Qwertycakes
Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?
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Gavin Casablancas
Some princes don't become kings
“Oh, ah…I--thanks,” Instantly tongue-tied, Gavin blushed when Alyssa returned the compliment. Though he was quite sure she only did so to be nice, and not because of any genuine attraction on her end.
“Are you cold?” Gavin asked, quickly stripping his flannel off to his plain white tee shirt. While he was enjoying looking at her in that tiny dress, it suddenly occurred to him that there was a slight chill in the night air, and he’d dragged her outside when she didn’t have much on to keep herself warm. Without waiting for an answer, he paused to then drape the garment gingerly over her shoulders.
“You have your own place?” The boy peeked over at Aly with raised eyebrows, unable to hide how impressed he was. “Wow, that's awesome. I just live with my parents,” He added sheepishly, attempting to play it off with a small laugh and shrug, but he was clearly a bit embarrassed by the admission. While most college kids his age have already moved out into their first dorm at least, the anxiety over rooming with some stranger was just too much for Gavin to handle. Living at home seemed the only feasible option until he could afford an apartment of his own someday.
“Me? Not much. Just school, I guess,” Gav shrugged, hands shoved into his pockets as the pair continued to walk side by side, to keep from nervously fiddling with them.
Watching his sneakers lightly hit the pavement, his bright blue gaze inevitably wandered back to Aly as she spoke, momentarily transfixed by how beautifully the moonbeams reflected off her dark hair and creamy complexion. “Yeah, totally…” Gav answered absently, after a few seconds of silence while he realized it was his turn to speak. “That's cool,” He added with a reassuring smile at her decision to attend college elsewhere. “You're really not missing much at UCP.”
“What you thinking about going to school for?” He scanned her face instead of looking ahead, as if he could somehow guess the answer by her expression. Gavin was always impressed with people who knew exactly what they wanted out of life. He himself, he had no clue.
It was definitely part of the reason why he never tried for some faraway Ivy League university education. Sure, he always got excellent grades, but high school was now over. There was nobody who could make the decision for him anymore, or instruct him on what he was supposed to do with his life now. Dicking around at UCP was just the simplest path of least resistance, and the best way to avoid any kind of scary new adventure.
“Are you cold?” Gavin asked, quickly stripping his flannel off to his plain white tee shirt. While he was enjoying looking at her in that tiny dress, it suddenly occurred to him that there was a slight chill in the night air, and he’d dragged her outside when she didn’t have much on to keep herself warm. Without waiting for an answer, he paused to then drape the garment gingerly over her shoulders.
“You have your own place?” The boy peeked over at Aly with raised eyebrows, unable to hide how impressed he was. “Wow, that's awesome. I just live with my parents,” He added sheepishly, attempting to play it off with a small laugh and shrug, but he was clearly a bit embarrassed by the admission. While most college kids his age have already moved out into their first dorm at least, the anxiety over rooming with some stranger was just too much for Gavin to handle. Living at home seemed the only feasible option until he could afford an apartment of his own someday.
“Me? Not much. Just school, I guess,” Gav shrugged, hands shoved into his pockets as the pair continued to walk side by side, to keep from nervously fiddling with them.
Watching his sneakers lightly hit the pavement, his bright blue gaze inevitably wandered back to Aly as she spoke, momentarily transfixed by how beautifully the moonbeams reflected off her dark hair and creamy complexion. “Yeah, totally…” Gav answered absently, after a few seconds of silence while he realized it was his turn to speak. “That's cool,” He added with a reassuring smile at her decision to attend college elsewhere. “You're really not missing much at UCP.”
“What you thinking about going to school for?” He scanned her face instead of looking ahead, as if he could somehow guess the answer by her expression. Gavin was always impressed with people who knew exactly what they wanted out of life. He himself, he had no clue.
It was definitely part of the reason why he never tried for some faraway Ivy League university education. Sure, he always got excellent grades, but high school was now over. There was nobody who could make the decision for him anymore, or instruct him on what he was supposed to do with his life now. Dicking around at UCP was just the simplest path of least resistance, and the best way to avoid any kind of scary new adventure.
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