Someone do this soap with me pls.
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Thread Topic: Someone do this soap with me pls.
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"omfg Rain you're touching my boob you can't do that nO i don't care if we're having hot sex and you want to touch them they are mINE stop it right now you b----"
Dean fist pumped, licking his lips in satisfaction. He stood up from the chair, glancing at the clock. "Oh, that sounds like fun. Yeah, coffee sounds nice. I'll drive over in around 20 minutes, Benty. You won't regret today~ I'll make sure you have a lot of fun not doing any college stuff. See you soon!" He hung up without giving Bentley time to speak more. He scrambled for the bathroom. Although he hated them, he had to take a shower. Complaining while taking a five minute shower, he was able to get himself clean just enough so he could throw clothes on and grab some money before running out to his car. -
omfg omfg x'DD
Bentley's throat emitted a chuckle and he placed his phone onto his lap. He then realized that he needed to tidy his dorm up. Muttering a string of exasperated curses, he stood, first lazily making the bed. He noticed the few empty Chinese food containers, and grabbed a plastic bag, tossing them into it. He wasn't sure that Dean would really mind the messiness, since it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Shrugging, he pulled on a hoodie and pushed a few things around, finally settling back onto the spot on his bed. Now all he had to do was waot. -
"b---- I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH MY BOOBS UGH" *slaps your hand away* "DON'T TOOOOOOOOOOOUCH"
Dean hummed as he drove to Bentley's dorm, ignoring the scenery that he had seen far too many times. In the car seat beside him was his camera. There were always interesting things to take pictures of while at their favorite coffee shop, and he was hoping to get Bentley to pose for him. "Oh, raven, you sure are getting ahead of yourself," He grumbled. He wasn't sure why he liked the idea of seeing Bentley pose- after all, he was just a friend. And Dean wasn't raised to be.. He inhaled sharply, looking out the window for a split second. Why was he worrying about that now, of all times? "Stupid." He stopped the car when he got into a parking space and ran all the way to Bentley's dorm, ignoring the "no running" policy they had there. When he got to the door, he knocked on it, singing, "Beeeeeeeeeeenty~ Get off your butt and open up your door for me." -
I'd be a little prick tho
Bentley grinned at the sudden knock at the door, the sound of his friend's voice nothing but welcoming. He stood, taking a number of four steps, his hand taking hold of the door handle. He pulled the hunk of wood open, greeting his friend with a simple, "Hello." His eyes first looked Dean over, since he hadn't seen him in a least a month. It didn't seem that he had changed one bit, which Bentley was perfectly fine with, as he liked seeing his friends as he always did. He stepped to the side after he had said hello, a gesture for Dean to come inside if he wished to. -
how so
Dean grinned at his friend, walking in without saying anything. He suddenly spun around, giving Bentley a warm hug. "Hey, buddy. It's been a while, hasn't it?" He pulled away after a moment, looking around the dorm. "Your place looks nice, considering how it usually looks. You didn't clean it up just for me, did you?" His green-blue eyes swept over the floor, slowly rising to meet Bentley's. -
I'd do it anyways
Bentley glanced around, shrugging. "I didn't want the place to be messy when you came by," he admitted sheepishly, since he despised cleaning, and that really was the only reason he decided to pick up. He clasped his hands together behind his own back, staring straight back at Dean's colorful orbs. "I thought it'd be a pleasant change, ya know?" He offered him a grin, which was both warm and sincere. -
Ohh you b----
"Well, knowing how messy it usually looks, I'm proud of you," Dean accepted the grin and grinned back at him. It was obvious he's be grinning all day at this rate. "It looks very nice. I'd give it an right out of ten. Needs a little tweak or two and then the change will definitely be for the best." The raven-haired man nudged his friend with his elbow repeatedly, a smirk on his face. "You thought your room was perfect, didn't you? Well, you're dead wrong." He walked over to a piece of stray trash, picking it up and tossing it towards Bentley. His eyes were full of mischief and humor. -
yus mayne
Bentley's eyes wandered to the piece of trash, his face contorting into one of feigned disgust. He slowly leaned down, and plucked the wad up from the carpet. He examined the piece for a moment, his head bobbing up and down in thought. "Well..I thank you for that first part, but in regards to the second statement..." He clenched the ball, hurling it back at the other boy with a silly glint casting over his eyes. "TAKE THAT, Deaaan," he hissed quietly, refraining from laughter in order to remain in character for as long as he possibly could. -
do you know how long it took me to figure out what mayne meant
and
*eight not right
Dean had been watching Bentley, but nothing had prepared him for the ball of trash that was thrown at him. As soon as it touched him, he make a fake squealing noise, his face going all dramatic. "Gah, I've been hit! Dean down, Dean down.." He spun around in a circle, each step slow and staged. At last, he fell to the ground, sprawling himself out onto the floor. "I'm almost dead now," he whispered to Bentley, closing one eye. "What do you have to say for yourself? I want an apology in heaven.." The remaining open eye closed slowly, and the young adult stuck his tongue out, allowing his head to fall to one side. It was obvious he was breathing, of course, but he stayed in the awkward position just for the effect. -
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ayo bruh im sorry
rain is really frickin busy
if it's okay
can i maybe reply like the day after christmas
bc I'm really just getting lucky and picking wifi up at the stores im in -
aye it's cool bruh
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Alrighty, I AM FINALLY REPLYING.
Bentley watched this sudden spectacle with his jaw dropping, a hand reaching up to disguise his shock. He took the few steps that were necessary to be right next to Dean, and once he was there, he leaned down on one knee, shaking his head in horror. "Dean, sweet, sweet Dean...What have I done?" He uttered, emitting a few noises that were filled with sadness. "I am a monster." He located the piece of trash, and, using only two fingers, as if he were disgusted with it, picked it up. "This small thing caused all of this! I should have cleaned! Then I would have never found it and thrown it like I did. Oh dear, forgive me!" he somewhat wailed, throwing his head back. -
and now I'm finally replying
Dean laid on the floor without moving an inch. The only movement visible was the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and out. While he couldn't see what Bentley was doing, he knew that he was doing something dramatic. The raven-haired man felt like he could burst out laughing. We'd do good in a drama together, Dean thought to himself. I do good dramatic deaths, and Bentley does really good grieving-dude stuff.. After a few minutes of his fake death, he opened his eyes, his tongue slipping back into his mouth. With a grunt, he sat up, a grin on his horribly "dead" face. "Did you miss me, Benty?"
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