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f2f || Jeff & Levi

Jeff: had no idea who had texted him or why, but he wasn't one to turn down cookies and the opportunity to dance. Maybe he was too trusting, but he didn't care much. Jeff changed into a leotard and pair of leggings, grabbed his gym bag and made his way down to the studio. He spotted a lanky, long haired guy stood outside and guessed this was who texted him. "Hey?"

Levi: held his hand out for Jeff, and smiled. "Hey, I'm Levi. The one who text you." He opened the doors of the studio, taking a look around. "So I have a audition for some new TV show at the weekend, and they want people who can dance. I didn't think I'd actually get a look in, but I got a callback and they want to see me dance. Is there anything you can show me that's quick to learn?"

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f2f || Jeff & Levi

Jeff: See you there

Levi: grabbed the bag of cookies he had along with the small box of pills he had recently purchased. Jeff had fallen for it hook, line and sinker and now Levi was even more confident about his plans than ever before. If anyone would be easy to crack, it would be the dancer and he knew that. He made his way to the dance studio, and waited patiently for Jeff to arrive.

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Text ||Levi → Ballet Boy

Jeff: Good enough for me. I'll meet you at the studio in five

Levi: Great, you're a life saver! See you later.

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Text ||Levi → Ballet Boy

Jeff: What kind of cookies?

Levi: Chocolate chip? I don't know, I picked up the first pack I could get.

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I can live with that, it's enough pain for anyone to deal with. He probably cried himself to sleep that night, you know he would. I wish I was too, but I was doing some very important business. You'll be impressed with me, I've got some new stock coming in. And I have my eyes on our next customer. 

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Text ||Levi → Ballet Boy

Jeff: ...who are you?

Levi: I'm a new theatre student who needs help. And who has cookies?

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Text ||Levi → Ballet Boy

Levi: Apparently you can't lie on your resume, and I may have said I could dance. I've got an audition coming up, and I heard you're the go to guy for dancing. Can you help me?

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Oh wow. Did he cry afterwards? I hope he did, it would make it so much more better. I love a good crier, it makes it all so much sweeter. This is a film I'd watch gladly, so I'm hoping it's on Youtube already. I'll look up failed marriage proposals and see his shocked face. This is so much better than I expected, you did find something absolutely delisicous. 

Alright, so there’s this couple in a pretty fancy restaurant, they’re sitting outside. Uh he looks a bit like that pimp we ran into who’s girls we convinced to get back to school because he flirted with me, except this guy was wearing a nice suit and not some cheap crap. And the girl was rather pretty too. Anyway, he does this whole huge proposal thing, he’s got heart chocolate, got a live musician somehow and the whole thing was like taken from a disgusting romantic movie, the ring was gorgeous as well by the way. And after this musician finishes playing his song that as far as I can tell is written for the girl the guy gets down on one knee and goes “will you marry me?” and she just looks at him, and says “no” then she walks away. The poor guy looked like he didn’t even believe what just happened. Not to mention the random people who’s stopped to film it.

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I'm sure it was great. What happened?

You should have been there, love.

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No one ever would, babe.

You wouldn’t believe what I saw today

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Levi Carter: Moodboard (01/??)

"Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before."

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I like how I'm automatically The Criminal. Is it something about me? The school's gone to shit, we're going to need theatre students to act smart and sporty. At this rate, you wouldn't get The Spice Girls here either.

Good luck finding an athlete here that’s doesn’t consider dance a sport and a brain? Good luck with it, man ‘cause there’s not many here.

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This place seems like it's full of basketcases and princesses, so we're nearly there.

That’s because you never have the rest of the gang. There’s always the Criminal, but you usually lack the Basketcase, the Princess, The Athlete, and The Brain. If more good kids got it then you might get your own reenactment of it. 

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You're restraining the fun for the school? If you're going to get caught, you're not reducing the chances by doing it out of school. Then you have the cops or sneaky parents/adults who will jump at telling your parents.

I keep my mischief off campus, that way I don’t take any risks. Most of it anyway, I’m here today after all. And to be honest I quite like most of my classes here.

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Text || Bonnie & Clyde

Grace: Oh, but it's really as romantic as it gets my love, because no one else could possibly take your place in my heart and no one could take my place in yours. I'm so excited for this dear, it will be so much fun.

Levi: As long you know how I feel for you, there's no need for roses. I just like knowing you're nowhere the sickos. It's been a long time since we did something like this, it feels good.

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Text || Bonnie & Clyde

Grace: You stay with me because I'm the only other person who isn't either a fucking idiot or just a waste of space, my dear. Oh no worries love, I'll be careful. Maybe to top it off you could be the one to go to the girl? Take the poor fella to her place and let her know you caught him getting it on with your girl?

Levi: When you put it like that, it doesn't sound as grateful, or romantic. But I know I can rely on you, and that you're not a waste of fresh air. I can do that, I can play the heartbroken and devastated boyfriend, who never thought my wonderful and beautiful girl would cheat on me. And we can be strong together, we'll break up with our partners the same time. Fucking priceless.

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But your parents aren't here. Surely a little mischief every once in a while will go unnoticed. They're not going to know. And what's the worst the school can do? They're just as scared of talking to parents then we are. They're pussies here. 

I completely agree, unfortunately my parents are under the impression that I’m a model student and I don’t want the school to call home. Oh no worries dude, no offence taken.