(hope u guys didnt forget about me "pretty boy")<br/><br/><b>*the phone of pretty boy rung*</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"ahhh"</span><br/><b>*his vision, blurred as he rubbed his eyes. the smell of alchohol and sweetness wreaked off him.*</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"the hell happend last night ?"</span><br/><b>*his eye's dashed as he woke up on the floor in the entrance of his apartment. he rose up fast, while checking his phone he got the message of a party*</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"ah dammit, im not in the mood for this."</span><br/><b>*he walked up the creaky hardwood floors into the bathroom. his clothes vanished and the warmth of the water tickled his body.<br/>
as he drifted out of the shower he crack his knuckles and put on his tux. looking into the mirror he speaks*</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"fuck this tie, fuck this suit its horrible"</span><br/><b>*pretty boy liked dressing nice but with ties and prepyness he just did not like*</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"time to add some pretty boy swagg to this"</span><br/><b>*he rips the tie off rapidly, while unbotting the suit to just make it hang off, he clips a watch to his wrist as it dazzled while topping it off with a brand new boston fitted and a diamon neckless*</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"pretty boy's gotta be pretty"</span><br/><b>*he snickered.*<br/>
</b><br/><b>*Reaching For His Phone He Dialed the number that gave him the annousement he heard a pickup.*</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"I Need A Lift"</span>