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If he could predict that this day would come, he probably would have never responded to the handsome face of his next door neighbor that day they first met. But he hadn't been able to see into the future. He wasn't a gypsy and he didn't know what was going to happen. How Nick would lead his life or treat him for the rest of his life... But this is how his life goes and this is how it always goes. He always messes up and does things that sets himself up for failure. And now he's screwed.
He licked his painted lips that had been carefully glossed up. This little thing always got to him. Having lips like a girl when he had to dress like this to avoid the bookies after him. It always bothered him, just as bad as the skirt around his thighs. Fi's plan had been fool proof because Tegan Ehno Nastasi being the type of guy that took pride in his masculinity, no one ever suspected that the lithe man could transform into a crossdresser with such ease. Just as much as everyone else, he had never expected himself to look pretty and it always seemed like the last touch of gloss was the final nail in his coffin. He looked like a freakin chick.
He plucked at the plaid sheets on his bed. They weren't the same as the warm sheets that always comforted him at Top's apartment. It wasn't simple and clean, not white nor Egyptian cotton. None of the comfort of what felt like home.
He stared at the wall for a moment. It was probably one of the strangest things he's come across in his sister's house, but somehow it really suits her and her husband. Their busy way of life and the twins running around everywhere. He snatched up a piece of the chalk, tossing it into the air before snatching it again, adding his own little mark onto the chalkboard wall.
The music blasted out from the radio as he grinned, all teeth. "TOPS!" He shouted over the rush of the noise and hooked a hand around the other's neck, yanking the tall lanky teen down over himself to give a press to the other man's lips. Just casual crap was the best.
His eyes twitched faintly as he caught sight of the limo sliding up the road. Probably one of the people that Fi associated with. One of those big uppity ups that wouldn't ever bother with a low class gambler punk like him self. It wasn't like it really bothered him, but it was unnerving to have a friend that actually did talk to people like that. It was unnerving to have all these people around and looking at him with disdain. Ah, well... No sweat off his nose. It's not like he had any urge to impress and he was perfectly fine with the person he was. He was himself and he always would be.
He stared at the backpack on the floor as he scratched at the back of his neck. It hadn't been his idea, but Fi's suggestion that he take a stay over kit to Topsy's place. It was more embarrassing than he had imagined it, simply being here at the other's door with the expectation to have some clothes to change into and a toothbrush to leave here. Was he really planning to come over that much or had it simply escalated to this? Well... He'd already ended up passing out on Top's bed once or twice and... ended up doing other things aside from that, so why not? Sighing as his hand slid through his hair, this situation wasn't just going to pass if he didn't do something, so there was no sense in delaying it anymore. His knuckles rapped quietly against the heavy wooden door.
Tegan stared down at the montage of images that he had collected with Nick. All the little memories collected at the bottom of a shoebox, little images of them, photographs he had taken on each of their dates and the little things all made the bigger things more obvious. The chain around his neck glinted cruelly in every single picture and it was never more clear to him than it was that instance that Nick had never seen him as anything other than some sort of obedient dog. Some ---- pet to drag around on the end of his leash and to show off whenever he pleased.
Tegan stared down at the montage of images that he had collected with Nick. All the little memories collected at the bottom of a shoebox, little images of them, photographs he had taken on each of their dates and the little things all made the bigger things more obvious. The chain around his neck glinted cruelly in every single picture and it was never more clear to him than it was that instance that Nick had never seen him as anything other than some sort of obedient dog. Some fucking pet to drag around on the end of his leash and to show off whenever he pleased.
Remembering things were kind of normal for him lately. It's all he really did here in Texas. Run down little small town that was nothing like LA and that had none of the feel that Brooklyn always gave him. All the same, he was remembering things because that's all he could do to pass the time and that was all there was to it.
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