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"I want you to know that I'm not buying this." He watched, with superior satisfaction, the sparkling grin before him disappear behind a straight, tight-lipped mouth. He waited patiently from there, meeting this new expression with as much indifference as the first. He would not be speaking first. "Don't like to party, huh?" The other man spoke to the counter at which they sat, his charming smile fighting to reappear against a growing insecurity. It was probably cruel, not to mention unspeakably insensitive, to interrupt such personal growth; but his own needs overrode the needs of a stranger. "Listen, I'm sure you're a regular 'part animal;

"Resistance is futile." Now where have I heard that before? Oh, right. It's on that silly show he watches all the time. Star Train? Star Truck? Something with a "star" in it. Some robot thing says it and then turns whoever's nearby into a robot, too. I'm thinking about this because…it now applies to me. Me and him. Him and his silly Star Truck, and me sitting next to him, watching his face instead of the show. His eyes are too beautiful for those glasses. He doesn't really need them anyway. He just wears them for a free ticket out of our school's sports programs. They're all ugly and thick and black. They overshadow his blue eyes and

Jaylin was kind of a loner anyway, so it didn't surprise anyone that he was always in the studio alone. Anyone that didn't know him as well as Alan Stark, that is. Alan had been Jaylin's friend since the beginning of art school. It had been a challenge to himself, he'd thought, to try and befriend the shy new kid that never talked to anyone. He'd hoped to be the one friend that could get the quiet, reclusive boy to emerge from his shell. Then he entertained daydreams of introducing the boy to the rest of his classmates; little by little, until everyone could appreciate him the way Alan did. Some force from beyond must have sensed his overwh

I am an infant when I'm upset Crying because it makes me feel better Reaching for comfort without knowing it Not trying to be pretty or smart or social Because babies don't know how to pose I am a puppy when I'm happy Barking laughter because I'm overflowing Wagging my tail in the air because I want you to be happy too I'm jumping up and down asking you to play I am a warrior when I'm hiding The steel eyes and stoic face you see On a movie screen, the story set in a battlefield The soldier who never bats an eyelash Even as his heart breaks and his friends fall around him I am a princess when I'm confident From a fairy tale, I'

 Looking at her snow white skin, wracked his brain. He concentrated on her crimson lips. He focused on her every perfect, translucent pore. His eyes caught the glimmer in her ebony locks, then slowly traveled across her slender frame. Her breasts round and supple; her hips curved to absolute perfection; her legs long and delicate, like a doe's. He gazed intently at her features and pondered deeply, his eyes misted over in thought. What to touch? She could not hear him. He could say "I love you" a thousand times and her ears would only pick up the whisper of sleep. She could not see him. He could gaze at her with a thousand waves of ador