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Don't Fly To Far Please. ( Chapter 8 )

The Following Day ...

Rule#120; Study To Show Thy Self Approved. Really Milo?

Adrien's Mansion

Adrien woke up to an empty bed. Rick was gone. After the hospital when they made it home, they discussed Ricky departing to go visit his family. Wasn't a very easy discussion. Adrien wanted him home with him. But he needed this, he really needed to take that journey.

All Adrien wanted in the end was what is best for Rick. "Damn." He missed him like hell and it had only been a few hours since they last seen each other. Adrien jumped up and pulled out his cell phone.

"Danny, listen. I have to take care of some business. I'll be gone for a couple weeks.

When I get back just work me like a dog." Adrien laughed. "Fine me or fire me, but I have to take off." Adrien hung up the phone. He began packing his stuff. Hopefully the stereotypes about Native Americans are wrong. Because by God he hated the damned outdoors.

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Rule#121; Study To Know How To Fuck Better. Really Cam?

The Trio

Milo stretched out with a yawn. He quietly got out from underneath Kellan without waking him. He went into the bathroom quietly and pissed. Then washed his face and brushed his teeth.

Bare foot with a pair of Kell's sweats on he went into the kitchen and began to cook breakfast. He flicked on the tv as he scrambled some eggs. A yawning Kellan walked into the kitchen.

"No, no big fella. It's on me. Go back to sleep. And I'll wake you when I'm finished." Kellan snatched the bowl from him then ushered him out the kitchen.

But Dej had soon awoke and bumped into Milo. They laughed. Milo and Dejan went into the living room and Kell continued cooking.

"Turn to Will&Grace." Milo yawned out. Dejan did exactly that.

"Eric McCormick is a hottie." Dejan gasped. "Did you ever?" Dejan asked eyes wide.

"A couple times. He was pretty awesome to." Milo said with a wink.

"Uh uh! No talk of sex while I'm trying to cook. That's selfish."

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Rule#122; Study To Be A Better Man. Really Adrien?

Aaron narrowed his eyes down at a sleeping Jeremiah. He really didn't want to wake him. He really needed his sleep, it wouldn't last anyway. It's like he already knows when someone is in need of him so he makes himself walk up. On cue Jeremiah woke up.

"What are you staring at?"

"Did you know your eyes change colors." He batted his eyes.

"Yes, I've living with these eyes for a long time now.

"Well, last night was different. But I haven't forgot. You owe me a surprise." Jeremiah now grinned.

"Persistent little ant." Jeremiah kissed his nose.

"Last night was different. It would have been awkward if I did this last night. Perfect time, but not the perfect time. I was gonna try and do it right tonight, but work will probably consume me today. In which I'm going to be late for in an hour. So!" Jeremiah got out of bed. He pulled open a drawer and pulled out a little black velvet box.

Aaron perked up quickly, standing up in the bed trying to peer and make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him. "No fucking way."

"Shhh." Jeremiah took a step up into the bed. Then dropped down to one knee onto the messily arranged bed. Aaron began crying before he even started talking.