[No, they're not beautiful. They're weird and freakish and he doesn't like them at all. And it makes him realizes he doesn't have his shade and his eyes begin darting around the room, trying to figure out where they are. And then he sees them, on the nightstand by the bed. Like fuck he's going to go near that... that thing though. Especially not when he's spouting off bullshit like that.

Bullshit that quite honestly makes him scoff, because that's just fucking ridiculous.]

How fucking high are you, bro? What, you some stalker or something? Fan of my website that got a little too fucking obsessed? What the fuck are you, even? No, you know what? It doesn't matter. Let's back up once again. You're not my boyfriend. Get that through your head right now. I don't date.