Haunted

"There are no secrets with me." - UNEDITED

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"I hate to say this," Justin said as he kissed the inside of Clara's ankle. "But if you're feeling well enough to fuck like this it might be time to-"

"Shh," Clara smiled and lifted her head. "No more talking."

"I'm just saying," Justin grinned and pulled her forward.

Clara lay back and closed her eyes as Justin kissed his way between her legs. He was right, they'd spent an entire week doing almost nothing but having sex. Clara's headaches were gone. She felt better than ever.

"Don't stop," Clara said. One more week, she decided. Just one more week alone with Justin before she let him take her back to the real world.

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"Ugh, what even is this?" Joel made a face as he flipped through the rack of shirts in Hollister that afternoon. "We spend all day in collared shirts, why would you wear one by choice?"

"They look nice," Wes shrugged. "Not everyone likes to look like they're wearing last night's clothes all the time."

"I don't look like that," Joel protested.

"Yeah, you do, you look like you went out last night and haven't been home yet," Wes said. "What is this?" he tugged on Joel's t-shirt.

"Hey, this is vintage," Joel said. "Can we move on? It smells cheap in here."

"I still need underwear," Wes tore himself away from the shirts.

"Here," Joel started handing over boxer briefs.

"Hold on," Wes laughed and handed a few pairs back. "I already have this pattern."

"You would not wear those," Joel made a face when Wes picked up an argyle pair.

"Will too," Wes said. "They're cute."

"Yeah, but," Joel smiled. "I'm gonna need pics."

"Right," Wes rolled his eyes and grabbed a few more pairs before he went to pay.

"I'm going to get in line at Starbucks," Joel said.

"Fine, leave me," Wes joked.

"Don't be a baby," Joel called as he walked away.

Wes met him at Starbucks just as Joel was near the front of the line. They got drinks and went to look at the shoes Joel wanted.

"Did you ever hear back from that guy from Friday?" Wes asked as Joel tried the shoes on.

"Greg? No," Joel sighed. "It's fine, there's always more guys."

"I guess," Wes said.

"Soon enough we'll be at college," Joel said. "I bet the guys there are a million times better than the guys here."

"I have a feeling they'll be the same," Wes said. "Are you going to get these shoes or what?"

"Alright, yeah," Joel shrugged. "I think I'm going to buy them."

"Finally," Wes rolled his eyes. Joel had only been visiting the shoes every time they went shopping for months.

"Shut it," Joel said and handed his credit card to the salesperson. He changed back into his own shoes. "Did you finish that essay yet?"