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So maybe Christian had gone a little overboard. He’d signed up for one-on-one online ASL classes and the past few weeks had been spent celebrating Christmas... and learning to sign. He was nervous as hell, though. It was one thing to work with a teacher, it was another thing to try to have actual conversations with Owen. But he had learned so much more about basic sign, and he hoped Owen noticed. He had a bet with himself that he had to keep his phone in his pocket for as long as possible. But they were meeting up at a coffeeshop again and Christian was bundled up- wearing light colored gloves because he had read it was better and easier to see, especially against his dark peacoat. 

He might’ve spent a little longer than expected on his hair. And checked his outfit a few times. He was still reeling over how quickly they’d gotten along- and still kicking himself for having to stop their fun after their first date. But they were still texting, Owen still seemed interested... so there was hope there, right? They were going on another date after all... he walked himself into the little coffeeshop and grabbed a table before it filled up, leaning his cane against the chair. It was a cozy corner, out of the way, near a fireplace. He slid his jacket off, gloves and scarf off for now, wearing a nice and fitted button-up, rolling the sleeves up with a shy little smile as he saw Owen walking in. He signed: ‘Hello, handsome. I got here early to get a table. It looks... like you had the same idea.’ His signing was still a little slower than someone who was fluent, but he had his phone tucked away. 

@owenmason​

Kristen sighed shaking her head a soft smile taking form. “Well, if we’re judging on what happened back in fourth grade, I at least hope you’ve gotten better at kissing.” she teased. 

Had he known that the party supplied their own little masks for costumes, Matty wouldn’t have dressed up in his own. He was of course, dressed up as Jesus. When your birthday is on Christmas, you don’t really pass up any of the jokes. He ordered a drink from the bartender and sipped it, looking around for his boyfriend. The drink was amazing, not tasting of alcohol at all, and Matty downed it pretty quickly. His next drink had been drunk almost just as quick, and he had just ordered another one when Gabe finally arrived. “Finally! I’ve been waiting for you. I ordered you a drink.” It wasn’t actually for Gabe, but Matty didn’t want him to think he wasn’t always thinking of him.

Quinn was being a bad person again. She called up her new dealer, and bought some *cough, cough* drugs. It was only weed, what was the harm? As she walked away from her dealer and turned the corner, Quinn saw a familiar face. She walked slower, trying to get an idea of where she’d seen that person’s face. Quinn snapped her fingers when she remembered where she’d seen the girl. Quinn had seen her hanging around her dealer a lot. She thought maybe they were together, but she’d learned quickly that the girl just liked to get high a lot. 

When Quinn got closer, she put a smile on her face and said, “Hey, you know Dylan, right?”

Jaemin: I told you this number is for business only