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♥♥♥{M4SQU3RAD3, Y0U CAN F00L ANY FRii3ND WH0 3V3R KN3W Y0U! }♥♥♥
a Nairi Dadian posting production
[[Aww. D: && Like. Nairi makes me want to bang my head on the wall. xD; ]]
The boy returned her self-assured smile, but her suggestion was nagging at him. Nairi was not one for touching, flirting was more his forte then the actual physical part of the relationships. He didn't want to 'have her' as they referred to it, but nor did he want her to think that he was a coward. Nairi Dadian wouldn't stand to be known as a coward. So, fetching the bottle out of his pocket, the male set it on the counter next to the fridge. "You asked for it." With a quick glance to the couple, he slouched his shoulders, and nonchalantly crossed the room.
If the twenty-one year old was going to do anything, it was always going to be his own way. Never would he be forced into doing things a cookie-cutter, cliche kind of way. This proved a problem sometimes, though, as he wouldn't just go out and flat out say the things his partner wanted to hear. And it was because of this, Nairi did the following. The boy stopped abruptly in front of Nessa, and looked at her like it was simply an accident that he was there in front of her. He bent down, till his and her faces were barely apart. The Armenian mix's face moved in closer, continuing on until there was only a sliver of space between them. Had he moved any closer, he would be kissing Nessa. Nessa, a girl he had only just met, just as flirtatious, who reminded himself of what he was truly like, and for some reason, he couldn't just leave her alone.
But as stated earlier, the Dadian child was not one for touching. And because of this, the boy just merely looked at her, and softly said, "But I'm not sure if I want you after all." He turned his head, flicking the hair out of his face, but at the same time using this to get a little room between them. He didn't know what he thought he was going to do. 'Did I really think for a second I was going to kiss her? Excuse me, but are you a whore, Nai? Only whores would do that.' His mind nagged at him. But really, the college student was thinking over his statement. The boy could go to a party, and just take one of the girls that went up to him and do whatever with. Did he really want to continue this act, this charade? That he was some big man that could get laid easily? That was a big shot, could do whatever he pleased? And more importantly, how was this going to work, with this roadtrip? Because, as much as Nessa was attractive to him, he did not want start off the whole summer with a girlfriend. 'She probably is just looking for someone to flirt with anyways, it's nothing personal, kid.'
Oh it's nothing like how we planned at all
I planned it a l l
We move in mysterious ways
One mold of incompetence
One sleeping in g r a c e
We didn't save all the mistakes to be made
Until it was one day too late

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