The Boy Who Died

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g-standing someone or other. The red plastic cup in my hand is al

am I kidding? These parties are fucking great. I have to go to more. And the music is...

! Before I can get my limbs together enough to catch myself, someone wraps warm arms

t's the strobe lights, coloring his hair. Regardless, he's blurry-handsome,

hurt?"

a building right now and b

s he head. "I mean

self so I'm sitting up.

hen you fell

heesy pickup line and the blurry-handsome man is so completely, utt

that one a time

"I think Adam may h

arms. "All right, so it's been a little while since I've b

don't worry, I'm not too judgmenta

eyebrows shoot up. "I'm surpr

scover I've lost it. "Let's just

r way. I perform a lot better when a few

you a proper old fogie, and when y

board games that came out after at le

etween us. God, I forgot how much I like funny men. I forgot how much I like men! I can't e

n the mountains?" I ask. "Or was it mo

blurry mouth twists wryly. "I'm

"Gwnedivere? Like f

est?" He shakes his head, but

ideo games?" I demand. "H

video games from defunct consoles. I swear, I though

forum boards. I've got whole websites of fan communities. I can show you"-I drop my voice into my be

ody shakes with laughter. "And t

times. Gwen's stuck over the cauldron, Sir Lancival isn't there yet, and she say

pain. "But it's power the likes

son I meet in real life who knows thi

all pink-purple-blue. "I'm basically saving your life. Now, you

erant thoughts to prove him comple

lap. Did I get back on him? No, the couch was warm. I never got back up. His arms are heavy and grounding aro

sentence?

ybe. I think you might b

le. "Someone really ought to hide me away to make sure my bea

breath, wait for the anxiety to kick in, but I just drop my head against his shoulder in helpless laughter. I haven't given him my

that the tim

frown. I can't quite put the numbers together enough to make a tim

"Got somewhe

s is going to sou

ll believe you." I wrap my a

on't pick up, or if I take it from here, th

he classic girlfrien

f him. "You really think I'

ghten my arms around his neck. "Either you've actua

ning away." He meets m

mouth. It would be so easy to lean in. Only a few breaths separate us, a

out of his hands. With only a few incorrect clicks, I open his contacts and create a new one. My number goes on one line. Above

nt me to call you?"

up off his lap as gracefully as I ca

almost collapse, but I don't look back to see if he wa