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  Bright, childish, blue eyes watch the gleaming television intently. To 'prove' his bravery, Alfred is yet again watching a horror movie. He hugs his pillow close as a ghost shoots out of a bedroom door. Now Alfred has lived alone for some time now ever since the revolutionary war ended several years back. He had not ment for it to end up like that, but he had his reasons. "Oh fuck thats brutal!" Alfred shouts scurring for the remote and shutting the television off. "I need to cut back on the movies." He stares down his hallway where he knows he has to go next. "Damn hallways, who invented them anyway?!"Hugging his pi

"You ok?" Ryan asked me. He moved over next to me, which I was kinda hoping he'd do but yet not, but I had to get this over with. I had to tell him and I was going to. I needed to know "Yeah, it's just that," I hesitated for a moment, "Did you really mean it?" I asked. I was really nervous for the answer. He immediately blushed. "Mean w-what?" he said. I noticed the stutter. Was he worried to? I didn't know what to think of it. I thought for a moment looking at him I glanced to his lips and back up. Should I get this over with? I looked at him nervously. I couldn't take it anymore, I kissed him softly. But then I realized what I was doing

"You ok?" I asked. Since he had put his head down I wasn't sure he wasn't acting like himself. I scooted next to him on the other side of the room. "Yeah, it's just that," Brendon hesitated for a moment, "Did you really mean it?" he asked nervously. I immediately blushed. I didn't know what to say. Do I try to cover it up? Do I tell him? Is he talking about something else? "Mean w-what?" I said. I accidently stuttered I didn't know whether to look down, get out or keep looking at his beautiful features wondering what was going to happen next. I noticed his gaze at one point, which I think was to my lips. I blushed, and then the unexpected h

I started getting shaky, and didn't know why. Ryan had been stopped from drifting to sleep because I started shaking. He wrapped the blanket around me tighter and held me close. I looked up at him and sucked on my binky I had put in my mouth again when Ryan was asleep. "I-en!" I said to him, not wanting him to worry about me. He chuckled and kissed my forehead. I shivered again. "Blrrrrr…" I said as I shivered. "You ok, Brenny?" he asked. I shook again; I figured he was getting worried. After a few minutes of me shivering and Ryan trying to warm me I suddenly grew back to myself. I was shocked. Ryan squealed. "I'm dreaming. I'm dream

I was drifting off to sleep but not before Brendon stated shaking like he was cold. I figured he was and held him close again and wrapped the blanket around him more trying to keep him warm. He looked up at me ad sucked on his binky, which he must have put back in his mouth for comfort or something. "I-en!" he said with a smile. I chuckled at that, it was just so cute, and kissed his forehead. But he shivered again. I didn't think it was that cold. "Blrrrrr…" he said as he shivered. "You ok, Brenny?" I asked. I knew he probably couldn't respond, but I was getting worried. He shook again and just looked up at me. He still shivered for

"Pa! Pa!" I said to him, wanting him to pick me up. He came over, picked me up, and bounced me on his hip a bit. He walked out to the living room and got some toys out and then put me in font of them. Then he went over and turned on the TV. I figured he wanted to rest. I could tell he was really tired. I decided to go to the back room to see if he would follow. I thought maybe I could get him to sleep if I fell asleep or was tired. About five minutes he still didn't come. It was dark in that room, it was getting late. I decided to cry so he could take it as being scared. I guess I kinda was though, I couldn't reach the light, and the room w

  "Pa! Pa!" Brendon said to me. I went to pick him up and bounced him on the hip. I then decided to go turn on the TV and just let him play while I at least rest. I got out some toys from one of the bags and set him down in front of them. I sat down and turned on the TV figuring he'd be ok right there and I could still keep an eye on him. I started watching a random show. I saw Brendon move out of the coroner of my eye but didn't think much of it About five minutes later I heard him start crying. I bolted up right shutting off the TV and looked around. "Brendon?!" I called out I didn't know where he was. I ran down the hall to th

"Ah! Don't touch that Brenny!" Ryan said, grabbing the pocket knife from me. "That's dangerous!" I looked at him and my lip quivered again. He yelled louder this time and I felt belittled and my teeth really hurt. Tears formed in my yes and one I let go down my face. Ryan instantly hugged me probably feeling bad. I liked it but my teeth still hurt. I cried a bit out of pain and a lil pay back for him yelling. "Awe ef!" I cried. I meant 'want it' though. "I'm sorry, Brenny, I'm sorry," he said. Trying to clam me down probably not wanting me to have the knife still, but I liked that nickname, Brenny. He looked at my shirt. There was a black

"Ah! Don't touch that Brenny!" I said grabbing the pocket knife from him.  I guess I was sorta hyperventilating thinking he would open it and cut himself. "That's dangerous!" He looked at me and his lip quivered again, and tears formed with one sliding down his rosy cheek. I instantly felt bad and hugged him again to comfort him. He still wanted it though. He started crying a bit; probably pay back for yelling at me again. "Awe ef!" he cried. I'm guessing that meant 'want it'. "I'm sorry, Brenny, I'm sorry," I said calmingly. I knew he still wanted the knife. I didn't want to give it to him though. Thank god I saw Pete had clipped a black

Spencer and Jon came out to the living room. "Hey," Spencer said. "What's up?" Ryan said. "Aww, look at him," Jon said coming toward me. "I told Jon, about him, but any way me and Jon are gonna go out and do stuff before we have to leave today. You wanna come?" I heard Spencer ask Ryan. "Uhh, I don't know about Brendon though…what are we gonna do with him?" Ryan asked. Jon was busy trying to entertain me but I was more amused in the conversion Ryan was having. Jon kept trying to make faces or something to get me to laugh or smile. Well ok I didn't laugh a couple times, but hey who wouldn't laugh at a 23 year old trying to make the