I need to stop.
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The coast was clear. Daron and Pete were off somewhere. Hopefully somewhere time consuming. Patrick did his rounds again, just to make sure, and sat infront of Andy and Joe. He took a deep breath.
"Do you think that Daron and Pete are nymphos?"
Andy eyed him suspiciously. "Dude. Do you hear them at night? Daron's a ******** BEAST!"
"Like on that song him and his band play. Marmalade. He always starts screaming and s**t. It sounds.. orgasmic."
"Since when did you know what orgasmic means?"
"Since forever, ******** just asked a question, you c** guzzling gutter slut!"
"Don't get into the insults with me, you c***e!"
"GUYS!!"
"WHAAAAT?"
And the door opened. Daron was..
Wearing a big, pink feather boa, ratha large sunglasses, no shirt, and white pants. Pete was skipping behind him, carrying bags. Daron waved at Patrick, Andy and Joe, and turned to Pete, who had a collar and a leash around his neck.
"We all know who's on bottom now.." Andy muttered. Joe buried his head in the couch.
Pete looked at all of them, cocking his head.
"You're lucky we love you, you ********," said Daron, chucking random stuff at them.
"NEUROSIS?!?! OHHMYGAWD!"
"Yay for Daron and Pete!"
Daron smiled and shuffled into Pete's room, saying, solemnly, "We gotta talk,"
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"I gotta leave." said Daron. He was hiding his face from Pete.
"..What do you mean 'leave'?"
".. Like, I don't know when I'll be back. Like, 1000 miles away," he sighed.
"Wh-where are you going?"
"Hollywood. Back to my parents, with Shavo, Andy and Serj."
"God Dammit."
"I'm so sorry, Pete. I don't want to leave, but Vartan needs me there. We.. we might be going to Iraq to our family."
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[Pete POV]
I'm prolly confusing you. DX Maybe you should hear, or read, rather, the story from the beginning. I'm gonna start over; these glue fumes are making me high.
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