Misfits Like Us (Like Us #11)(81)

“Both heads are still there,” Donnelly banters. “I checked.”

Xander laughs, already at ease now that he knows nothing is happening. I can’t be sure if he’s just afraid to lose his bodyguard—or if he doesn’t like the idea of me and Donnelly together at all, because he might lose the friendship he’s been forming with him.

I had only thought of enraging my dad if I got with Donnelly. I hadn’t thought I’d upset my brother or take anything from him.

For some reason, that starts to hurt more.





FANATICON FORUM





We Are Calloway





Posted by @lilysandroses4evers



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Who has the best peach of the hot SFO bodyguards?? Vote!!



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4232 fandom yays! – Quinn Oliveira (Young Stud)



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3113 fandom yays! – Thatcher Moretti (Jockstrap)



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3009 fandom yays! – Farrow Keene (Maverick)



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2188 fandom yays! – Akara Kitsuwon (Boss)



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2176 fandom yays! – Banks Moretti (Akara’s Bestie??)



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1922 fandom yays! – Oscar Oliveira (Pro)



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1001 fandom yays! – Paul Donnelly (Ass-Kicker)



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@WistfulPumpkin: Thatcher def should be winning this. He has the BEST ass.



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@gorgy_porgy33: Jockstrap should be renamed Thicc Daddy. His ass is chefs kiss Have you seen him in pics?!



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@PoppyRedemptionArc: the rightful winner is winning. Quinn Oliveira is everything and leagues above the rest. I accept no other answer.



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@connorcobaltseyebrows: it’s Farrow HALE and Oscar HIGHLAND-OLIVEIRA.



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@moomoopants242: we should just remove Banks & Akara altogether. They don’t even deserve to be a part of this poll or SFO. Just sayin’ #factsarefacts



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@StaleBread89: what’s with the Donnelly slander? My guy has a perfect peach.



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@hehecallowayxx: We totes need to make another peach poll, but with non-bodyguards!





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LUNA HALE





Stalking StaleBread89 on the WAC fandom forum has finally proved fruitful on October 3rd, a Wednesday worth remembering. It’s my sister’s sixteenth birthday, and I like to imagine Kinney’s birthday magic is casting luck spells every which way.

What’s even better, he said nothing nasty, and he seems like a Donnelly fan. We’re in agreement on lots of things, me and SB.

It eases some worries.

Except, I’m in another predicament.

Sharing the bathroom with Donnelly is new. So new that I forgot Moondragon’s fish food is in the bathroom cabinet. On the other side of my bedroom wall, I hear the running water from the shower.

Moondragon swims in her tank, looking starved. Or as starved a goldfish can look. I imagine her little water bubbles are cries for food.

“I’m going to get it, I promise,” I say. “I’m just waiting for Donnelly to get out of the shower.”

But he’s been in there an extra long time. Maybe it’s just felt like that.

I wonder if he’s masturbating.

Okaaaayy, that’s probably not something I should be thinking about. Being brutally honest with myself, picturing Donnelly stroking himself is up there in the steam rankings. It’s ghost pepper kinda hot.

Orion chews a bone on the rug, preoccupied with himself.

“Should I just…knock?” I ask my puppy.

He perks up at the question.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” I take a readying breath before walking to the bathroom door inside my room. I lift my fist and tap a little jingle onto the wood.

“Come in!”

Does he know it’s me?

Cracking the door, steam billows at my face, but I don’t stick my head inside. “Uh, Donnelly? Sorry, I just left something in here.”

“You can come in,” he assures.

My heartbeat quickens as I slip into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. Glass walls encase the shower, and I try to be polite and avoid glancing that way, even if I’m sure the vapor obscures him.

Naked Donnelly.

Nude Donnelly.

Unclothed Donnelly.

Donnelly’s dick.

Why is my brain trying to fill a thesaurus right now? Shut up, Brain.

My cheeks heat as I head to the sink. I glance up, and I realize the bathroom mirror is right across from the shower. So I’m staring at the reflection of the fogged shower glass that I was trying to politely avoid. I feel like I’m suddenly the ghost pepper, heating from head to toe.

“Sorry,” I apologize again. “Really, I’ll just be one second.”

“Take your time, Planet Partner!” Donnelly shouts over the sound of water hitting tile. He hums a song that I faintly remember.