Thirty-seven

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As Jaxton walked to the boys house he thought, about him, how sarcastic and quick witted and nonchalant and decisive and.. beautiful he was, he shook his head- he couldn't be attracted to Dylan. Could he?. Maybe.
But Jaxton, did not want to be attracted to Dylan, because well- for one Dylan, as far as Jaxton knew was straight "as straight as a fucking ruler" he grumbled, kicking a small pebble in front of him. He watched it skim and bounce against the ground until meeting its fait on the curb of the pavement with all of the other discarded stones and pebbles,
he sighed deeply, his head hung low, that was until he reached the familiar street of which his blonde haired friend resided.
"Jaxton"?" Dylan's mum, Julia, questioned opening the door, "mum, I told you Id get it" the short blonde was gently pushed out of the way, to reveal the boy of whom Jaxton had been thinking about, he quickly looked over what Dylan was wearing. A pair of grey sweat pants, a tight tank top which out lined his abs, a pair off socks -odd one black one white- and his gold chain his father passed down to him. "Dude come in, mum is it okay if Jax stays the night?" he asked briefly glancing over to the petite women, she nodded with a small smile- upon seeing the stray tears that trickled down Jaxton's cheeks, tears of which,- he did not know where there.




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