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[19 Apr 2013|09:47pm] |
Rider wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with himself now. He and Pyxis were over. Broken up. Which was really weird, because what happened next? Who did you talk to this shit about when the person you'd broke up with was also your best friend? There was his dads, but he didn't really feel like talking with Walden about feelings, and Rabastan always understood way too much. He'd use his psychic powers to pick up on the Romy situation and then Rider would be screwed because Romy was supposed to be like his sister, even if they weren't related, and he wanted to hold her hand and take her on dates and stuff. Rabastan probably already knew because he was Rabastan, but Rider liked it when he could pretend he -- and maybe Pyxis -- were the only people who knew about his confusing feelings.
Plus Romy was visiting her stupid boyfriend anyway so it didn't even matter. Rider had no chance with her anymore. She had her boyfriend and she was probably going to have sex with him and like it this time and then Rider would go back to just being the weird brother who looked at her boobs and knew she'd seen Walden's sex show and liked it.
Walden Jr. looked way more like their father than Rider did anyway, so he was probably more Romy's type.
Since she was gone, Rider was taking advantage of her absence and camping out in Romy's room whenever he had enough privacy to sneak in. He could go through her knickers and bras in a non-pervy way. Sniff her pillow and sheets. Lay around in all the girliness. It wasn't like he was gay or anything, but he quite liked that everything about Romy always smelled so good and felt so soft. Girls things were just nicer, somehow. And maybe liking nice smelling, soft things wasn't gay at all because Walden definitely didn't do soft and pretty and neither did Rabastan, really. Even Thoreau, who was probably a bit gayer than Rabastan, never wore the kinds of stuff Romy did.
Rider rubbed his face against one of her dresses and then went back to her knicker drawer, picking out a soft, lacey pair and tucking them into his pocket before leaving the room. It wasn't dirty and pervy. He just liked how soft they were. The way they kind of smelled like Romy, even though they'd been washed. He'd just keep them in his room so he had something of hers. Wallie got to have her. The least Rider deserved was a nice pair of knickers.
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