Why do you like me? (Male x male)

This is a Male x Male fan fiction so if you don't like that stuff the exit is over thereee -->
However if you do have interest in reading this, here's the gist of it...
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Also, fair warning, if any names of anyone mentioned in this story are of people in real life, It is by complete coincidence that those names are used in the story. The names are purely for entertainment purposes and mean no harm to anyone.
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His name was Tristan, he was the epitome of gay fashion icon. He had curly black hair that was always kept and went a little lower then his ears. He didn't really wear make-up except for mascara and lip-gloss. Speaking of mascara, he had long eyelashes and when he did wear mascara it made him get tons of compliments and praise, which was EVERYDAY. He always wore nice clothes, even on his bad days, (which weren't many) he always had a great outfit on. He cycled between shoes every now and then to match his outfit. His eyebrows were defined and kept. he had a nice nose, one that matched and complimented his face. It was kind of hard to explain what he eyes looked like on a day to day basis. One day he would have cheerful eyes walking into school, and then after first period it would look like he had siren eyes and was out for murder. The point is, he could NEVER look bad. I mean, even the prettiest girls give him complements and he cherishes them. His personality was perfect. He was extremely kind to everyone around him, (Except those and either didn't like him or who he didn't like) but if you ever betrayed him, he'd make you regret it in any way possible. Back to his physical description, he had a nice semi-hour glass body. except he didn't have tits. He was everything you want in a girl, but a guy.
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