[CLOSED] the ghost of what we used to be.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan padded towards the bathroom, searching out nail polish and pulling them out to set aside for when Paislee woke up.
Dyson shrugged. "Didn't plan on it," He mumbled. "Just as long as you keep your mouth shut that I'm gay." He rose an eyebrow, but the fear there was inevitable.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae nodded slowly. "I know the football players are rough. Everyone knows who you are. I guess I'd keep it a secret too. I don't blame you. Maybe after high school you won't have to worry about the judgemental people at school. They'll be passing college entrance exams by the skin of their teeth anyways." He smiled reassuringly, glancing up as Ryan came back in.

"Besides, Lucas is a nice enough boy, when he isn't getting in as much trouble as he can." He said, then smiled. 'Or trying to kill himself.' He thought.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan set the nail polishes, q-tips, and nail polish remover on the table, glancing over at them.
"Yeah.. I guess.." Dyson mumbled. "Think some people are starting to catch on," He shrugged a bit. It didn't change the jerk he was, he still had his broken family to hide.
Ryan stretched, sitting down on the sofa to wait a few minutes before making dinner.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"Maybe you just need to avoid Lucas while you're at school.. Tell him to stop doodling your name all over his paper. It might not be so obvious." He chewed on his lip, hoping he didn't sound rude.

"What do you plan on making so I can run to the store and drop him off?" He asked, fishing for a notebook and a pen before handing it to him.