gasoline [boyxboy]

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"so come over now, and talk me down,"

If Connor had to pinpoint the exact time he knew he was gone, he'd draw up a blank. In a head riddled with thoughts of Enzo interlaced with hazy recollections of the nights he'd spent with him painting the town red, everything was centered on the boy with forest green eyes and a head full of dreams.

He didn't exactly know when he'd swapped in his gaming controllers and late night homework sessions for joyriding around town and smoking cigarettes but that's when he realized the insignificance of what had become his monotonous life.

In the suburbs, amidst the perfect picket fence families and boys on varsity teams, finding someone so unlike you, yet someone who seemed to just know exactly what you wanted, someone who made sense of you was incredibly unlikely and incredibly lucky.

Connor always had the worst luck. 

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let the gayness begin.

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