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"Red or blue?" Whizzer held up two shirts, knowing Marvin wouldn't understand what he was saying if he said the brand of the shirt instead of the color. Marvin turned looking both shirts down, seam-for-seam. Like his life and relationship depended on it.

"Blu-?" he started and when Whizzer started shaking his head he changed his opinion. "Red definitely, red?" Marvin waited for Whizzers approval, or disapproval. Whatever came first. Whizzer held up the shirt to his chest examining the velvet fabric. "It - clashes well with your eyes?" Whizzer eyed him funny.

"Thanks! " Whizzer responded giddily.

"Why are you getting all dressed up again?" Marvin couldn't help but ask once more. Both men were in the spare guest room that Whizzer secretly stashed all of his unused clothes or bran new ones that he had recently bought but were to expensive to keep around just lying out.

"Job interview - remember?" Whizzer rolled his eyes, "Im going to be a fashion blogger if they hire me," Whizzer beamed, when he saw the add on the fashion website he though it was too good to be true. The old fashion blogger had quit due to  some sort of court case... which was just a small detail! But if he was hired he would get all rights to the fashion webpage that  sould soon be his - if he could manage to score the job.

"Well, good luck Whiz, I'm proud of you-" Marvin kissed Whizzer on the forehead and parted ways to go to his work. Ever since the had begun their weekly visit to see Mendel they had grown closer together. It was like they were finally able to talk truthfully now that all the hurtful things were said on one day - they had time to talk about the things they loved. Together.

"Thanks! Have a good day at worrkkk!" Whizzer yelled running to the front door before Marvin left. "One more kiss!" he screamed kissing Marvin on the cheek, who laughed shaking his head. "Love you!" Whizzer giggled.

"I love you too," Marvin laughed opening the front door and exiting the house. Whizzer stood in the main doorway area grabbing at his black tie. He looked in the mirror that was opposite of the front door. "Tie, No tie, Tie, No tie," he repeated this before throwing the tie on the floor and grabbing the keys to his car. If Marvin's work and his interview were in the same direction Whizzer would have gotten a ride with Marvin.

But since it wasn't, he had to do this one himself.  He made sure to lock the door before he left because Trina threw a fit when someone forgot. She'd go on a rant about "today's society" and it wasn't a safe world. So Whizzer tried to remember to lock the door. Marvin never forgot - sometimes he'd even take the fall for him. If he was lucky.

On the drive, Whizzer thought hard about how he would present himself to the groups of people he would have to talk to. He had to be smart looking, but also confident. Looking at the road, you could barley see outside it was around 4am, and was still very dark outside. He looked down at his hemmed pants, maybe he had hemmed them too short?

Someone honked their car horn, Whizzer jumped looking up at the road again. The horn had startled him and he had  jerked the wheel to the right driving off the road, and screaming as he watched in horror as the car crashed into a tree. He was thrust forward and Whizzer felt the world slip away as he heard the sound of sirens in the distance.

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