands, "jesus christ, that guy needs serious therapy.." he twisted around to sit on his ass and pull off his soaked sweater and shoes.

"Gary? what the hell happened!?" he turned his head around as he heard jimmy, eyes finding him standing on the edge of the dock nearby, "oh, shit, Hopkins..." he gulped, shivering harder than he has in awhile, "my- uh.. my crutch.. it's on the- the dock.." he felt himself breathing heavier and couldn't tell if it was from the weight of the water and the cold, or a panic attack building up.

"that fuckin- DERBY, THE FUCKIN BASTARD!!" he watched as jimmy hopped off the dock and was by his side faster than he thought he would be, "fucker got his richy rich panties in a twist, damn fag pushed me in.." he winced as jimmy helped him stand, offering up his own sweater; dry and warm.

Gary eyed it for a second before moving to tug off his wet shirt, stumbling as he pulled it over his head, "screw what i said earlier about being civil, i want his ass in the ground.." he grumbled, tugging the dry sweater over himself; it was a little shorter than what he usually wore, but it was baggy and very, very warm.

"Yeah, who wouldn't... are you okay? you're shaking.." Jimmy let Gary lean into his side, arm wrapping around his thin frame - okay, jimmy was officially pissed. who the fuck pushes a disabled guy into the ocean? for FUN?

Jimmy managed to get Gary back onto one of the benches of the dock before he went further down the wood structure to get Gary's crutch - and phone, which he luckily dropped before it went into the water - and hurried back.

he frowned at the sight of Gary shaking, teeth chattering and skin tinted red, lips a bit blue, "f- fuck.. i'm freezing.." Gary mumbled, standing and leaning onto his crutch, letting Jimmy lead him by the arm to his shitty old car - which may or may not be stolen, he's not entirely sure.

He had to stand on the sidewalk while Jimmy dug out a towel and a blanket from the trunk, the bigger - much drier- boy moving as fast as he could, "shit, sorry dude.." he moved back besides Gary, tugging open the passenger door and dropping the blanket on the seat before holding to towel up around Gary's lower half and immediately adverting his eyes, "take off your pants, you're gonna freeze..."

Gary smirked through his insane discomfort, trembling, "God, asking me to strip? in public? how romantic.." he teased, but still complied - he was freezing, and if he had to take off his soaked pants on the side of the road to get back some body heat, he obviously is going to.

Jimmy took the soaked pants when Gary had the towel tied around his waist, wringing them out as Gary moved to sit in the car, "maybe i should've stayed, man.." he grunted moving to toss the wet clothes in the trunk before moving towards the driver door, "i should have known Derby was gonna pull some bullshit, i'm sorry, Gary." he ducked into his seat, still shivering despite being wrapped up in a dry sweater and blanket.

"hahh..- 's fine, you didn' know.." he curled in on himself, shifting in the car seat and leaning on the center-console, "can we jus go home..? i think i've got hypo- uhh.. hypother- thermal...?" he trailed off, words mashing together.

"Hypothermia." Jimmy corrected, already starting the car with a slow nod, "yeah, 'm sure petey's worried.." he swallowed, glancing at gary out of the corner of his eye as he pulled onto the road to the academy.

"I just ‐ had to defend myself, Thats all, He looked like he was ready to attack me, I was threatened!"

Derby wept, He made sure to twist the story in his own way, But him and Bif both knew he was lying, He simply wanted a reason to hurt Gary since nobody wanted to jump a disabled person apparently.

He would never admit that he felt only a little bit bad for Gary, The boy would be completely defenseless if it wasn't for those crutches, But then again, It was funny, He then snapped back into reality, hearing the other preps gossip.

It's dark, cold and smells like salt water.

Gary sits on the end of the dock with dangling legs and the sandy breeze ruffling his hair, his crutch laying against the splinter filled wood beside him.

the agreed time was 9 o'clock, but he got there 30 minutes earlier; Jimmy was kind enough to be his ride, and was currently somewhere else in town, doing god-knows-what as he waits for Gary's message telling him to pick him up, which wouldn't be needed for awhile.

He perked up at the sound of shoes clicking against the wood behind him, waiting until they were only a few feet away to turn his head, looking over his shoulder at the guy looming over him; Derby Harrington.

"Oh, you finally showed..." he smirked, reaching for his crutch and adjusting his legs, "i was starting to think you were gonna puss out." he pulled himself up as he fixed him grip on his crutch, eyebrows twitching as he felt a hand on his arm steadying him until he was fully up.

"you've got that handwriting, don't you? who's is it, anyway..?" he raised a scarred eyebrow the best he could, holding his hand out with a raised eyebrow.

@gareth-hatesyou

sorry this is sooo short my goat, and im ultra sorry it took me so long to ACTUALLY write it 😢

hiii ryan

Derby looked down at the other boy when he spoke, He was flanked by his loyal bodyguard, Bif, He reached a gloved hand down to shake Gary's hand.

"I could say the same thing about you, Smith." He responded in a passive-aggressive tone, He sounded almost dissapointed Gary actually came.

He gestured to Bif with a nod, the larger boy proceeded to pull out a piece of paper from his back pocket, Bif handed the piece of paper to Derby, who unfolded it and handed it to Gary.

"Lets just say our handwriting guy would like to stay anonymous, He claims he doesn't 'like or trust you'."

He then sauntered beside Gary and pointed at a specific piece of writing, One was the handwriting from the letters, And the other was none other than Jimmy Hopkin's handwriting.

"But enough about him, I think we may have found the culprit, On the right is the handwriting from the letters, Obviously, And on the left is Jimmy's handwriting, Of course there are some differences in the way they write certain letters, But look closely, My friend."

Derby traced the letter with a gloved nail, the fabric scratching against the paper was an unpleasant sound.

"See how they both make the M look pointy? It has to be him."

the second Jimmy was mentioned he started to tune the annoying drawl of Derby, eyebrows knitting as he squinted and pulled the paper closer to his face, "What? but i..-" his fingers twitched and crumpled the paper a bit, "i checked- i.. i made sure." his voice cracked and oddly faltered.

his cheeks started heating up, nose scrunching up, "i made him copy the note right in front of me, his handwriting was different-" he paused for a second, eyes unfocusing and mumbles spilling out of him incoherently.

after a minute, he shook it off and looked towards Derby with an angry scowl, "who the hell do you think you are, huh? you richy fuck!" he crushed the paper in his hand, roughly hitting his fist into Derby's chest, "what's wrong with you!? you think you're funny, asshole!?" he glanced toward Bif as he took a few steps back, putting much needed distance between him and the preps.

But Derby didn't want to be protected, He pushed Bif's hand out of the way and snatched the balled up piece of paper from the ground.

"Well if your gonna act like that, Maybe we shouldnt've helped you, You pyschotic wretch!"

Derby then tossed the ball into the murky water, watching it drift off to probably dissolve, He shot a glare at Gary.

"You can't even fathom the fact that MAYBE, just MAYBE Jimmy wrote those notes? You can't fathom that maybe little Jimbo likes you back?"

He spoke almost condescendingly, putting one hand on his hip.

"What is wrong with you?!"

He huffed and puffed, pouting like a kid having a meltdown - which, to be fair, is what he is. - and turned away on principle, his hands tightening until it hurt, and he shuffled stiffly to drop onto one of the benches.

he sat there and breathed harshly for at least 6 minutes, before he shot up straight and dug his flip-phone from his sweater pocket, squinting under the light as he opened it. he grumbled under his breath as he clicked through to Jimmy's contact; lovingly saved under the name 'Jimmy Boy' with a smiley emoticon.

he paused, expression softening as he started at the last message Jimmy sent him, only 17 minutes ago, and reading; "gud luck finding the culprit lolz. lemme kno if u get jumped so i can beat sum preppy ass ;)"

Before Gary could be prepared, Derby thrusted his arms out and pushed the other boy into the cold, salty water, He didn't push him into the deep part of the water thankfully, But it still hurt.

"Loser!"

After the initial shock - and fear - of both the sudden cold and weight of the water, and losing his crutch, he popped back out of the water with a loud gasp for air, eyes finding the two running off quickly, "uphf- FUCK YOU, HARRINGTON!! I HOPE YOU DIE IN A WHOLE, YOU STUPID FUCK!!" he bobbed in the carefully moving water, pulling his hands from under the water and wiping his face, coughing up a bit of water.

"oh, fuck.. FUCK!" he felt himself shaking as he soaked in the chill, teeth chattering faintly as he started moving to the near shore, swimming slowly as his joints ached and legs felt like they were gonna fall off, "fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk me..."

he coughed up some more water as he dragged himself onto the sand, groaning as it stuck to his wet hands, "jesus christ, that guy needs serious therapy.." he twisted around to sit on his ass and pull off his soaked sweater and shoes.

"Gary? what the hell happened!?" he turned his head around as he heard jimmy, eyes finding him standing on the edge of the dock nearby, "oh, shit, Hopkins..." he gulped, shivering harder than he has in awhile, "my- uh.. my crutch.. it's on the- the dock.." he felt himself breathing heavier and couldn't tell if it was from the weight of the water and the cold, or a panic attack building up.

"that fuckin- DERBY, THE FUCKIN BASTARD!!" he watched as jimmy hopped off the dock and was by his side faster than he thought he would be, "fucker got his richy rich panties in a twist, damn fag pushed me in.." he winced as jimmy helped him stand, offering up his own sweater; dry and warm.

Gary eyed it for a second before moving to tug off his wet shirt, stumbling as he pulled it over his head, "screw what i said earlier about being civil, i want his ass in the ground.." he grumbled, tugging the dry sweater over himself; it was a little shorter than what he usually wore, but it was baggy and very, very warm.

"Yeah, who wouldn't... are you okay? you're shaking.." Jimmy let Gary lean into his side, arm wrapping around his thin frame - okay, jimmy was officially pissed. who the fuck pushes a disabled guy into the ocean? for FUN?

Jimmy managed to get Gary back onto one of the benches of the dock before he went further down the wood structure to get Gary's crutch - and phone, which he luckily dropped before it went into the water - and hurried back.

he frowned at the sight of Gary shaking, teeth chattering and skin tinted red, lips a bit blue, "f- fuck.. i'm freezing.." Gary mumbled, standing and leaning onto his crutch, letting Jimmy lead him by the arm to his shitty old car - which may or may not be stolen, he's not entirely sure.

He had to stand on the sidewalk while Jimmy dug out a towel and a blanket from the trunk, the bigger - much drier- boy moving as fast as he could, "shit, sorry dude.." he moved back besides Gary, tugging open the passenger door and dropping the blanket on the seat before holding to towel up around Gary's lower half and immediately adverting his eyes, "take off your pants, you're gonna freeze..."

Gary smirked through his insane discomfort, trembling, "God, asking me to strip? in public? how romantic.." he teased, but still complied - he was freezing, and if he had to take off his soaked pants on the side of the road to get back some body heat, he obviously is going to.

Jimmy took the soaked pants when Gary had the towel tied around his waist, wringing them out as Gary moved to sit in the car, "maybe i should've stayed, man.." he grunted moving to toss the wet clothes in the trunk before moving towards the driver door, "i should have known Derby was gonna pull some bullshit, i'm sorry, Gary." he ducked into his seat, still shivering despite being wrapped up in a dry sweater and blanket.

"hahh..- 's fine, you didn' know.." he curled in on himself, shifting in the car seat and leaning on the center-console, "can we jus go home..? i think i've got hypo- uhh.. hypother- thermal...?" he trailed off, words mashing together.

"Hypothermia." Jimmy corrected, already starting the car with a slow nod, "yeah, 'm sure petey's worried.." he swallowed, glancing at gary out of the corner of his eye as he pulled onto the road to the academy.

It's dark, cold and smells like salt water.

Gary sits on the end of the dock with dangling legs and the sandy breeze ruffling his hair, his crutch laying against the splinter filled wood beside him.

the agreed time was 9 o'clock, but he got there 30 minutes earlier; Jimmy was kind enough to be his ride, and was currently somewhere else in town, doing god-knows-what as he waits for Gary's message telling him to pick him up, which wouldn't be needed for awhile.

He perked up at the sound of shoes clicking against the wood behind him, waiting until they were only a few feet away to turn his head, looking over his shoulder at the guy looming over him; Derby Harrington.

"Oh, you finally showed..." he smirked, reaching for his crutch and adjusting his legs, "i was starting to think you were gonna puss out." he pulled himself up as he fixed him grip on his crutch, eyebrows twitching as he felt a hand on his arm steadying him until he was fully up.

"you've got that handwriting, don't you? who's is it, anyway..?" he raised a scarred eyebrow the best he could, holding his hand out with a raised eyebrow.

@gareth-hatesyou

sorry this is sooo short my goat, and im ultra sorry it took me so long to ACTUALLY write it 😢

hiii ryan

Derby looked down at the other boy when he spoke, He was flanked by his loyal bodyguard, Bif, He reached a gloved hand down to shake Gary's hand.

"I could say the same thing about you, Smith." He responded in a passive-aggressive tone, He sounded almost dissapointed Gary actually came.

He gestured to Bif with a nod, the larger boy proceeded to pull out a piece of paper from his back pocket, Bif handed the piece of paper to Derby, who unfolded it and handed it to Gary.

"Lets just say our handwriting guy would like to stay anonymous, He claims he doesn't 'like or trust you'."

He then sauntered beside Gary and pointed at a specific piece of writing, One was the handwriting from the letters, And the other was none other than Jimmy Hopkin's handwriting.

"But enough about him, I think we may have found the culprit, On the right is the handwriting from the letters, Obviously, And on the left is Jimmy's handwriting, Of course there are some differences in the way they write certain letters, But look closely, My friend."

Derby traced the letter with a gloved nail, the fabric scratching against the paper was an unpleasant sound.

"See how they both make the M look pointy? It has to be him."

the second Jimmy was mentioned he started to tune the annoying drawl of Derby, eyebrows knitting as he squinted and pulled the paper closer to his face, "What? but i..-" his fingers twitched and crumpled the paper a bit, "i checked- i.. i made sure." his voice cracked and oddly faltered.

his cheeks started heating up, nose scrunching up, "i made him copy the note right in front of me, his handwriting was different-" he paused for a second, eyes unfocusing and mumbles spilling out of him incoherently.

after a minute, he shook it off and looked towards Derby with an angry scowl, "who the hell do you think you are, huh? you richy fuck!" he crushed the paper in his hand, roughly hitting his fist into Derby's chest, "what's wrong with you!? you think you're funny, asshole!?" he glanced toward Bif as he took a few steps back, putting much needed distance between him and the preps.

But Derby didn't want to be protected, He pushed Bif's hand out of the way and snatched the balled up piece of paper from the ground.

"Well if your gonna act like that, Maybe we shouldnt've helped you, You pyschotic wretch!"

Derby then tossed the ball into the murky water, watching it drift off to probably dissolve, He shot a glare at Gary.

"You can't even fathom the fact that MAYBE, just MAYBE Jimmy wrote those notes? You can't fathom that maybe little Jimbo likes you back?"

He spoke almost condescendingly, putting one hand on his hip.

"What is wrong with you?!"

He huffed and puffed, pouting like a kid having a meltdown - which, to be fair, is what he is. - and turned away on principle, his hands tightening until it hurt, and he shuffled stiffly to drop onto one of the benches.

he sat there and breathed harshly for at least 6 minutes, before he shot up straight and dug his flip-phone from his sweater pocket, squinting under the light as he opened it. he grumbled under his breath as he clicked through to Jimmy's contact; lovingly saved under the name 'Jimmy Boy' with a smiley emoticon.

he paused, expression softening as he started at the last message Jimmy sent him, only 17 minutes ago, and reading; "gud luck finding the culprit lolz. lemme kno if u get jumped so i can beat sum preppy ass ;)"

It's dark, cold and smells like salt water.

Gary sits on the end of the dock with dangling legs and the sandy breeze ruffling his hair, his crutch laying against the splinter filled wood beside him.

the agreed time was 9 o'clock, but he got there 30 minutes earlier; Jimmy was kind enough to be his ride, and was currently somewhere else in town, doing god-knows-what as he waits for Gary's message telling him to pick him up, which wouldn't be needed for awhile.

He perked up at the sound of shoes clicking against the wood behind him, waiting until they were only a few feet away to turn his head, looking over his shoulder at the guy looming over him; Derby Harrington.

"Oh, you finally showed..." he smirked, reaching for his crutch and adjusting his legs, "i was starting to think you were gonna puss out." he pulled himself up as he fixed him grip on his crutch, eyebrows twitching as he felt a hand on his arm steadying him until he was fully up.

"you've got that handwriting, don't you? who's is it, anyway..?" he raised a scarred eyebrow the best he could, holding his hand out with a raised eyebrow.

@gareth-hatesyou

sorry this is sooo short my goat, and im ultra sorry it took me so long to ACTUALLY write it 😢

hiii ryan

Derby looked down at the other boy when he spoke, He was flanked by his loyal bodyguard, Bif, He reached a gloved hand down to shake Gary's hand.

"I could say the same thing about you, Smith." He responded in a passive-aggressive tone, He sounded almost dissapointed Gary actually came.

He gestured to Bif with a nod, the larger boy proceeded to pull out a piece of paper from his back pocket, Bif handed the piece of paper to Derby, who unfolded it and handed it to Gary.

"Lets just say our handwriting guy would like to stay anonymous, He claims he doesn't 'like or trust you'."

He then sauntered beside Gary and pointed at a specific piece of writing, One was the handwriting from the letters, And the other was none other than Jimmy Hopkin's handwriting.

"But enough about him, I think we may have found the culprit, On the right is the handwriting from the letters, Obviously, And on the left is Jimmy's handwriting, Of course there are some differences in the way they write certain letters, But look closely, My friend."

Derby traced the letter with a gloved nail, the fabric scratching against the paper was an unpleasant sound.

"See how they both make the M look pointy? It has to be him."

the second Jimmy was mentioned he started to tune the annoying drawl of Derby, eyebrows knitting as he squinted and pulled the paper closer to his face, "What? but i..-" his fingers twitched and crumpled the paper a bit, "i checked- i.. i made sure." his voice cracked and oddly faltered.

his cheeks started heating up, nose scrunching up, "i made him copy the note right in front of me, his handwriting was different-" he paused for a second, eyes unfocusing and mumbles spilling out of him incoherently.

after a minute, he shook it off and looked towards Derby with an angry scowl, "who the hell do you think you are, huh? you richy fuck!" he crushed the paper in his hand, roughly hitting his fist into Derby's chest, "what's wrong with you!? you think you're funny, asshole!?" he glanced toward Bif as he took a few steps back, putting much needed distance between him and the preps.

Jimmy had just walked into the boy’s dorm lounge room with his head high and chest out. Overly confident for someone with such a short stature.

He walked around to the opposite side of where Gary sits, leaning upon the armrest with a stupid grin on his face.

“What are you doin’…” he trailed off with a lilt in his voice that meant nothing if not trouble.

@bullworthsbestman

[] oh god, it's this fuckin guy again.. always flirtin with me in dms n shit... LOLOL

Gary cocked an eyebrow and eyed jimmy from the side, a scowl forming on his face, "Sitting, Hopkins." his eyes returned to his nails and the file in his hand, "would you care to join me? or do you prefer watching from afar, like the pervert we all know you are?"

“Hey, I’m not no perv!” He scooted a bit closer towards the actual seat portion of the couch. “But I’ll gladly sit beside you.”

he adjusted the file in his hand and nudge jimmy's shoes off the couch, "don't be gross, James." he shifted against the couch, sighing faintly as he toed off his own shoes, "it's never a good look, being so impolite, you know?" he pulled his own legs up and tucked them under himself, leaning into the arm of the couch.

His remark made Jimmy cock his head to the side. “Oh really? Then tell me the kind of person you do wanna marry.”

he snickers, holding his hand out infront of him proudly as it regained his attention, eyes inspecting the length, "i'm flattered, dear, really! though, i wouldn't say you have much of a chance.." - yes, yes he really does - "not with the scrunched face of yours, or that choppy buzz you've got." his eyebrows twitched together for a second, his hand turning as he brought it back closer to himself, deciding he wasn't done filing.

“Oh, the buzz?” He ruffled a bandaged hand between the short hairs. “The buzz isn’t so bad. I wouldn’t say something like that about yours. The bangs are a nice touch.”

Jimmy propped a knee up towards his chest, an arm draped overtop with his head resting against it. Eyes aflutter at this point.

gary realized, smirking teasingly as his eyes remained locked on his own hands, "Yes, i suppose Peter isn't such a bad guy.." he cocked his head to the side dramatically, looking up as he feigned thoughtfulness, "a bit too soft for me, however." he turned to look Jimmy face on, quickly putting on an innocent smile that never meant any good, "i seem to like guys a bit.. tougher- you know?"

he shrugged, eyes skipping off towards the TV box across the couch, currently playing whatever shitty cartoon was on at a low volume, "much prefer Peter as a friend, besides- i'm pretty sure he's into a girl, currently.. but that's just what i've heard."

he went back to filing his nails, now doing his right hand.

“Hah…” Jimmy chuckled nervously. “Yep. Pshh, what was I thinking? Peter’s a wuss.”

Mentally, he was facepalming. Screw anything else up while you’re at it, James.

But as he listed off more characteristics, he settled a bit. Still on edge, but actually understanding Gary. A bit.

he turns back to face Jimmy, eyes a bit watery and cheeks pink, "you can't really think i was talking about some imaginary guy, i mean- come on!" he twisted his body around, pulling his legs up and crawling towards Jimmy on the other side of the couch, head cocked and hair falling over his face, "surely you're joking, i can't imagine you're really this slow.."

he stopped a few inches away from his face, smiling widely as he dipped his head between his shoulder slightly to be eye level, eyebrow raising, "really, James?" he leaned in as close as he could without actually touching the other, watching Jimmy's face light up red.

"i wasn't talking about peter, or some made-up guy, moron.." his eyes dropped to the lower half of Jimmy's face, the feeling of a warm hand finding it's way to his back was strangely grounding and he felt safe enough to give in, to...

"GUYS!! YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT-" Petey's voice boomed through the cluttered hall as the doors to the dorm building opened wide, his smile wide and body already moving towards the couch.

Gary shot up first, of course, snapping out of his little trance fast enough to react - at least, kind of. by the time Petey reached the back of the couch, leaning over to look at his friends and bouncing on his heels, Gary was still sat between Jimmy's legs, and Jimmy himself was still bright red.

Peter grinned, eyeing them up before continuing, "ignoring that, for now..."

Jimmy had just walked into the boy’s dorm lounge room with his head high and chest out. Overly confident for someone with such a short stature.

He walked around to the opposite side of where Gary sits, leaning upon the armrest with a stupid grin on his face.

“What are you doin’…” he trailed off with a lilt in his voice that meant nothing if not trouble.

@bullworthsbestman

[] oh god, it's this fuckin guy again.. always flirtin with me in dms n shit... LOLOL

Gary cocked an eyebrow and eyed jimmy from the side, a scowl forming on his face, "Sitting, Hopkins." his eyes returned to his nails and the file in his hand, "would you care to join me? or do you prefer watching from afar, like the pervert we all know you are?"

“Hey, I’m not no perv!” He scooted a bit closer towards the actual seat portion of the couch. “But I’ll gladly sit beside you.”

he adjusted the file in his hand and nudge jimmy's shoes off the couch, "don't be gross, James." he shifted against the couch, sighing faintly as he toed off his own shoes, "it's never a good look, being so impolite, you know?" he pulled his own legs up and tucked them under himself, leaning into the arm of the couch.

His remark made Jimmy cock his head to the side. “Oh really? Then tell me the kind of person you do wanna marry.”

he snickers, holding his hand out infront of him proudly as it regained his attention, eyes inspecting the length, "i'm flattered, dear, really! though, i wouldn't say you have much of a chance.." - yes, yes he really does - "not with the scrunched face of yours, or that choppy buzz you've got." his eyebrows twitched together for a second, his hand turning as he brought it back closer to himself, deciding he wasn't done filing.

“Oh, the buzz?” He ruffled a bandaged hand between the short hairs. “The buzz isn’t so bad. I wouldn’t say something like that about yours. The bangs are a nice touch.”

Jimmy propped a knee up towards his chest, an arm draped overtop with his head resting against it. Eyes aflutter at this point.

gary realized, smirking teasingly as his eyes remained locked on his own hands, "Yes, i suppose Peter isn't such a bad guy.." he cocked his head to the side dramatically, looking up as he feigned thoughtfulness, "a bit too soft for me, however." he turned to look Jimmy face on, quickly putting on an innocent smile that never meant any good, "i seem to like guys a bit.. tougher- you know?"

he shrugged, eyes skipping off towards the TV box across the couch, currently playing whatever shitty cartoon was on at a low volume, "much prefer Peter as a friend, besides- i'm pretty sure he's into a girl, currently.. but that's just what i've heard."

he went back to filing his nails, now doing his right hand.

“Hah…” Jimmy chuckled nervously. “Yep. Pshh, what was I thinking? Peter’s a wuss.”

Mentally, he was facepalming. Screw anything else up while you’re at it, James.

But as he listed off more characteristics, he settled a bit. Still on edge, but actually understanding Gary. A bit.

Jimmy had just walked into the boy’s dorm lounge room with his head high and chest out. Overly confident for someone with such a short stature.

He walked around to the opposite side of where Gary sits, leaning upon the armrest with a stupid grin on his face.

“What are you doin’…” he trailed off with a lilt in his voice that meant nothing if not trouble.

@bullworthsbestman

[] oh god, it's this fuckin guy again.. always flirtin with me in dms n shit... LOLOL

Gary cocked an eyebrow and eyed jimmy from the side, a scowl forming on his face, "Sitting, Hopkins." his eyes returned to his nails and the file in his hand, "would you care to join me? or do you prefer watching from afar, like the pervert we all know you are?"

“Hey, I’m not no perv!” He scooted a bit closer towards the actual seat portion of the couch. “But I’ll gladly sit beside you.”

he adjusted the file in his hand and nudge jimmy's shoes off the couch, "don't be gross, James." he shifted against the couch, sighing faintly as he toed off his own shoes, "it's never a good look, being so impolite, you know?" he pulled his own legs up and tucked them under himself, leaning into the arm of the couch.

His remark made Jimmy cock his head to the side. “Oh really? Then tell me the kind of person you do wanna marry.”

he snickers, holding his hand out infront of him proudly as it regained his attention, eyes inspecting the length, "i'm flattered, dear, really! though, i wouldn't say you have much of a chance.." - yes, yes he really does - "not with the scrunched face of yours, or that choppy buzz you've got." his eyebrows twitched together for a second, his hand turning as he brought it back closer to himself, deciding he wasn't done filing.

“Oh, the buzz?” He ruffled a bandaged hand between the short hairs. “The buzz isn’t so bad. I wouldn’t say something like that about yours. The bangs are a nice touch.”

Jimmy propped a knee up towards his chest, an arm draped overtop with his head resting against it. Eyes aflutter at this point.

gary realized, smirking teasingly as his eyes remained locked on his own hands, "Yes, i suppose Peter isn't such a bad guy.." he cocked his head to the side dramatically, looking up as he feigned thoughtfulness, "a bit too soft for me, however." he turned to look Jimmy face on, quickly putting on an innocent smile that never meant any good, "i seem to like guys a bit.. tougher- you know?"

he shrugged, eyes skipping off towards the TV box across the couch, currently playing whatever shitty cartoon was on at a low volume, "much prefer Peter as a friend, besides- i'm pretty sure he's into a girl, currently.. but that's just what i've heard."

he went back to filing his nails, now doing his right hand.

Jimmy had just walked into the boy’s dorm lounge room with his head high and chest out. Overly confident for someone with such a short stature.

He walked around to the opposite side of where Gary sits, leaning upon the armrest with a stupid grin on his face.

“What are you doin’…” he trailed off with a lilt in his voice that meant nothing if not trouble.

@bullworthsbestman

[] oh god, it's this fuckin guy again.. always flirtin with me in dms n shit... LOLOL

Gary cocked an eyebrow and eyed jimmy from the side, a scowl forming on his face, "Sitting, Hopkins." his eyes returned to his nails and the file in his hand, "would you care to join me? or do you prefer watching from afar, like the pervert we all know you are?"

“Hey, I’m not no perv!” He scooted a bit closer towards the actual seat portion of the couch. “But I’ll gladly sit beside you.”

he adjusted the file in his hand and nudge jimmy's shoes off the couch, "don't be gross, James." he shifted against the couch, sighing faintly as he toed off his own shoes, "it's never a good look, being so impolite, you know?" he pulled his own legs up and tucked them under himself, leaning into the arm of the couch.

His remark made Jimmy cock his head to the side. “Oh really? Then tell me the kind of person you do wanna marry.”

he snickers, holding his hand out infront of him proudly as it regained his attention, eyes inspecting the length, "i'm flattered, dear, really! though, i wouldn't say you have much of a chance.." - yes, yes he really does - "not with the scrunched face of yours, or that choppy buzz you've got." his eyebrows twitched together for a second, his hand turning as he brought it back closer to himself, deciding he wasn't done filing.

Jimmy had just walked into the boy’s dorm lounge room with his head high and chest out. Overly confident for someone with such a short stature.

He walked around to the opposite side of where Gary sits, leaning upon the armrest with a stupid grin on his face.

“What are you doin’…” he trailed off with a lilt in his voice that meant nothing if not trouble.

@bullworthsbestman

[] oh god, it's this fuckin guy again.. always flirtin with me in dms n shit... LOLOL

Gary cocked an eyebrow and eyed jimmy from the side, a scowl forming on his face, "Sitting, Hopkins." his eyes returned to his nails and the file in his hand, "would you care to join me? or do you prefer watching from afar, like the pervert we all know you are?"

“Hey, I’m not no perv!” He scooted a bit closer towards the actual seat portion of the couch. “But I’ll gladly sit beside you.”

he adjusted the file in his hand and nudge jimmy's shoes off the couch, "don't be gross, James." he shifted against the couch, sighing faintly as he toed off his own shoes, "it's never a good look, being so impolite, you know?" he pulled his own legs up and tucked them under himself, leaning into the arm of the couch.

Well, yes. but everyone knows about that.

what he means by 'allegations' is beyond me, seriously.

keep your voice down, you richy rich fuck, he still isn't aware that was me.

two; the hell did i do to you, man? are you so peeved i didn't want to flirt with you, rich boy~?

FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF RICHY RICH SHIT!! YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY, HUH??

yes. okay. nine.

Well, yes. but everyone knows about that.

what he means by 'allegations' is beyond me, seriously.

keep your voice down, you richy rich fuck, he still isn't aware that was me.

two; the hell did i do to you, man? are you so peeved i didn't want to flirt with you, rich boy~?

FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF RICHY RICH SHIT!! YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY, HUH??

Well, yes. but everyone knows about that.

what he means by 'allegations' is beyond me, seriously.

keep your voice down, you richy rich fuck, he still isn't aware that was me.

two; the hell did i do to you, man? are you so peeved i didn't want to flirt with you, rich boy~?

Well, yes. but everyone knows about that.

what he means by 'allegations' is beyond me, seriously.

keep your voice down, you richy rich fuck, he still isn't aware that was me.

two; the hell did i do to you, man? are you so peeved i didn't want to flirt with you, rich boy~?