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"I supose." He replied, starting to walk down the hallway, he hadn't really taken the time to observe when he'd come up, but now his eyes circled the space. He was more at ease now that he was with Antonio, but the sound of other people made him tense up. He moved a little closer to the boy...

Beck closed the door behind him, and nodded,"That sounds good, I suck at cooking." He thought back to the few times where he completely failed at cooking. "It once took me three tries to make a cake because I keep messing up, and this one time I attempted to cook bacon and forgot about it, and...

C-can you reply please? I don't mean to be pushy or anything, I just been waiting awhile. @WannabePunk

Here's us Canadians next door that can't have it yet ;-; I want Pokemon go so bad.

"Cool." Beck slid off the bed, and slipped on his boots. He made his way do the door and opened it, stepping back to let Antonio go first. Sticking his hand in his pocket. @WannabePunk

"Eighteen," He answered, "I know, I'm so old." He sat up, and looked around the room. "Hey, do you want to go for a walk?" He asked, Beck had a hard time sitting still. He always had to be doing something and so he often fidgeted. He cracked his knuckles, and looked over at Antonio, waiting for...

Beck laughed along with him, a grin appearing on his face. "This just keeps getting better and better." Still smiling he turned his head to Antonio,"How old are you? I never asked." His anxiety from earlier had diminished, and he was now speaking openly with Antonio. Who would've thought, maybe...

"Yeah!" Beck's smile widened, "everyone would swoon at us sexy beasts, as we played our songs." He flipped on to his back, resting his hand on his stomach. He'd never had such a silly conversation with someone before, he liked it, he liked having a friend. At least he hoped they were friends...

Beck listened intently, and flopped onto his side, stretching out his legs, resting his head on his arm. "We can start a band." He said jokingly, tracing lazy circles on the comforter with his finger. He liked Antonio, he would even go so far as to say he trusted him, even if it had been only a...

"Oh, cool. If I'm being honest kids kind of scare me, but I guess most people scare me, so..." He pulled his legs up, so he was sitting cross-legged, mirth displayed across his face. "I stick to playing the violin, and piano for the most part. And acting, I like acting." He added the last part...

Beck nodded, and shrugged the flag off letting it fall onto the bed. He stood, and moved in front of his bag, sifting through his clothes, and pulling out a fitted gray tee, and black Adidas sweatpants. He undid his button-up, and removed it, revealing his pale, muscled torso. He turned away...

"We can be single together," he let out a soft laugh. His hair was falling down into his face as he toed the ground with his boot. He glanced back, out the window, how long had he been here? Looking back over at Antonio, he spoke, "You don't mind if I change into more comfortable clothes, do...

"Yeah, I get it...." He trailed off into thought, Antonio was cool. Beck was actually comfortable with talking to someone for once, well, not completely. He pulled the flag closer around him as he searched his mind for something to ask Antonio. He didn't want him to feel like he was doing all...

"Yeah, it's the standard rainbow one, I have a Pansexual one back home too." He sat down on the edge of his bed, and unzipped his bag, pulling his flag out of it, and draping it over his shoulders. It was nice to talk to someone about this, besides his moms most people he knew were Cis and...

A shy smile made it's way onto his face, he found Antonio's rambling actually kind of cute. "All I brought was a pride flag that my moms gave me" He was silent for a moment, "Candles are okay by the way." He brought his hands up to the back of his neck, rubbing the smooth skin nervously. The...

"Sure." Beck started picking at a string on his shirt. He felt awkward standing here, although he did feel alittle more at ease around Antonio. Maybe it was because the kid was short, and pudgey, and just overall unthreatening, or maybe it was because it seemed like he felt just as awkward as...

"Uh, yeah." He answered, beginning to chew on his lip. He set his bag down on the edge of his bed, careful to stay away from the girl. He hadn't really brought much besides essentials. Beck glanced over at Antonio, he was nice, Beck could befriend him, he needed at least one friend in this...

"Uh, um...." He was having a hard time saying anything. "I...I'm Beck." He stuck his hand in the pocket of his gray khakis, trying to hide that it was shaking. He looked at Antonio under his light lashes. The boy was shorter than him, cute, he thought to himself, before looking away. His eyes...

"Thanks." He whispered, more to himself then to her, and watched her go. Beck turned back to the door, and found himself in the same position as earlier. Open the door, possibly have to meet someone or stand out here, staring at a door. With his free hand, he rubbed the back of his neck, go in...

Beck nodded, "I think it's on, um, floor two, room five." He shifted his weight from his left to right leg. His bag was started to grow heavy in his grasp, and he really wanted to get to his room, so he could curl up in his bed and ignore everyone. His blue gaze was once again on Rosalie. Maybe...