"what's yours?" he asked in a high pitched voice, embarrassed that the boy had the ability to make him blush, and he hadn't known him ten minutes.
"nixon." he responded.
"nice to meet you nixon." he smiled nervously starting to feel just little more comfortable in his presence.
"you too." he said grinning even more noticing the change in his body language.
nixon didn't say, but he thought calloway looked nice too.
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ONLY FRIEND
General Fictiontwo kids who were in love with bright red, while everyone else's souls were covered in black. h.r. #175 in general fiction
