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Yaoi:
Travis was on some site; the fifth one actually. The others got to graphic and detailed. And, frankly, what he saw, almost disgusted him. The bottoms, or 'Uke's, were usually crying; while the tops, or 'Seme's were usually brutal.
The only thing that kept him instrested was, well, some of it was actually hot. When, you know, the bottoms weren't crying or looking like they were about to.
He was leaning against the arm of the couch; which Zeke just happened to stroll by and see what was on the screen of his laptop.
"Umm..." Travis stopped scrolling. "What are you looking at?"
Travis looked up to him. "S'weird, ain't it?" He clicked back one page to show a very tearful 'Uke'. "Do I look like that when we fuck?"
Zeke looked at the page; face scrunched up in slight disgust and confusion. "Only sometimes. But not that bad." Travis clicked on back and continued to scroll. "Again, what are you looking at?"
"S'called Yaoi, or somethin'. It can get really gross." He clicked on a picture showing a very muscular man who was far too endowded for it to be based off a person. "See this? It's fuckin' gross." Zeke looked.
"People aren't that muscular... Well.. Your brother is prett-"
"Ugh. Don't put an image of him in my head while looking at this stuff." He scrubbed his face. "Agh! You fucker! I can't get it out of my head!"
Zeke laughed. "Who told you about this stuff, anyways?"
Travis sighed. "Hanna. She said there's a girl version of this, but I didn't care to know what the hell it was called." Zeke raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm..."
Yuri:
There was a light peeking into Travis' eyes. He rolled over to look at the clock. 3:30 A.M. To fuckin' early for it to be sun.
He rolled over again to see Zeke playing on Travis' computer. "What're ya doin'? It's three in the Goddamn mornin'." Then Travis saw what he was doing. "You're a pervert. Don't look up that shit on my computer."
"It's worse than that.. Yaoi stuff. It's called Yuri." He clicked on an image. It showed a girl with way-too-big-to-be-real breasts. "It's unrealistic."
Travis looked over. "It's for guys. Not girls... Or guys that fuck other guys."
Zeke scoffed. "Have you even seen a vagina?" Travis punched him in the arm. "Hey. You're the stricly-dickly, so I thought you've never seen one... Like a real one." Travis rolled back over.
"I've seen one. Nick always had slutty girls over. They didn't care if I was there, they'd walk around without clothes on." Travis shivered. "You know how gross that is? I've seen more tits, pussy, and girl-ass at thirteen than I'd ever want too."
"With all that, you'd think you'd be straight." Travis punched him again. "Bi?" Another hit. "Quit hitting me!"
"Shut up. People are sleeping."
The Glitch Mob:
Travis wasn't new to technology. He just never spent much time with it. So lately, he's been finding new sites. To him at least.
Austin showed him YouTube.
"You can look up pretty much anything on here." He grabbed his laptop and typed in The Glitch Mob.
"What's 'The Glitch Mob'?" Travis looked at the computer. There was a lot of thumbnails with weird titles. "What's 'Nalepa Monday'?"
Austin clicked on it. A song started playing. He watched Travis' reaction.
At first, he was confused; no body was singing. Then he was in awe. "This is a song?" Austin nodded. "It's just sounds though."
"That mostly what The Glitch Mob does. They make things sound really cool." Travis nodded.
"What about that one?" He pointed to a picture of a woman smoking with dots surrounding her.
Austin shook his head. "I don't think you'd like that one." Travis took the laptop and clicked on the picture.
After some of it played, Travis paused it. "Yeah. I don't like it."
Dubstep:
Ammilia wanted to prove a point: The Glitch Mob copied Dubstep. When she pulled up a song, Travis couldn't hear the difference between the two styles.
"How can you not hear it?!" Travis shrugged.
"The both make things sound cool, who cares." Ammilia sighed.
"Only if I could be so simple-minded."
Facebook:
Farrah was setting up on for him. "I don't need one, 'cause I'm never going to get on it."
Travis wasn't even really sure what a Facebook was. "You need one. Everyone has one." Travis sighed.
"No I don't. And I don't really care-"
"Too late! You have one!" She showed him the computer. She pointed to his picture. "Look how cute you are there! You'll get friend invites in no time."
Travis looked at the picture. It was one with him smiling at Zeke because Zeke was holding Travis' hands to his lips. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Farrah laughed. "No, shut up! Get that off there!"
She pushed Travis off the couch. "Shut up. It's cute. Girls love gay guys."
Tumblr:
"No. I don't want one. Farrah made me a Goddamn Facebook. I don't need something else I'm never going to get on."
Hanna giggled. "But it's fun! You can follow people for things and they'll fill your dash with whatever it is."
"Nope. Not doing it." Hanna sighed.
She leaned over into him, and whispered in his ear, "There's a lot of gay GIFs and videos on here. Them fucking. Masturbating. Giving-"
"SHUT UP! I don't care! I don't want one."
Hanna laughed at his reddened face.
Facebook 2:
Travis punched Farrah in the shoulder the second he saw her at lunch. "The fuck?"
"Because of you, I have all these girls and really gay guys and old, creepy guys askin' for my phone number!"
Farrah laugh so hard her eyes watered. "Oh, man. That's great."
"Yeah. We'll see how great it is when I give them your number."
Travis was on some site; the fifth one actually. The others got to graphic and detailed. And, frankly, what he saw, almost disgusted him. The bottoms, or 'Uke's, were usually crying; while the tops, or 'Seme's were usually brutal.
The only thing that kept him instrested was, well, some of it was actually hot. When, you know, the bottoms weren't crying or looking like they were about to.
He was leaning against the arm of the couch; which Zeke just happened to stroll by and see what was on the screen of his laptop.
"Umm..." Travis stopped scrolling. "What are you looking at?"
Travis looked up to him. "S'weird, ain't it?" He clicked back one page to show a very tearful 'Uke'. "Do I look like that when we fuck?"
Zeke looked at the page; face scrunched up in slight disgust and confusion. "Only sometimes. But not that bad." Travis clicked on back and continued to scroll. "Again, what are you looking at?"
"S'called Yaoi, or somethin'. It can get really gross." He clicked on a picture showing a very muscular man who was far too endowded for it to be based off a person. "See this? It's fuckin' gross." Zeke looked.
"People aren't that muscular... Well.. Your brother is prett-"
"Ugh. Don't put an image of him in my head while looking at this stuff." He scrubbed his face. "Agh! You fucker! I can't get it out of my head!"
Zeke laughed. "Who told you about this stuff, anyways?"
Travis sighed. "Hanna. She said there's a girl version of this, but I didn't care to know what the hell it was called." Zeke raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm..."
Yuri:
There was a light peeking into Travis' eyes. He rolled over to look at the clock. 3:30 A.M. To fuckin' early for it to be sun.
He rolled over again to see Zeke playing on Travis' computer. "What're ya doin'? It's three in the Goddamn mornin'." Then Travis saw what he was doing. "You're a pervert. Don't look up that shit on my computer."
"It's worse than that.. Yaoi stuff. It's called Yuri." He clicked on an image. It showed a girl with way-too-big-to-be-real breasts. "It's unrealistic."
Travis looked over. "It's for guys. Not girls... Or guys that fuck other guys."
Zeke scoffed. "Have you even seen a vagina?" Travis punched him in the arm. "Hey. You're the stricly-dickly, so I thought you've never seen one... Like a real one." Travis rolled back over.
"I've seen one. Nick always had slutty girls over. They didn't care if I was there, they'd walk around without clothes on." Travis shivered. "You know how gross that is? I've seen more tits, pussy, and girl-ass at thirteen than I'd ever want too."
"With all that, you'd think you'd be straight." Travis punched him again. "Bi?" Another hit. "Quit hitting me!"
"Shut up. People are sleeping."
The Glitch Mob:
Travis wasn't new to technology. He just never spent much time with it. So lately, he's been finding new sites. To him at least.
Austin showed him YouTube.
"You can look up pretty much anything on here." He grabbed his laptop and typed in The Glitch Mob.
"What's 'The Glitch Mob'?" Travis looked at the computer. There was a lot of thumbnails with weird titles. "What's 'Nalepa Monday'?"
Austin clicked on it. A song started playing. He watched Travis' reaction.
At first, he was confused; no body was singing. Then he was in awe. "This is a song?" Austin nodded. "It's just sounds though."
"That mostly what The Glitch Mob does. They make things sound really cool." Travis nodded.
"What about that one?" He pointed to a picture of a woman smoking with dots surrounding her.
Austin shook his head. "I don't think you'd like that one." Travis took the laptop and clicked on the picture.
After some of it played, Travis paused it. "Yeah. I don't like it."
Dubstep:
Ammilia wanted to prove a point: The Glitch Mob copied Dubstep. When she pulled up a song, Travis couldn't hear the difference between the two styles.
"How can you not hear it?!" Travis shrugged.
"The both make things sound cool, who cares." Ammilia sighed.
"Only if I could be so simple-minded."
Facebook:
Farrah was setting up on for him. "I don't need one, 'cause I'm never going to get on it."
Travis wasn't even really sure what a Facebook was. "You need one. Everyone has one." Travis sighed.
"No I don't. And I don't really care-"
"Too late! You have one!" She showed him the computer. She pointed to his picture. "Look how cute you are there! You'll get friend invites in no time."
Travis looked at the picture. It was one with him smiling at Zeke because Zeke was holding Travis' hands to his lips. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Farrah laughed. "No, shut up! Get that off there!"
She pushed Travis off the couch. "Shut up. It's cute. Girls love gay guys."
Tumblr:
"No. I don't want one. Farrah made me a Goddamn Facebook. I don't need something else I'm never going to get on."
Hanna giggled. "But it's fun! You can follow people for things and they'll fill your dash with whatever it is."
"Nope. Not doing it." Hanna sighed.
She leaned over into him, and whispered in his ear, "There's a lot of gay GIFs and videos on here. Them fucking. Masturbating. Giving-"
"SHUT UP! I don't care! I don't want one."
Hanna laughed at his reddened face.
Facebook 2:
Travis punched Farrah in the shoulder the second he saw her at lunch. "The fuck?"
"Because of you, I have all these girls and really gay guys and old, creepy guys askin' for my phone number!"
Farrah laugh so hard her eyes watered. "Oh, man. That's great."
"Yeah. We'll see how great it is when I give them your number."