paul continues crying in his bedroom as xitlaly comes in. "hey pauly, can we talk?" she asks.
he obeys. hoping he doesn't come off as submissive.
you are dominant
"amanda is my friend. we've been close for so long. i can tell you everything about them. i promise we are not anything more than friends." xitlaly starts listing.. "amanda is pretty, two years younger than me, they use they/them pronouns, they like marvel, they like your movie-"
paul cuts xitlaly off. "THEY LIKE MY MOVIES?" he gasps. "okay they can stay." he laughs to himself. "do they wear shirts with my face on it?" he asks as politely as possible.
"they can, they might own one actually." she assured him. before you know it amanda is knocking on the door.
"hello sexies!" they exclaim. "i'm amanda and i'm sexy." they sit down on the floor with their back against the wall. "i hope i didn't cause any trouble..."
paul speaks out. "i just got worried. my mind doesn't shut up sometimes. i'm sorry." he apologies to them, hoping they don't hate them. "any friend of my laly is a friend to me."
paul wonders if amanda likes sloppy joes
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Paul's Special Night Out
Romancethis story doesn't use autocaps. if that bothers you, don't continue. paul rudd finds someone on the internet, she change his life. can he handle this change? can he handle his new life?
