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HELLO, FLIST AND UNKNOWN STALKERS
So it's come to my attention that I have not given out a single Valentine yet today. I do have two plans for gifts for my girlfriend and girlfriend-in-law, but those probably won't be finished for a little while longer.
To make up for this, I've decided to host a
FUCKED-UP LOVE MEMESee, I'm bad at things ( Read more... )
So it's come to my attention that I have not given out a single Valentine yet today. I do have two plans for gifts for my girlfriend and girlfriend-in-law, but those probably won't be finished for a little while longer.
To make up for this, I've decided to host a
FUCKED-UP LOVE MEMESee, I'm bad at things ( Read more... )
"Someone will, believe me. Now stop drinking and make her forget, I'm calling a cab."
Brendon pouts, but it doesn't seem to work any better on Spencer than it does on William or Carden, so he sighs and starts to coax the girl into opening her eyes while Spencer starts punching numbers into his cell phone.
"Hey," he says quietly, locking eyes with her the first chance he gets, "Pay attention. You're gonna forget everything that happened tonight, okay?" Her jaw's slack, her eyes not quiet focused, but he can see her nod. "Good. Now--"
"Could you get her address? She needs somewhere to go."
"Yeah, okay," he mumbles, not breaking eye contact. "Where do you live?"
Once they've gotten her in the cab--a little confused but functional enough to walk to her apartment--they decide to head home.
"What was that?"
Spencer looks at him, eyebrow raised.
"I mean, yeah, if you really don't want to kill humans, fine, but you gave her cab fare?"
"Humans pay for their food. I don't see why we shouldn't."
Brendon walks in silence for a while. Spencer's so weird sometimes.
"I still don't get why we can't just kill them. She was so tasty!"
"You've fed enough already tonight, you're going to get fat."
"Blood makes you fat?"
"Yes, and even if it didn't, you're living with me. My rules."
"Shitty rules."
"And a shitty apartment to go with it. Deal."
Brendon figures pouting until his lips go numb won't help anything, so instead he sighs and leans his head on Spencer's shoulder. "Fine. I'll take the shitty rules, the shitty apartment, and the non-shitty Spencer Smith."
"Get off of me, you're going to make me fall." But then Spencer's arm is wrapping around his shoulder, and it's not like Brendon could lean away anyway.
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