It was another day of pain for Ryan. Seeing his crush run off with the girl of his dreams and all Ryan could do was write love songs for him. He took every chance he got to go along with his sister Raquel, praying to the creators that he had the chance to see the fine piece of plastic also known as Ken. He disguised his addiction to the family as a 'crush' on Barbie. but that was lie. it was all a lie. He fixed his hair, tucking it behind his ear and looking at the mirror with a smirk "Go get 'em tiger" The boy grabbed his guitar and ran downstairs to the kitchen. He looked around in confusion. He didn't really need to eat that morning, or any morning. He made his way to the car parked in front of the house, heading to another miserable day in the dreamhouse.
His over dramatic sister was already there. The girl had an unholy amount of feelings, when Ryan on the other hand was constantly dead inside. But everyone has their exceptions. Ryan's was standing right in front of him. "Hi D-d-ken" He stuttered, cheeks flushing red. "Hiya pal! Wanna go for a ride?" Ken said oh so naturally. Ryan, also known for his twitter name "KittyboyXxX" was already crawling out from his car. why crawling you ask? because he didn't pay for the special features pack so his car didn't come with handles. Ken opened his car door for the emo twink, since he had the special package. oh trust me, he had a package in every way. Ryan left his car in the middle of the road because nobody seemed to care and the only one with evil intentions for some reason was his sister.
After an hour of driving Ken suddenly stopped the car in a forest. "Ryan" he looked at the boy next to him, gripping his thigh with the hands that barely ever moved. This had to be a special occasion. "I have wanted to say this for a long time now" he spoke softly, building up the tension. Ryan's eyes grew bigger a he slightly leaned in, wanting to hear exactly what the other man had to say. "would you like to have fiery intercourse with me" Ryan nodded , biting his lip that was the same texture as his teeth. Ken leaned in and kissed him, getting some weird kind of satisfaction from it even if it is the same thing as kissing the dog, or the couch. He put his hand on his hip, tracing it down as he ripped off the boy's pants. Ken tried all sorts of things until he finally told Ryan to bend over. he slid his length in the boy, without a warning or any kind of preparation since he had no idea what he was doing. He moved his hips back and forth as the sound of Tupperware lids clapping together filled the car. Ryan gripped on to the car seats in fear, literally scared for his life from Ken's lack of knowledge. Ken suddenly pulled out and sat down. nothing happened, they are plastic, what did you expect? Ken looked into Ryan's eyes, not knowing what to do and said "ti amo, Ryan." After that they escaped to Paris together where they adopted a child and lived emotionlessly ever after.
