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Taylor felt a shiver of pleasure run up legs hearing the footsteps into the bathroom. The other didn't even need to speak even though he did. Taylor could feel his loveliness pouring down on top of him. It felt extremely good just to be talk to by such an amazing model type person. Most people that looked like the dish in front of him didn't take even a second glance at Taylor, and they lived their lives with many regrets normally. Otherwise why would so many people want to be models?

Taylor couldn't comprehend why, but the voice was so enticing. It made him want to just have deep soul-touching talks with the other for hours. Taylor's eyes lifted at the mention of secrets. "That's is all daisies, my secrets are bigger than the averages bear's I promise you, and when you find them out. You won't want to be my anything anymore, so the less you learn about me the better." Taylor said softly back before seeing the hand. He took it shortly before wrapping his arms back around his knees for comfort. It was a gesture of friendship, and Taylor didn't mind making a friend, but he wasn't sure if 'friends' is what Taylor was going to classify them as when he went to bed at night and dream of long-winded romances.

"Taylor Hurst, Freshmen, if you didn't already take that into account, and trust me, the pleasure is mine. I would hate to meet someone like me," Taylor said half joking before getting lost in his eyes for a moment. "I like your eyes. The gray is my favorite part." Taylor whispered softly, timidly, and of course, almost absentmindedly.

Taylor's face lite up like a Christmas tree hearing the last part about him wanting to help him with anything. Especially since the first problem that came to his mind made him want to state "I'm a virgin, and you can gladly ******** my brain out if you want," . He didn't of course, he just sat there blushing like crazy hoping that Grayson didn't notice that he took the helpful offer as sexual. Though he thought for a moment there he saw a wink, so is that what Grayson meant? Did Grayson want to have hot, steamy, gay sex with him? His face got more red that point (if that was even possible).

Taylor was blushing at that point so much, compared to his face, Grayson's blush didn't even look like a blush. Though, unfortunately because of said blush, Taylor couldn't speak. He tried to, but it just came out as babble and mumbles. It definitely didn't sound like English. His hand went to Grayon's to get up, but it just made it obvious that he was shaking, which embarrassed Taylor even more. He couldn't talk and now he could barely move with shaking like a twig. Why did the guidance councilor thing that Grayson would be so good for him anyway?

Taylor's eyes definitely moved from Grayson out into the room. His eyes glanced as his luggage, then at the door, thinking (or trying to). "Umm, Lasst uns die Welt zu erkunden," Taylor mumbled a little stepping forward, his hand releasing Grayson's finally. He had accidentally remained attached to it. It was habit from where when he was little he would hug people when he was scared. He still did it sometimes, but usually he could stop himself. He stopped. "Oh umm. I mean, Let's explore a little." Taylor corrected himself. He learned a few other languages growing up because he always planned to move away. FAR AWAY. He knew English, German, and a little French. He was still learning French.

Taylor thought for a moment hearing Grayson ask him a second question. "well, ummm. You said it was almost dinner right?" Taylor asked softly thinking they could start there. He hadn't eaten anything all day now with the low rumbling in his stomach, he was starting to just accept that he was hungry and needed to eat. A part of him didn't want to eat thought. Taylor wasn't fat. He never had been, but he did eat a lot for his size. Like... a way lot. He ate like he really was a dragon sometimes, so a part of him didn't want to freak Grayson out by eating in front of him. "I mean... if you don't mind.... we can start on the grounds if you don't want to eat." Taylor said now convincing himself that he didn't really want to eat. Grayson probably wasn't even hungry.

Taylor smiled a little at the German. "Du sprechen Deutsch?"He asked back feeling a little common ground between them. German has always been something he used as more of a secret way to talk without his parents knowing what he was saying because they won't learn another language especially German if their lives depended on it. They said it sounded just like stupid drunk English. Every time they said that he replied with "Sie sind dumm Menschen getrunken." A lot of the things that Taylor did seemed to piss his parents off. He just wished that one day they would see that didn't stop him from doing the thing he wanted to with his life.

Taylor laughed a little hearing Grayson's stomach rumble loudly. He eat what seemed like an entire cow a day, and yet his stomach didn't growl like that when he was hungry. It usually was a small rumble that was continuous until the need was met. At least he felt a little about eating in front of him knowing he was hungry too.

Taylor happily followed Grayson out the room now welcoming their destination. "Ein wenig ist genug für mich. Wann haben Sie erfahren?" Taylor asked actually sounding excited about it, and he was. He was excited about having a language between them that most of the school probably didn't speak. It would be like their own secret code.

Taylor's hand instantly moved back to Grayson's seeing the cafeteria. He didn't particularly like lunch rooms. They always where just bad memories for him. Growing up at his high school where he lived, he was picked on just about daily especially in the cafeteria where the jocks could gang up on him, and despite the fact that now he could transform into a dragon, he was still terrified of lunch rooms. He really hoped that Grayson wouldn't mind holding his hand, he needed something to keep him strong.... or at least something to keep him from running in fear.

Of course, Taylor had also planned on cowering behind Grayson too, but feeling him push him in front at the line displayed very quickly that idea was out. "I-I-I, I'm not hungry anymore." Taylor breathed almost too quiet for normal ears to hear as he now stared a strange woman who was to make his food for him. She didn't seemed to like the fact that Taylor decided not to eat either.

Taylor stood their baffled at Grayson. The woman seemed to kiss the ground that Grayson walked on the moment he opened his mouth and started talking to her. Taylor was to just completely put off by his magic, he didn't even realize that exactly Grayson said. It must have been nice seeing her reaction and all. Feeling his hand be squeezed, his brain reset realizing he was just staring blankly at Grayson's face and even a little at this Martha. His crystal cobalt blues eyes then moved to the floor hiding from the two as well as the rest of the cafeteria. He really didn't want to get singled out by any jocks as fresh meat to play with.

Taylor's hands reached back to Grayson's as Grayson let go of his hand. "Please just..." He blurted out still being a little afraid. Grayson was beautiful and lovable. No one would beat him up, but Taylor was pretty sure he had an invisible 'kick the s**t out of me' tattoo on his forehead or something. If he was with Grayson then he felt he was a little safer than if he was lonely, the hand was just to make sure Grayson didn't run off all of a sudden.

"I self taught myself because I knew I would have a better chance of getting away from my home town if I knew more than English. I can also speak French..." Taylor explained still sounding nervous about being in this room.