"i'm, you're...we're not," he stammers staring at the elder boy's lips, he was trying his hardest to convince himself he didn't want to kiss him, but god damn when he took that lip between his teeth he wanted nothing more but to do exactly that. "what troye? spit it out," he smirks knowing exactly what troye was goin...
just take my hand and hold your pretty head high. we can do this, you and me.
stockholm syndrome 1. an emotional attachment to a captor formed by a hostage as a result of continuous stress, dependence, and a need to cooperate for survival.
*:･ﾟ✧ between stars and fireflies... a quiet conversation ✧･ﾟ:* ~ anthony slausen
troye doesn't believe he'll ever be able to fall in love or be loved again after suffering the worst kind of loss someone can suffer. but as soon as jacob lays eyes on the blue eyed boy, he plans to change that.
troye mellet is a thief, and a damn good one at that. most have heard of him. most don't understand him. and jacob bixenman is the fbi agent who can never seem to catch him.
Zen: /zEn/ 1. A state of focus that incorporates a total togetherness of body and mind.
