[ Peter was starting to think this school had the strangest traditions ever seen. He past a few girls in football jerseys with an arch eyebrow as he jumped up the stairs. Unlike most of the school, Peter is dressed in his normal crappy band shirt and pale blue plaid shirt. He did'nt actually have that many clothes when it came down to it. Part of his life of always moving around. He adjusted the strap of his bag as he pasted a few boys in cheerleaders, with a little scoff. At least they were getting into it. He shook his head as he even saw mini Hemingway in bright colors.
He finally made it to his locker as he shoved some books into the small space. It seemed he was always the odd one out at this school, though, it was a first for not wearing a skirt.
The Gypsy just shakes his head as he closes his locker and turns away and then his breath catches his throat as he just freaking stares. There is Roman. Long pale legs and looking fucking more amazing then any girl he'd ever seen in anything, ever. Peter just stares over at Roman, you could almost hear his brain fizzle as he tried to fiqure out something to say.]
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He finally made it to his locker as he shoved some books into the small space. It seemed he was always the odd one out at this school, though, it was a first for not wearing a skirt.
The Gypsy just shakes his head as he closes his locker and turns away and then his breath catches his throat as he just freaking stares. There is Roman. Long pale legs and looking fucking more amazing then any girl he'd ever seen in anything, ever. Peter just stares over at Roman, you could almost hear his brain fizzle as he tried to fiqure out something to say.]