<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww276/watersprit03/rp%20characters/274480.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>25</div><br/><br/>Stefan wore a smirk as he looked over himself in the full length mirror sweat ran in droplets of his chest. His hands running through his damp hair, his cast to the floor. He began to button his shirt back up. "Aww Stefan you can't play anymore" said a husky voice from behind. Stefan let out a chuckled laugh "Ah Darren you knew I was not gonna stay the night, I gotta stay on the DL right now" he said shaking his head lightly. The man before him Darren a fellow actor except Darren was out of the closet not like Stefan who kept that part of himself off the screen an away from people's ears.<br/><br/>Darren only shook his head "So when are you gonna find a proper boy of your own" he asks as he leans on the headboard of his bed his bare chest in plain view. Stefan eyed him for a moment as he looked at him. Darren was good for a roll on the sack every once in awhile but he wasn't someone Stefan could really take out, show off, the list went on an on. "Again with the nagging seriously? I told you I can't just have ever guy I want. I have an image" he exclaimed the last word tasting sour in his mouth. exhaling a deep breath he shhok his head finishing buttoning his short.<br/><br/>Darren rolled his eyes "yeah yeah I know, well you know the way out. Call me if you need my services again" he said with a husky chuckle. Stefan rolled his eyes grabbing his jacket "Sure thing Darren" he said with a wink as he closed the door behind him.<br/><br/>It was another bright an shiny day an Stefan was the center of that shinning light for all his fans. Stefan smiled an greeted an autographed his photo for each an every fan. A bodyguard wearing a suit stood at each side of him keep him safe from any crazies. Girls squealed an shouted as they waited for there turn.<br/><br/>His agent had booked this gig to help his image, The smell of coffee an paper filled his nostrils as went through each fan. Each time saying the same thing "Hello, who do I write this out too?" he would say his hazel eyes on his current fan. Melting them like putty.