MANTHOLOGY OF BROMOSEXUALITY

ITS 3AM AND AX IS IN LESS THAN A MONTH. NONE OF MY TWO NEW COSTUMES ARE DONE/WORKED ON AT ALL.

I'M WRITING...INTERESTING FANFICS ABOUT OUR FANIME ROOMATES WITH JEANINE AND NICK IN ATTEMPTS TO GET MICHAEL TO SHOW US HIS MASTERPIECE....


....I'M SO EXCITE FOR AX. LIVE ACTIONNNNNN



YES.
/INCOHERNETT



(AHIHIHI)

The crash of a wave, and a spray of mist left the girls' supple, bikini clad bodies flashing in the sunlight. Surely, for any boy, the beach on a beautiful cloudless summer day was the culmination of youthful excitement and zeal. Yet, for this particular 19-year Michael, his heart and mind could be no further away. Instead, his gaze would fall upon the sun-warmed back of his friend, Alan.


Michael stared longingly at the back of Alan's head, resisting the urge to caress his silky black locks. He looked around, there were too many people in the car, too many unwanted witnesses. Julia and Nick were being idiots in the back, but would surely notice if he made any move. Michael sighed softly, he was sure Alan had a horrible impression of him...after what happened last night. Michael closed his heavy eyelids languorously, letting his mind carry him back to that moment...

His gaze slowly rose and fell with each exhale. Long, dark eyelashes drooped under their weight; the droning Lady Gaga songs and smoldering heat from the car heater seductively pulled Michael away from his senses and into a blackened state of serenity.
He looked out the window. In the slight reflection, he perceived his own spiked hair and the visage of his car-mate seated next to him. The day previous was their first meeting, but God, how he would remember it.
Alan’s beautifully angled face cut jeweled facets into the glass reflection that Michael looked upon, and his shadowed hair glowed with a reflected lustre.
Michael’s sleepiness was instantly gone, replaced with a lusty desire. He didn’t know for how long he stared at the ghostly visage within the window, but he finally found his hand resting delicately on the countenance of the radiant spectre.



GOOD TIMES BROS