Garroth, my dear (I want to hold your hand)

Garroth acted so high and mighty all the time, holding his head high with his stupid, beach blonde side-swept hair, the sleeves of his blazer rolled up so neatly just above his elbows, his resting face just shy of a pout and his stupid, silky smooth voice that made Laurence want to kiss him every time he opened his mouth.
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Laurence finds out Garroth has been harboring feelings for him. Garroth refuses to admit it.
(note the two Beatles lyrics in one title so you know this is gonna be a gay mess)

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3 out of 6 chapters published

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