Boychild & Girlchild.

pray for plagues

Adam mumbler to himself as he headed to his job, his head throbbing quite painfully with each step. There'd been a party downstairs, one of those where the attendants were way too far past college age it was almost sad, and they just didn't understand what "SHUT THE FUCK UP" meant.

Slipping behind the counter in a stupid apron, Boychild began to wonder if Olive was sick. He'd been out to a few parties in the past two weeks, and he'd not seen her at a single one.

He slapped his hand under the counter as he shook his head; no, he didn't need that stupid girl. She could die for all he cared. Adam was Adam, and damn ready to live the single life, wasn't he?
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because i have a crush, you're getting updates today.
also, because you guys broke 101 reads, 10 subbers, and 5 comments, you get an extra.
so three updates today :3