Alex

When I woke up it wasn’t because of how dry my mouth was or how much it felt like my bladder would explode. It was because Jaime was shaking me awake, whispering, “You gotta come downstairs with me,” after I had opened my eyes.

I let a quiet groan slip past my lips. Working was the last thing I wanted to do right now. Not with how much I wanted to get a glass of water, or a bottle, that would help too, and not with how much more I would’ve preferred to roll on the other side and fall back asleep.

“He’s sleeping?” I asked him just as quietly.

He nodded, “And get up. I won’t survive alone down there,” he said before leaving me alone. Well, not alone cause of Jack, but he was still sleeping so he didn’t really count.

As I quickly got ready my thoughts drifted back to everything Jack had said the previous night about his parents, his so called friends and then there was this Rian. If I was right that must have been the guy I saw Jack with at the coffee shop a couple of times. But what surprised me the most was when he mentioned the fact about his sexuality. That was something I didn’t know. I remembered him coming to school with a black eye or a cut lip, but I never thought it was because of that. And that it was his best friends doing that. He really was an idiot.

For a moment there I considered leaving some water for Jack, but as fast as the thought crossed my mind it was gone. He wouldn’t see it anyway and Vic and Zack should be somewhere around to take care of him. I had already spent enough time with him.

As I was about to leave the apartment Zack’s voice stopped me, “When are we sending out that letter? I’m honestly getting tired of him being here.”

As much as I hated the tone he used to talk to me, I understood that he was right. We needed to do that. In the next few days. Tomorrow maybe.

“Yeah,” I nodded, “we need to add few things but it’s more or less done. Ready to be sent. But I won’t do it,” I said as I let the doors fall closed behind me. I could hear Zack’s surprised ‘what!’ behind the doors but I really couldn’t care about that any less. After all, I wrote most of the letter, Jack was staying in my room so if anything happened, it was all up on me. The least they could do was feed him and send the letter. At least no one could blame me for that.

“We need to finish that letter,” I whispered to Jaime once I finally showed up at the coffee shop, seeing him struggling to keep up with the customers standing in the line.

“Don’t mention it here,” he hissed, giving the change back to two young girls.

“Just sayin’,” I shrugged, taking the next order and faking a smile. I really hated working here. I wanted to own the place, not actually work there.

---

As hours passed Jaime noticed I was getting more and more frustrated, glaring at everything and everyone who dared to enter the coffee shop.

“Go back up, ask Vic to come down,” he quietly said as I was pouring a cup of coffee. He knew I was out of pills and no one needed me to pour this cup over someone’s head.

“Kay,” I mumbled, giving the cup over to him and leaving the place with all the annoying people, tired of the smell of coffee. It felt like all my clothes were smelling of it too, irritating me even more.

Vic was lying on the couch, watching ‘Once Upon a Time in Mexico’ that he had seen way too many times. “You need to go to the coffee shop.”

“I thought it’s your day,” he answered, sounding half asleep, but at least putting enough effort to turn his head and look at me.

“It was. I’m done,” I snapped, leaving him to get up and go downstairs.

I reached my room but was stopped by the doors; they were locked. “Great,” I muttered, knocking loudly.

“You better have a scarf on or take one of mine,” I heard Zack’s voice.

“What? You have him without the blindfold? Why do I need to cover my face? It’s my room!” I exclaimed, going to Zack’s room to take one of his scarves and tying it to cover my face.

Jack

For the first time in days I woke slowly, taking time to open my eyes. When I did, I was disappointed but not surprised – Will had left the blindfold on. There was nothing I hated more than the feeling of my eyelashes brushing against the fabric so I closed my eyes and sighed. My head felt a little fuzzy but thankfully there was no nausea so I wasn’t in a hurry to move. It dawned on me then that I was actually laying on the floor and wasn’t in a contorted pose like I had been most of the nights. My hands were tied in front of me to what I presumed was the metal bar at the bottom of the heater instead of the top one and I was sleeping on my side. As if on cue my shoulder and neck started aching so with another sigh I moved, leaning on my elbow and knees, and got up from the floor to sit down, crossing my legs in front of me.

I couldn’t hear any noises and guessed that meant I was alone in the room. With the blindfold on my sense of time became distorted. I knew it had just been Wednesday but I wasn’t sure if it was already Thursday or if I had slept through an entire day into Friday. Friday. Rian’s birthday. I felt my guts twist as I remembered that he still didn’t know if I was alright. His worried face made me feel sick in my stomach. I didn’t want to ruin my best friend’s birthday. He needed to know I wasn’t worth panicking over.

I stayed like that for what could’ve been an hour, just cringing as memories of how I had acted whilst tipsy flooded my mind. I had always been a talkative drunk but I wished I could take back most of what I had told Will. I had given him most of my backstory while he had swiftly avoided nearly all of my questions.

You know you’re an idiot, don’t you?

I knocked my head against the wall, wincing. The sound of footsteps approaching snapped me out of my pity party and the moment the door squeaked, I turned my head towards the noise.

‘Will?’ I asked, pushing the thought of being a fool for calling them by their names away.

‘Don’t worry, just me. Morning, Jack,’ Z told me with a soft voice as he locked the door behind him and I immediately relaxed, happy I wouldn’t have to deal with the source of my current emotional problems.

‘Hey,’ I said and soon enough I heard him shuffling towards me and the sound of plates being set onto the floor followed.

‘I’ll take that blindfold and scarf off now, yeah?’ he warned me and I hummed, letting him know it was alright. I felt him reach behind my head as he undid the blindfold and the moment it fell around my neck I was greeted by his face right in front of mine. Talk about awkward. I looked down at my lap as he reached for my hands and undid both of the knots. ‘Hope you like tacos,’ he said once he had moved away and after a glance at the plates and the glass of water I already felt much better.

‘Oh my God, is this real life?’ I exclaimed as I reached for the glass and grabbed one of the tacos without waiting for Z to reply. I downed most of the glass before finishing the taco and letting out the most inappropriate sound of satisfaction. ‘This is what life is all about,’ I moaned.

‘Glad you’re enjoying them. I made these,’ Z told me with, amused, and I smiled at him, grabbing another one of the tacos.

After a short journey to the bathroom and back, I found myself sitting on the bed next to Z, similarly as I had to James. I guessed James had told him that I had made no run for an exit so Z seemed calm next to me. We had just finished seven episodes of Adventure Time (that had involved a lot of laughter from both of us) and were listening to Billy Talent’s Dead Silence (by which time I was already laying on the bed instead of sitting) when there was loud banging on the door. I immediately jumped up and saw Z roll his eyes.

‘You better have a scarf on or take one of mine,’ Zack shouted as he got up, taking the key from his pocket.

‘What? You have him without the blindfold? Why do I need to cover my face? It’s my room!’ I heard Will exclaim and grinned, amused at the tone in his voice.

‘He’ll go blind if that thing is around his eyes all the time. He needs a little sunshine in his life… and sometimes I think you do too,’ Z shouted back and I snorted, covering my face with my hands.

‘No one’s ever gone blind that way, you fucking idiot,’ Will replied.

Once the door was unlocked, it was barely few seconds later that it was wide open and Will had stepped into the room while Z was picking up our empty plates. The moment Will’s gaze met mine I felt a shiver run down my spine and my smile was wiped off my face. He was angry. I curled up on myself and saw Z walk over to me, still oblivious.

‘What the fuck, Zack?’ Will’s cold voice rang through the room. ‘What next, you’ll let him take a stroll around the apartment? The city, maybe?’ I could see his knuckles turning white as his eyes were throwing daggers at Z – Zack? – who still seemed unimpressed.

‘Stop being so uptight, the door was locked,’ Zack replied, setting the plates on the table and turning to Will, seemingly not worried about Will letting his name slip. I knew Zack had said the wrong thing when I saw Will snap, grabbing Zack by his blue t-shirt. My breath hitched. I didn’t want to see it so I closed my eyes, breathing slowly. To my surprise, when I heard a hiss of pain it didn’t come from Zack. Instead, it was Will. My eyes snapped open to see that Zack had moved behind Will, twisting his left hand behind the guy’s back painfully. ‘Don’t you dare, dude. I’m done with your crap. Do you really think I couldn’t have handled him if he had tried to run? Suck it up and deal with it because all of this was your fucking idea,’ Zack hissed before letting go of Will’s hand and stepping away, walking over to the bed as if nothing had happened.

Will’s face was flustered in anger and he gritted his teeth before turning around and walking out of the room, slamming the door shut the loudest I had ever heard, making me jump. The sound was still ringing through my ears even when Zack looked over at me, apologetic. ‘Sorry about that, dude. He’s got… problems,’ he said with a shrug, like what I had just experienced was nothing.

‘Uh, I… Can I get some more water? I don’t feel too well,’ I told Zack instead.

Alex

I stormed down the stairs, saw Vic and Jaime through the window of the coffee shop and jumped into my car. I was definitely driving too fast, but due to it being midday, I was forced to stop too often. Too many other cars on the road and too much of that red light.

I didn’t even think of whether Brendon was home or not, it only dawned on me once I was at his front doors and no one was opening them. “Dammit!” I slapped my fist against the doors one more time, before resting my forehead against them, breathing in deeply and trying to clear my head.

I pulled out my phone and found his number. I wasn’t going back home, Josh was out of the question and I sure as hell wasn’t going to my mom.

“Hey, Alex,” Brendon’s voice rang through the phone.

“Hi, when are you going to be home?” I asked, drawing invisible circles on his doors.

“In a few hours, I have a meeting now,” he said in a hushed voice, “Where are you?”

“At your front doors,” I muttered, not knowing what to do now. I could just wait for him, but his neighbours could start to look at me weirdly. He lives in a neighbourhood where everyone thinks that everything is their business. I was probably already getting weird looks from old ladies from the next doors or across the street.

I could hear him let out a sigh before he continued, “Okay, go to my neighbour, she has a spare key.”

“And she’s just going to give it to me?” I asked, a bit surprised.

“Don’t hang up, give her the phone and I’ll explain it to her,” he said quickly.

“Explain that this is your only chance in a long time to get me in bed?” I smirked.

“I’m at work, don’t start this,” he said in a hushed tone.

“I’m not starting anything. Not while I’m still on the street,” I chuckled, knocking on the door and waiting for someone to answer. Again.

Five minutes later I was in Brendon’s house, lying in his bed and staring at the TV with blank eyes, too many thoughts running through my head. We needed to get that stupid letter ready, but it was on my laptop and obviously the laptop was still in my room. In my room where Zack probably still had Jack on my bed. My bed. Mine.

I threw the remote away, followed by the pillows and blankets. I threw away everything I could get my hands on, sometimes having to yell in frustration when it was obvious that the thing would break and I couldn’t break Brendon’s stuff. I kicked the bed, punched the mattress and pillows, my breathing getting heavier, hair falling in my eyes.

“Fuck them,” I mumbled, falling down onto the pillows I had thrown on to the floor.

I must’ve fallen asleep cause the next thing I knew was Brendon lying down next to me, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer, “What happened here?” he whispered in my ear before pressing a kiss to my hair.

“I hate Zack,” I mumbled, turning around in his arms so I could press my face against his neck.

“At least you made it look like a cool campsite,” he laughed, brushing my hair out of my eyes.

“Mhm,” I hummed, lightly pressing my lips against his skin, “I missed you,” I murmured, leaving a trail of kisses up to his ear, “I’m sorry for ignoring you for so long,” I whispered, lightly biting down on his earlobe.

“That’s the least of my worries,” he groaned, “for now,” his hands slid down to cup my butt, pulling my body closer to his.

“You know what you do to me when wearing that suit?” I whispered in his ear, sliding my hands over his chest, “and that tie does not help at all,” I pulled out his bottom lip with my teeth before connecting our lips in a kiss.

Jack

After Zack had fetched me a glass of water, he tried to talk to me, only earning short answers and nods or shakes from me. At some point he gave up and picked up a film to play. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the pillow, sleep coming to me easily.

*

‘When did you know?’ Ri asked me, taking care of my bleeding nose.

‘I dunno. I think I always knew, I just didn’t want it to be true, you know? I saw this beautiful guy in school once and I wanted to ask him out but I never saw him again. I think that just stayed with me all through junior year and then Dallon asked me out on a date last Friday and, I dunno, I just knew,’ I tried to explain before giving up with a shrug.

‘What happened to Dallon?’ Ri asked, curious.

‘He bailed on me. Stopped replying to my messages. I think Ronnie just scared him,’ I said. Rian picked up a plaster and put it over my nose and I winced. He gave me a pat on the shoulder and a comforting smile.

‘Well, no point in dwelling on him then. How about you come hang out with a couple of my friends and I at a party tonight?’ he suggested and I rolled my eyes.

‘With a split lip and this nose? No, thanks,’ I sighed.

‘Oh, come on. I’m not letting you stay inside and be miserable. Plus, Josh will be there,’ he said with a smirk.

‘Josh?’ I furrowed my eyebrows.

‘You met him last week. Blue hair, remember? I told you he asked me about you,’ Ri explained and I smiled. ‘I know you wanna!’

‘Fine, fine, jesus,’ I sighed and got up, Rian’s grin widening.

‘Get the tightest pants, I’m setting the two of you up tonight!’ he exclaimed as I left the bathroom and made my way to my room.

‘You barely have the confidence to ask a girl out, so thanks but no, I’m setting myself up,’ I shouted back with a laugh.

*

When I opened my eyes, the lights in the room were off and there was a blanket pulled over me. Across the room, Zack was sitting on an armchair, legs draped over the side as he scrolled through his phone, reading something. Soft music was playing in the background, I recognized it as a song by The Killers. While it wasn’t dark out yet, it was getting gloomy. I closed my eyes and turned around with a hum, pulling the blanket over my shoulder.

*

‘I think we should ditch the party and go to Taco Bell,’ I shouted in his ear, nearly falling over.

‘I- Isn’t it way too late now?’ Josh worried, holding me up as I was too drunk to see straight.

‘I’m asking you out on a date and you’re trying to reject me by saying it’s too late?’ I faked a gasp.

‘Wha-No! I just, it’s nearly midnight, Jack!’ Josh explained but I shook my head.

‘My heart, my poor heart, I’m being ditched,’ I pressed my palm over my heart and Josh rolled his eyes, grabbing my other hand.

‘Fine, let’s go, you loser. I’m buying tho. And we’re hanging out on that supermarket rooftop, deal?’ Josh suggested with a smile and a grin spread over my face.

‘Yes!’ I turned around, throwing my arms in the air. ‘I’ve scored a date with Joshua Dun! Can I get some ovation here?’ A couple of people turned and Rian did a whistle. I felt Josh tug me by my hand and when I turned back, I saw him shaking his head in disbelief.

‘You’re an idiot. Come on then,’ he said, still smiling, and I let him pull me away.

*

When I woke up next, there was no one in the room. It was dark outside but the lights in the room were on. To my surprise, the door to the corridor was open and the lights were on there as well. I sat up, pressing my back against the wall and stretching with a yawn. I didn’t dare move from the bed and instead waited curiously for someone to come in.

It was around ten minutes later that I was greeted by Zack with a bowl of breakfast cereal and coffee, followed closely by James who shut the door behind him.

‘Nice to see you awake. I made you some coffee in hopes you’d be up soon so I’m glad I was right,’ Zack said as he placed the food on the table near me. James took the spot next to me as he broke his pop tart into pieces and sneaked it under his scarf.

‘Uh, thanks,’ I muttered, reaching for the cup, unsure of what was going on.

‘So, we’ve got a recorder. We can’t let you call your friend but we can record a message and deliver it to him,’ James told me and my eyes widened in surprise.

‘I-thank you! What day is it?’ I asked, still unable to believe that they would allow me to let Rian know I was okay. I thought Will would’ve rejected the idea the second he heard it.

‘Friday,’ Zack replied.

‘It’s Rian’s birthday,’ I muttered to myself and then took a sip of my coffee. ‘That’s some good timing on your side,’ I said with a genuine smile, too tired to brush of the fact that I really did appreciate them doing this.

Zack gave me a nod and walked out of the room, returning a few minutes later with a voice recorder. He handed it to me before leaving the room again.

‘It shouldn’t be longer than a minute and a half,’ James told me and I nodded. With a sigh I pressed the record button.

How was I even meant to start this? Oh, God. ‘Uh. Hey, bud. Um. Happy Birthday. I… Well, I guess you know I’m in a bit of trouble at the moment. I totally blame this on you taking my car by the way,’ I laughed and scratched my head. ‘Nah, I don’t. All my fault. Anyway. I was allowed to record this to tell you I’m fine and still very much alive. Things could be better and sleeping on the floor fucking sucks but I haven’t lost any of my limbs yet so that’s great. I think I might actually survive this. Um. I hope the date went well. If it didn’t, sorry I wasn’t there with my great counselling skills the morning after. Got caught up. Thanks for pressuring my father into acknowledging I’m actually, well, taken. I know he wouldn’t be on the news if it wasn’t for you. So, yeah, uh, I think that’s all I can really give you right now. I love you, bro. Hope you have a great birthday and don’t worry about me for a while. Enjoy the time you have off. See you,’ I muttered, ignoring the way my throat was closing up.

I pressed the stop button and took a deep breath before handing the recorder to James without looking at him. He took it from me, getting up, and I reached for my bowl of cereal as he left the room. Zack walked back in a minute later, having changed his clothes.

‘Right, sorry, Jack, but I have to tie your hands up again,’ he told me and I sighed, swallowing three spoons of cereal before getting up and walking back to the corner by the heater. Zack picked up one of the pillows from the bed and followed me. I sat down and he put it behind my back before tying my hands up. I watched him work on the knots before he reached for my blindfold and covered my eyes. ‘Sorry for this.’

I nodded silently and once he had left the room, I knew I was stuck with my thoughts again.

Alex

“You have to work today?” I asked, wrapping my arms tighter around Brendon, cuddling closer to him.

“How else do you expect me to buy nice things for you?” he laughed, running his fingers over my bare back.

“Don’t remember the last time you actually bought me anything,” I mumbled, actually having to think about it. Josh was the one to buy me things, Brendon was just really good in bed. He didn’t live in a fancy house or own expensive stuff. He was like everyone else, just better looking.

Josh on the other hand came from a quite wealthy family, working in a family business, living in a fancy house and owning expensive stuff. He was the one to take me out to expansive restaurants, buy me expensive and nice things and give me money when I acted vulnerable and like I actually needed it. Which was most of the time.

“I bought you that box of chocolate!” his fingers lightly gripped my chin to pull my face closer to his so he could press a kiss to my lips, “I have to go,” he whispered.

“Mhm, whatever,” I answered, pulling covers up to my face once he was out of the bed, his naked body right in front of me, “I’m not going anywhere. Not if I get that when you come back,” I smiled innocently at him.

“Good,” he said, walking over to his closet to get dressed, “you won’t get bored here?”

“I’m sure I’ll find a way to entertain myself,” I smiled, rolling over on my back and looking over at Brendon.

And I sure did have things to do. I needed to call Vic or Jaime and ask them to get my laptop, finish the letter and give it to Zack so he could send it. Or something. He’ll figure it out.

Once Brendon was out the door, I took my time to roll around in the bed, not having to worry about anyone’s sleeping form in the corner of the room, or someone else being able to walk in. It gave me enough time to collect my thoughts and think over what Jack had said a few days ago.

I remembered us having chemistry together in high school. The class I hated the most, besides the gym class. It also so happened that that was the class that made me hate Jack more. No. Not hate. Dislike. It was just so damn easy for him and he even had the nerve to make fun of others during the class. When it was obvious most of us didn’t know shit what we were doing. I hated high school.

With a sigh I reached for my phone, found Vic’s number and pressed the ‘call’ button.

“Hey man! You still alive out there?” he answered in a bright voice.

“Yeah. You need to finish that letter and send it today,” I said, not letting him get a word, “Zack will send it, I talked to him, he’s okay with it. It is mostly finished, you just need to add the place where they should leave the money.”

He was silent for a moment, “okay, but..okay. It’s on your laptop right?”

“Yeah,” I answered, letting a yawn escape before I could stop it, “just add the part about money and it’s done.”

“And where do you want them to leave the money?” he asked and could hear him unlocking the doors. Probably to my room where hopefully Jack was blindfolded, with his hands tied up. Like he should be.

“Coffee shop,” I said, sitting up in the bed and looking around the room for my underwear.

“You’re a moron,” he huffed, “that’s our place!”

“That’s why it’s good!” I exclaimed, pushing the covers away and getting up, “If we would be guilty it would be stupid for us to ask them to bring the money to our coffee shop! We’re not that stupid, right?”

“You make very little sense, you know that?” he asked, his tone unimpressed.

“Just think about it and it will make more sense,” I said before hanging up on him and pulling on my underwear. I borrowed some of Brendon’s clothes, thinking that he wouldn’t mind. Why would he.

During the day I did nothing but eat, nap, watch TV and start it all over again. I ignored Zack trying to call me, as well as Vic. At least I answered to some of his texts, but as for Zack…I had nothing to say to him. My arm was still a bit sore and what he did was really uncalled for. I wasn’t going to punch him. I really wasn’t.

Things changed a bit when Brendon came back home. Not much cause it was still eating, napping and watching TV, but now there was also cuddling, making out and having sex. Or as he had called it – ‘making love’.

“You moron,” I laughed at him, “which part of your dick in me is called ‘making love’?”

“Because it’s sweet and not rushed and it means something,” he kissed me, trying to show just how much it meant for him.

“You’re still a moron,” I smiled when he pulled away.

Jack

Time passed both incredibly slowly and quickly at the same time whilst surrounded by silence. James had visited my room a few times since Friday, only to give me food and help me to the bathroom, and I was aware it was Sunday simply because the traffic had been quieter than usually all morning. I felt like I was going insane, thoughts flooding my head, but I had nothing else to pay attention to. The worst was that I was lacking human interaction – I was missing my captors – and that made me feel ill. I didn’t want to see them but I felt like I was going to burst into tears if someone didn’t visit me soon.

*
‘I’m sorry, Jack,’ Josh whispered, pulling his hand through his pink hair.

‘It’s fine. I like you, bud, we’re good friends, but even I can see that Tyler is crazy about you and so are you. So just go for it,’ I told him with a smile.

‘Thank you,’ he gave me a genuine smile and pulled me into a hug. ‘We’ll go out and find you a boyfriend this weekend, okay?’ he asked with a giggle and I snorted.

‘Yeah, right. I bet you’ll be with Tyler all weekend,’ I laughed and Josh blushed. ‘On that note, I’ll have to tell him to grow his hair out a little longer for you.’

‘What, why?’ Josh furrowed his brows.

‘I bet he’ll do it too. Maybe he’ll grow it out longer than mine. To please all your kinks,’ I laughed and Josh’s face went red before he lightly shoved me to my left, making me laugh even louder. ‘Come on then, let’s find Ty and Rian.’

*

I was on the rooftop end of junior year when I saw a blur of light brown hair rush out from the school, guitar in the guy’s hand. I recognized the hair colour but I couldn’t place the face. I stared at the boy who was looking around, seemingly waiting for someone. I put my cigarette out and watched him. I knew I had seen him before but I wasn’t sure who he was. Anyone who played a guitar was in my good book, so I made a note to try and look out for him in school.

*

‘Jack Bassam Barakat, open this door right now!’ my father’s deadly voice rang through the house as he kept banging on my door. I might have been eleven but I knew that if I opened the door, it wouldn’t end well. I had accidentally spilled coffee over his laptop and it had malfunctioned, causing him to lose a couple of important documents.

So, instead I was hiding. I was good at that – hiding. The bangs got louder and my heart was beating in my chest like crazy. I knew he could knock the door out if he wanted to and then he’d hurt me for the mischief I had accidentally done.

‘Jack, open the door, NOW!’ he kicked the door and my throat closed up. My eyes were watering and I was shaking, holding to my pillow, too scared to move.

Eventually the banging stopped and with a threat my father left the door but I stayed still, staring at it all through the night.

*

I lied down, curling up on myself. Where was everyone? I needed a distraction.

It was hours later when I heard the door squeak and perked up. However, I was greeted by the voice of first guy. ‘Hey. I made you some salad for if you’re hungry. Are you thirsty?’ He asked and I could hear him swaying by the door, unsure of whether he wanted to come in or not.

I just shook my head. I didn’t want anyone. Why did I think I did? I was fine. ‘I’m fine. Not hungry. Not thirsty either,’ I muttered.

‘Right. Whatever,’ the guy huffed and left, closing the door behind him. Immediately I regretted not asking him to stay. What was happening? Where was Will? There was a conflict in my head about whether I wanted to see them, or whether I wanted to see Rian. That’s how I fell asleep again, pondering if I was going to be killed by my thoughts.

Notes

we present to you a co-written chapter because why not.

so this is different..mostly cause i was lazy and didn't know how and what to do but i like how this turned out so you should too!!
-ilovetea

me at 2:30am to ilovetea after watching p!atd on ellen: his voice is just like.. like.. i wanna date his voice. i wanna have sex with his voice. that's how i feel.
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