{D'Marcus}
Elias left my room, slamming the door behind him. I could hear his harsh, angry footsteps enter the livingroom.
"Am I not allowed here?" Tobias asked, staring at the door, eyes wide.
"I wouldn't have brought you here if you weren't allowed..." I sighed and turned to Tobias.
He turned to look at me.
"You are so hot." Tobias said, his eyes scanning my face a little.
I looked down at my notebook.
"Okay, I have canvases in my closet..." I stood up, walking to my closet, pulling it open.
"Of course you have canvases in your damn closet" Tobias said, snorting. What was that supposed to mean? Probably just a joke or whatever.
"And?" I said, grabbing two canvases.
I looked at them, measuring then with my eyes. They were the perfect size.
I turned around and walked back to my bed, handing a canvas to Tobias.
"Why do you have two?" He asked, tilting his head.
"I'm going to draw your interest, and you will draw mine." I stated, grabbing my notebook and pen, writing down a list of things I like,
Color: sage green
Food: spaghetti
Time of day: night
Activity(es): painting, skating
Season: Autumn
"What the fuck is Autumn?" Tobias asked as I finished my short list.
"You don't know what Autumn is?" I tilted my head, my eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
"I know a girl named Autumn, she's very bad at giving head..." Tobias shook his head slowly.
"So you actually don't know?" I asked. How could someone not know? Doesn't everyone learn about seasons in like.. elementary school? Michael probably didn't even go to elementary school, his parents probably paid his way to high school. But he seems kinda smart sometimes, I've heard him use big words like 'eleutheromania'... but he doesn't know what Autumn is? He's probably just messing with me.
"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't" Tobias barked. I wanna punch him so hard sometimes.
"Autumn is fall.. fucking idiot" I rolled my eyes as the dumbfounding look Tobias gave me.
"Ohhh, why didn't you say that?"
Season: a̶u̶t̶u̶m̶n̶ fall
I turned to Tobias. He looked at the paper, nodding.
"Happy?" I asked in a sarcastic tone. I handed Tobias my pen and notebook.
"Write your stuff, follow my uh- format or whatnot" I stated, folding my arms in my lap.
"So I have to draw this?" He asked, pointing to the notebook in his lap.
"Yes." I nodded, yawning.
"Okay!" Tobias said, smiling.
I wonder if he knows what he looks like when he smiles..
I glanced at the clock on my bedside table.
"What if my favorite activity is gi- getting head?" Tobias asked, writing in the notebook. I peeked over his shoulder, making sure he didn't write anything stupid.
Color: red + orange
Food: taco
Time of day: sunset
Activity(es): singing
Season: sumner
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Obsequious (boyxboy)
Teen Fiction(adj.) excessively compliant or submissive •●•●•●•●•●• Tobias Reagan always had a crush on D'Marcus Clarke. He liked the way they talked, the way they thought, hell, he even liked the way they walked. It pained him to realize that D'Marcus would nev...
