“I hate oranges.” He says, grabbing AJ’s jacket off the back of the couch. The inside is fleecey, soft, and warm. He sniffs it and it smells like AJ’s cologne, and cigarette smoke, and not at all like oranges, which is so awesome he curls up on the couch and lays his head in AJ’s lap, using his jacket as a pillow.
“Dude, you got a big head.” AJ says, carding his fingers through Travis’ hair. His voice is rough and scratchy, like his face; Travis wants to touch it. “Today was fucking sweet, right?"
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Date: 2008-10-01 08:58 pm (UTC)*snippets you*
“I hate oranges.” He says, grabbing AJ’s jacket off the back of the couch. The inside is fleecey, soft, and warm. He sniffs it and it smells like AJ’s cologne, and cigarette smoke, and not at all like oranges, which is so awesome he curls up on the couch and lays his head in AJ’s lap, using his jacket as a pillow.
“Dude, you got a big head.” AJ says, carding his fingers through Travis’ hair. His voice is rough and scratchy, like his face; Travis wants to touch it. “Today was fucking sweet, right?"
:DDDD BOYZ.