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ღ A l e x i s L a c e r d a ღ

Alexis turned his head to look at the guy who had entered his room. He was an attractive boy, Alex would admit that much. He had a very cute smile…it made him blush a bit. But then again, it was always easy to make Alexis blush. Complements were what made him blush the most…Even if he heard the millions of times. ‘Oh, you’re a good singer’ or ‘You’re modeling is amazing’ is what he heard all the time. But it still made him blush all the same. And he really couldn’t help that…He supposed he got it from his mother, who also blushed a lot. His father…well, he wasn’t big on blushing, but his mother could always get him to blush. Alexis thought it was so cute when he saw his father blush…probably because he didn’t see it often.
Just as he was about to stay what his name was, Sam had said it for him. “Oh? Really? How flattering. It makes he happy to hear that,” he said as he sat on his bed. “They might be a fan of my mother, too. She was the one that got me into modeling since I was very young. I’m sure she has interviews explaining that, and I’ve said a few things about it in my own interviews.” He smiled happily and stretched a bit. Yeah…his mother was the one that got him into modeling. And he loved it. Right now, he missed his job, even if he had just gone to a shoot two days before arriving to the school. But even so…going to shoots every day to not was a big change for him. It was like telling him not to breathe. Yes, he loved his job THAT much. But he would have to settle for singing for now…There was nothing else he could do.
He then looked at the guitar in the other’s lap, as if just noticing it, which he didn’t. He noticed it when he came into the room. “Oh, you play guitar?” he asked. “That’s so cool! I wish I could play, but it seems like the only thing that I’m good at is singing, which I guess isn’t so bad. I like to sing anyway.” He gave him a bright smile. People called it his ‘Devin Smile’ because his smiles were just like his mother’s, and his mother’s smiles were pretty bright…really cute, too. And he liked it. He liked being just like his mother, no offense to his dad. He loved him, too, though. A lot. His parents had to be the best parents in the world, and not because they were rich and famous. No, he had a feeling that even if they weren’t all rich and famous that his parents would still be the same personality wise, and it couldn’t make him happier.
I'm giving you everything all that joy can bring this I swear
And all that I want from you is a promise you will be there
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