❛❛ you said your mother
only smiled on her t.v.
show. you're only
happy when you're
sorry head is filled with
dope, i hope you make it
to the day you're twenty
eight years old. ❜❜
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❛❛ it's either james, daniel, or carter– i don't give a rat's ass which you call me but only my goddamn friends can fucking call me danny, got it asshole? good, now fucking scram. ❜❜
a cigarette hanging from his lips, the brunette's expression was one of annoyance– as he watched his school's infamous bully shuffle away. he breathed out a slow sigh of relief, (why couldn't people just leave him and his sexuality alone?) only to choke on smoke. spitting and sputtering, it took him a minute to stop coughing.
daniel had a bad habit of smoking, yes, but that never meant that he could hold his smoke.
❛❛ girls can't hold their smoke, ❜❜ whoever said that was a damn liar. his older cousin, his aunt, and his mother could hold their smoke just fine. it was daniel james carter who could not hold his smoke.
he was on his lunch break anyway, and was in an alleyway. because he got seriously tired of girls hitting on him. he liked girls, as much as he liked boys ... it was just that the ones that hit on him were always way too clingy. he could almost throw up when they hitted on him, if their makeup and revealing clothes were any indication of what they really wanted.
almost. but he had manners, and he wasn't going to be rude to anyone. except if they touched the wrong subjects. like for that bully's case ... insulting hannah and andrew. hannah wasn't retarded, she was blind. there was a goddamn difference. andrew wasn't fat, he was the complete fucking opposite and ...
ouch!
a sudden sharp sting made him realize that he was angrily chewing while being lost in thought, for the third time today.
and now, a heavy sigh left his lips as he finished his food. checking his watch, he had 15 minutes left of his break.
leaning against the wall, he rubbed his eyes tiredly. being a ranger was exhausting, so much so that he didn't get much sleep.
and no, he wasn't a park ranger. he was a special type of ranger, one that helped keep his town safe. that's right ... he was a power ranger.
