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burning_youth
Dec. 3rd, 2023 05:16 pmbriceBrice didn't really know what he was getting in to. At the school, he'd always been a background player. Family rich enough to keep him from the bottom, not powerful enough (yet) to be considered top tier. But still, he'd someone ended up in Warren's orbit and their texts back and forth had been fun. The idea of eating greasy food and watching a movie with him was enough to keep Brice's attention.
After shooting off his address in case War didn't have it, Brice fluttered around his parents' home, trying to decide what needed to be hidden or what deserved more time in the spotlight. This just left him not doing anything but he made sure the iced tea was ready to go as well as some sports drinks and sodas from the basement he moved up from the basement.
Unsure what to wear, Brice didn't want to try too hard or come off too desperate so he'd decided on comfy gray cotton pants and a larger-than-necessary long-sleeved shirt. He was used to hiding his physique, because it wasn't like anyone cared anyway.
At the knock at the door, Brice floated off the sofa in a rush and settled himself to walk to the door, heart hammering in his chest. He knew enough to ask, but if it was Warren, the door would swing open with no effort.
After shooting off his address in case War didn't have it, Brice fluttered around his parents' home, trying to decide what needed to be hidden or what deserved more time in the spotlight. This just left him not doing anything but he made sure the iced tea was ready to go as well as some sports drinks and sodas from the basement he moved up from the basement.
Unsure what to wear, Brice didn't want to try too hard or come off too desperate so he'd decided on comfy gray cotton pants and a larger-than-necessary long-sleeved shirt. He was used to hiding his physique, because it wasn't like anyone cared anyway.
At the knock at the door, Brice floated off the sofa in a rush and settled himself to walk to the door, heart hammering in his chest. He knew enough to ask, but if it was Warren, the door would swing open with no effort.
