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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jul 8, 2012 9:47:08 GMT
[/i] he thought to himself, holding back a snicker. "Don't know, don't care. I'll sort something out if I do." Brent shrugged. Screw classes. Who really wanted to sit through one this close to the end of the school year? Nobody. That's what Brent thought. And he had more important things to do than try to control a bunch of restless kids tomorrow anyway. "Oh yes." Brent agreed with Chase, smirking at his fiancé. The smirk fell from his lips as Alex was clearly imagining (or pretending to be imagining) what Brent and Chase would be getting up to if Alex were elsewhere. "You're gross." he rolled his eyes, kicking Alex's feet from under the sheets. "But it's good to know you change your sheets, I guess. Or I really would be out of here." "Uh huh, we will." Brent said slowly, in an entirely unbelievable tone, already inching closer to Chase as Alex moved away to get his drink.[/color][/ul]
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