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Submitted On Feb4/10 Hits 2302 Summary:
"Stay inside your house, Chicago. Don't go anywhere unless it's with your family. It's going to be okay. I'm certain he won't bother you again today, but just in case. I'll take care of this, and come see you as soon as I can," he told him. The younger boy nodded, though no one could see him.
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Near Perfect, Part 2
Unfortunately Liz made him forty-five minutes later than he would've been without her. Michael hurried to school to make up for lost time. He didn't care so much about class, but he didn't want to miss Adrian and first block was almost over.
He parted ways with his sister in the main hall and bee-lined for the cafeteria. As soon as Adrian's tall frame came into view, relief flooded Michael's exhausted body. He hadn't realized how tense he was until it was gone. The younger teen wandered over to where his friend sat and dropped his head onto his chest. Adrian winced, but quickly hid it.
"What's the matter Chicago?" Michael rubbed his face against the punk's pectoral muscle. He could feel the tears returning.
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Unfortunately Liz made him forty-five minutes later than he would've been without her. Michael hurried to school to make up for lost time. He didn't care so much about class, but he didn't want to miss Adrian and first block was almost over.
He parted ways with his sister in the main hall and bee-lined for the cafeteria. As soon as Adrian's tall frame came into view, relief flooded Michael's exhausted body. He hadn't realized how tense he was until it was gone. The younger teen wandered over to where his friend sat and dropped his head onto his chest. Adrian winced, but quickly hid it.
"What's the matter Chicago?" Michael rubbed his face against the punk's pectoral muscle. He could feel the tears returning.
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