Peter Sangria would never be caught in a bookstore, well...that was he'd never be caught in a bookstore with his entourage around, so he was safe at the moment. He had spent the day so far shopping for cloths, and blogging about the current fashion mishaps that had happened through the day. Some people were just cursed with bad style, and Pete wanted to exploit it for whatever it was worth.

He was currently hiding behind a pair of thick framed black glasses, the kind that everybody just had to buy at one point, and Pete waited till the moment that they weren't in style to buy. There where some trends out there you needed to wear late, some you needed to wear early , but you never wore them while they were currently the hottest thing, only late or early. That's how the fashion world worked.

Coffee in hand, Pete scrunched up on a couch in the small bookstore, it was rather quiant and different from the ones he had recently been in. There was hardly anyone in the store, perhaps because it was getting later in the evening, but he thought it was nice to think it was always like this. But still...quiant...yuck, such a disgusting word. Pete took out his camera, and flashed a picture of himself in the store, looking at it and seeing a person in the background. Huffing, he turned around and looked at them up and down. "Excuse me, but your in my shot." He told them matter of factly.Pete put his camera and laptop down on the table infront of him. It wasn't meant to be rude...it was ...well...it was Pete, and that's the way Pete acted.

This particular bookstore was rarely ever packed with people. What kind of people swarmed to a bookstore anyway? Oh…wait, that’s right…those rabid Harry Potter fans. ( ;D) Rory was often truly bored at this job. He loved the books but hated the job. He hated being nice to assholes. That’s something he’d always hated, even though occasionally he could be the asshole himself (but never intentionally of course…). But it’s not like this was a Barnes & Noble deal either. Not many people knew about this store, cause it surely didn’t look like much on the outside, but that’s also what made it so great. Anyway, the evening had been slow and Rory was mostly just reading as usual. He didn’t like being the cashier. Oh my, his list of dislikes was growing! But it wasn’t so bad when things were slow. But then… When he got up to find another book to read, cause the one he’d been reading had lost him about half way, he saw a flash and paused. What the hell? He saw some dude standing there obviously having just taken a picture of himself. Rory arched an eyebrow. Odd, much? And Rory would have just let it go if it hadn’t been for the man’s next words: "Excuse me, but your in my shot." “Excuse me? I work here.” Rordan then crossed his arms and frowned.

boooo.

Pete stared at the boy like he had said something, infact he was pretty sure words came out of the boy's mouth. He had met him already...Rory...that was his name, he was definitely on Oakland's most fashionable list, well ...according to Peter Sangria anyway. Pete shook his head at the boy, "Alright, that still doesn't explain why you're in my shot," He said looking back down at his camera, it wasn't a terrible picture, infact he quite liked it, but knowing Pete he would delete it a second later because a strand of hair was out of place...and there was the fact that there had been someone else in the picture besides himself. Oh yes, that was a big deal. Pete pursed his lips, and plopped down on to the chair he was recently sitting in, pulling the laptop up on his lap. "Rordan Wolfe? Right?" Pete asked, searching through files on his computer, he usually took random pictures of people he has met because of something they wore, and later blogged about it, and yet, he couldn't find anything on the boy. He must have over done the beer that night, and when he says over done, he doesn't mean drunk, because Sangria doesn't get drunk. How Ironic.

Pete found himself twisting in the chair slightly, he was definitely shorter than Rory, "Might I suggest something?" He asked, not being able to contain his opinion to himself, "You should highlight your eyes a bit by mixing a brown and black." He said not waiting for his awnser, because he was Pete Sangria, and he was going to give his opinion whether anyone wanted it or not. He continued to type away on a blank screen working on a late night Drama Fashion Dish for his blog. Perhaps Rory could be the subject of it. He turned around once again, "You know, there isn't anyone in here, why don't you sit down? Take a loud off." It wasn't a question, it was more of a statement, as in, sit down or your never going to hear the end from me.

Rory wasn’t really amused by this attitude he was feeling from Pete. For the last few days things had really been fucked up for Rory (due to his own stupidity), and he just wasn’t in the mood for shit from anyone. He couldn’t call in anymore sick days to work either, so he was kind of here till closing against his will. (This means Rory has been in a pissy mood ever since he got to work, pretty much.) “You shouldn’t even be taking pictures in here.” There were rules; the whole copyright issue and protecting the sacred books, or something like that. Rory had only skimmed the handbook, but here was he professing the rules. Rory was surprised when the guy said his name. And his full name at that. In fact, Rory was a little freaked out because then the guy sat down and started looking up something on his laptop. “Uhh…” Rory didn’t know what to say so ended up standing there idiotically. "Might I suggest something?" Rory raised his eyebrows, and then instantly furrowed them at the guy after hearing his following words. “What…are you even talking about?” Mixing what? Rory didn’t like to be told how to do things. But then the next thing he knew, he was being told to sit…and Rory actually did…on a chair not so near this stranger, little man. The fact there wasn’t anyone else in the store was now beginning to creep Rory out a little. He stared at the man. He looked roughly familiar. “So…what were you saying about my eyes?” Rory…just couldn’t help himself.

Pete blinked, this boy was trying to talk him out of taking pictures, and he wasn't to happy about it. "I don't see any signs around here." He stated lifting his hands up holding his camera and taking another picture of himself. The boy could kick him out, he was pretty sure, but the fact remained that Peter Sangria just really didn't care, he'd find another Bookstore with another cute boy to bother, things always came full circle to him. Pete took a sip out of his starbucks cup , and continued to search his database of people. Pft. Now some people considered this 'stalking', but he looked at as informing the world of other's misfortunre. He folded his feet under himself, not wanting to stand back up at any point, seeing as he was rather self consious about his height, and well, Rory did seem rather tall.

"I was saying that if you payed attention, I wouldn't have to repeat myself," Please who in the world didn't pay attention to him, it was like Fashion suicide. The boy was cute, and that was definitely his only saving grace with Pete at the moment, "I said, if you mix eyeliner," He wasn't even looking at Rory now, he was focusing on the screen of his computer, "Brown and black it would make your eye's pop. Black can get to dark, and brown, well, browns obviously to light." He stated about mixing eyeliner, he was definitely thought he was a fashion genius, but hey, he knew what he liked, and he knew what he hated, and that always just seemed to work for him. "Hm..." He said making stray clicks on his keyboard, and grabbing his camera, taking a fullshot of Rory sitting on the couch. "Welcome to Peter Sangria's World."He said giving an open invitation, and even smiling.

Rory was holding back a few choice words for this attractive trying gent. He didn’t like being spoken to as if he were a child. He was nineteen for god’s sake- and just because he looked about fifteen, or maybe seventeen, did not mean he thought like a fifteen year old, or acted like one. Rory crossed his arms and fought against rolling his eyes. He didn’t want to get fired because a customer filed a bad complaint. So he had to act somewhat civil. “Brown and…black?” Rory pondered this for a moment. Damn, this guy was right. “I don’t…generally wear makeup to work…” His boss probably wouldn’t approve anyway. Not that Rory cared, but he already got enough stares from the clothes he chose to wear. People just didn’t get it. But how could this anonymous ‘creep’ suddenly assume Rory would be the type to wear it? Rory sunk back a little in his seat, now wondering if he looked like some kind of stereotype. He was brought out of his wonderings when another flash occurred. Rory looked up instantly. "Welcome to Peter Sangria's World." “What the fuck…was that?” The dude just took his picture! Wait… “Peter Sangria…” Ugh… Rory placed his face in his hands and groaned. He’d heard of this guy, for sure- total fashion maniac or something.

;D something like this...

Pete just smirked, Peter was always right, no matter what it was about, he was right, it was just the way the world worked. It revolved around him, and met all of his needs and wishes. He folded his hands on his lap, and leaned into his chair, "Must you repeat, that's exactly what I said," Didn't this boy know anything, first he was asking him to repeat himself, and now he was repeating what Pete said. His eyebrow popped a little bit at his next comment, "And why not, afraid the law will get you," He said, his voice light with amusement, he could never work anywhere that pushed his fashion aside in anyway. Please, he would kill himself if had to wear a uniform. Arg. Gross.

Pete looked up over his thick framed glasses, before turning back to his camera, "Nothing, just documention," He shrugged taking out a camera cord and getting ready to attach it to his laptop, but then again, he'd rather take more pictures and get them all on there at once. Pete smirked, "You've heard of me?" Then again, who hasn't heard of Peter Archer Sangria, it was nearly impossible not to, he liked to consider himself the everywhere man, he was everywhere all the time. Cozying into the chair, he put his feet up on the table infront of him where a stack of his personal collections of Vogue sat, he had turned the place into his own personal office for the moment. "So Rordan, how does one as fashionable as you end up at a bookstore, you should be hitting the town with me." He said, though his eyes didn't look up from the screen he was typing on, eye contact was soooo trivial.

Rordan scowled at Pete, but only briefly. It was just a habit of Rory’s to repeat the things people had spoken aloud (for himself) to kind of comprehend it. Rory wasn’t stupid, his mind just worked in interesting ways. And right now Rory was eying Peter up, not really meaning the check the guy out but…it was hard to avoid. Rory was always judging people by appearances. It’s not something he ever planned to do. It was just an automatic reaction. Rory had a boyfriend now, so he was less likely to randomly start flirting with the nearest hot person (like he did that before? Ha), but still there was something about Pete despite his slight intrusive personality that Rory liked. So, this is mainly why he hadn’t stalked away just yet. “Not the law, but…” Rory shrugged – why wasn’t he wearing makeup right now? Tomorrow he would. Goddamn, peer pressure. Pete was making Rory feel slightly guilty and Rory didn’t know why but he didn’t like it either. “So…” Rory stopped. “Documentation? On me? What kind of freaky shit are you doing on there…?” Rory didn’t like being talked about as though he were some kind of animal, either or like a rare species needing to be documented on. “Yeah, I’ve heard of you.” Unfortunately. Peter Sangria was like the Perez Hilton of Oakland fashion – lame. Rory scoffed to himself when Pete put his legs up on the table. He was that short? And totally making himself at home, here. "So Rordan, how does one as fashionable as you end up at a bookstore, you should be hitting the town with me." Even though Pete wasn’t looking at him (and Rory might have blushed if he had been), Rory felt stunned by the compliment? He was going to take it as one and for a few seconds he didn’t know what the say. Ah, but maybe his ego was growing a little more, as well as his confidence in this conversation. And firstly, he was going to stop questioning everything Pete said, cause obviously if Pete said it then it was true, right? “I love books,” he answered simply. He’d never been ashamed of that although in the past it’d got him beat up. “But what makes you think I’d want to hit the town with you?” asked Rory with a little smile.

:o

Pete hit away on the keyboard, looking up at Rory's clothing descision, before going back to typing. For some reason unknown to him, he was having a hard time writing his blog entry for the night, it was like some sick Joke on him, and he definitely didn't like it. No one played jokes on Peter Sangria without hearing about it later. Pete stiffled a laugh, "I knew I would make you question your desicion." He thought about the boy wearing eyeliner. "Besides, if it's not the law, then you shouldn't be worried." Pete was above the law as far as he was concerned, all he had to do was flash his smile, and pull out his wallet, depending on what gender or sexuality the law was at the time.

Pete pulled his computer closer to him, "It's my job," His lips pursed slightly, "If you want to know the juicy bits, you'll just have to wait." He said, before a slow smile fell upon his lips, "Unless you want to come over here and share a seat with me?" He couldn't help it, he enjoyed curruption, and it seemed that Rory just begged to be currupted, well...the right way that is.

Pete sighed deeply, such boring and mundane talk, nothing he could use on his blog. He thrust the computer forward and put it on the small table. He needed an idea, something anything, and yet, he couldn't grasp it, this boy was giving him nothing. How convenient for him. Pete looked around the bookstore, made sense, love books , work in a book store, "You're way to predictable Rordan." He felt a small rush of anxiety rush over him, he definitely called out for some Pete attention, he was way to cute not to be helped. "Excuse me?" Pete asked like he hadn't heard what Rory said, his eye's finally wondering up from the computer. "Who wouldn't want to hit the town with Peter Sangria!" Who did this kid think he was. "Have you been living under a rock honey?"

While Pete observed Rory’s attire, Rory also started to inspect his clothes more thoroughly. He always grew a little more apprehensive when he knew someone was judging him, but not to the point of complete nervous breakdown. He could handle it. It just made him wonder, because then Rory wanted to know what their thoughts were on his appearance – he wanted some kind of praise and positive feedback. He wasn’t wearing anything quite out of the ordinary today, than a pair of slim-fitting dark wash skinny jeans and a long-sleeved black dress shirt. It was a few steps up from casual, but Rory was also wearing black boots and one of his infamous newsboy caps. Some days he was a little dressier than others, but he mostly saved the ultra-casual ware for hanging around at home or with friends. Rordan wondered what Pete was finding to say. He merely nodded at Pete’s last words. Pete seemed over-confident.

Rory arched an eyebrow at the mention of juicy bits. Curiosity got the better of him and he moved over to join Pete on the couch, just so that he could take a peek at the laptop screen. Rory made sure not to sit too close, so that they were not touching. He fiddled with his fringe a bit then pursed his lips, waiting. And nothing was happening…Rory’s eyes followed the laptop to the table, then drifted back upwards to Pete, but not too far upwards because Pete was tiny. Seriously.

"You're way to predictable Rordan."

A hint of a frown began to form on Rory’s face. He did not like comments like these. Rory didn’t like to be criticized in any way, unless it was coming from him. “You can’t know that,” he stated with a slight edge to his voice. Rory sat up a little straighter in his seat and folded his hands in his lap. “No, maybe I’m just…not interested.” Rory was lying, but now he wanted to see how far he could go with Pete. Pete was tempting. And this might be the most entertainment Rory has all day.

Pete's eyes followed Rory as he made his way over to the couch. He couldn't help but think the boy swayed a bit when he walked. Typical. He was too tall, tall people always seemed to sway in the wind...but perhaps he was just biased because he was short, and if he had swayed when he walked, it would just look unnatural. Pete grunted slightly at his own inner thoughts, it wasn't fair that some people got to be so tall, while he was so darn petite. Luckily Pete didn't have anything on the screen when Rory came over, he just wanted to see if he could get Rory to follow instructions in the first place, it seemed to work pretty well.

Pete's eyebrows scrunched up, he was damn Peter Sangria, he knew everything about everyone, or atleast he made it his personal job to do so. It was all a matter of observation. From the outside, Pete looked like he wasn't paying attention since he never really held eye contact for to long, but on the inside, he was ripping a person a part trying to figure out who they were. "No?" He questioned taking a sip of his coffee, and put his sneaker clad feet onto the coffee table.

"Of course you're not intereseted in me," Pete moved his body closer to Rory, looking up into his eyes. "But honey, may I make an another suggestion?" He asked, brushing a piece of hair away from Rory's face, "Stop trying to tease me, because I know how to play the game just as well, if not better." Oh, Rory was good, but Pete, Pete could be ten times what he was acting like now, considering he wasn't even trying.

Rory was waiting for something to happen, for Pete to say something he could counter with a possibly snarky remark. (Because Rory always loved that). Now that they were sitting side by side on the couch, at a much closer proximity Rory could really study this guy’s face, …just something to do. He blinked once or twice then glanced away with a sigh – bored. He could just as well go off and delve into yet another book, until closing which wasn’t too far away. Pete was an unusual customer. Rory felt a slight movement on the couch in his direction. It was Pete…and what was he trying to do!? Rory just about turned cross-eyed watching Pete’s fingers touch his hair. His fingertips lightly brushed against Rory’s skin and it sent an involuntary shiver up Rory’s spine that made him kind of want to run away. But he didn’t. Rory usually couldn’t stand strangers touching him in any matter. “I wasn’t trying to play a game.” Rory frowned. Or at least he tried to frown. Pete was like, coming on to him. What could he do? Rory scooted over a little, creating more distance between him and Pete. He fingered his fringe again, a little agitatedly. He held back the urge to send Pete a frown. Rory didn’t need this right now. In fact he stood up and walked away a little, turning to Pete and asking, “Well, was there anything you needed help finding…in here…?” Rory kind of motioned around to the shelves of books.

Rory was honestly too cute for Pete, he just couldn't help himself. He felt his eyes roll slightly as he scooted away from him, "No ...of course not, not poor predictable Rory." Pete had to admit though, Rory was making this much , much more fun than he ever thought it could be. He took his feet off the side table, and planted them firmly on the ground, crossing his legs. He wasn't going to admit it, but he was slightly shocked when Rory stood up and walked away, but slowly a small smirk had appeared on his face, he was making Rory flustered...and Pete was enjoying ever minute of it.

Pete huffed, now he had to get up from his spot, this boy needed to learn to sit still, it was all about playing the game cool, calm and collected, and he thought that Rory was definitely playing it too much on edge. Pete took carefully measured steps to the bookshelf that Rory stood near and leaned against it. Although he felt tiny at this point, he ignored it, he wasn't going to let such a small menial thing bother him. Well...not at the moment.

"I think I found what I need." Pete told Rory, pushing himself off the bookshelf and circling the younger boy. He had been searching for inspiration for his next blog entries, but the crazy Idea remained that Rory could be a whole slew of blog entries in his adventures to make the other boy more like Pete, and well...failing was a possibility, but Peter Sangria did not fail. "Wouldn't you say so Rordan?"

Maybe Pete was one of those people you loved to hate and hated to love. For a few seconds, Rory had found the guy to be halfway okay. They might have been able to find some common ground while still back on the couch together. Rory hadn’t just joined him for nothing, and yet…by no surprise, Peter had once again successfully managed to frustrate Rory by the poor predictable comment. Once again, Rory did not like to be read. He didn’t consider himself predictable. Rory was in denial about a lot…

As Pete left the couch, Rory watched the smaller man with suspicious curiosity. Pete was coming closer. Rory sighed silently and put his hands on the sides of his hips, looking down at Pete with an arched eyebrow. He wondered that if he moved again whether or not Pete would follow. It could make an interesting experiment.

"I think I found what I need."

Pete really started to freak Rory out when the circling began. At first, Rory kept turning around with the man, just to see where he was going. Then Rory stopped and crossed his arms, glaring at whatever was in front of him. In an tone of voice lacking amusement and generally most of any friendly expression, Rory asked, “Is this a habit of yours? Searching for people in bookstores?” And then pestering them, and…need? How did Pete really need, Rory? Rory didn’t like the sound of that. He probably never should have started talking to the guy…

Rory definitely was an interesting specimen, incredibly tall, stick skinny, and a very different personality than the one Pete was used to . If Pete was going to be completely honest, Rory made his brain think on over time, about a multitude of different things. It was so much fun to tease and toy with the boy, and it made Pete think that the other party enjoyed it just as much. Everyone loved Pete though, or atleast that's what he thought, who couldn't resist the boy. It was pretty damn impossible.

"Don't look down," Pete muttered, still circling Rory, before stopping and crossing his arms infront of him. Rory called out for Pete's help, even if he didn't know it yet. "It scrunches your face, never look down at people , even if there shorter." He leaned himself once more against the bookshelf, taking in Rory, his hands on his hips, which made him nod, "Though I do like the hand placement, it says 'I don't care what your saying.' But that's funny because it betrays you , because I know you're still listening to me."

He gave off a low laugh, when would Rory learn that no one could avoid the deep thought processes of Peter Sangria, it was absolutely and utterly impossible. It was kind of like stealing the statue of liberty, it just couldn't be done. His head tossed to the side lightly as Rory questioned him. "Please, conversing with people in bookstores is definitely something that shouldn't be done...only on special occassions, aren't you glad you happen to be one of those? He asked tossing his hands into his pockets.

"Do you always leave yourself so open?" He asked back just as harshly as Rory had, sometimes...well...no...all the time Pete couldn't help himself.

Rory scoffed when Pete told him not to look down. He rolled his eyes and looked at something over Pete’s head, which was pretty much everything? “I don’t appreciate your analysis.” But goddamn it, Pete was right and that’s what bothered Rory the most. He hated how Pete was reading him like a …book. “I actually could care less, if you blatantly ignored me.” This was the truth. Rory didn’t like this kind of attention. It was quite unnerving to say the least. “Open?” Rory frowned. “What do you mean? I only started talking to you, because you were, well I thought you were a customer.” There had been no other honest reason. Seriously.

Pete's head tilted to the side, how dare he not appreciated his analysis, he damn well needed it. His hands instantly went to his hips in displeasure, making sure Rory knew how he felt about the comment he just landed him with. "Well you're going to get it anyway Rordan." He told the other boy matter a factly, Rory needed his help, and he would convince him of this , whether it took an hour or days, Rordan would see the light. "I am a customer my dear, but I'm also the sales person for life!" He said dramatically putting his arms out infront of him, before running back to the table and picking up a vogue, "Do you see this, this is beauty and life, this is what we aspire, everything in here! Your just standing at the edge my dear boy, you need something like me to help push you off to fly!" He put the vogue in the boy's hands, thrusting it at him. "Educate yourself."

Pushy Pete, that’s how Rory would refer to him from now on. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He was like one of those annoying sales people that came to the door and gabbed on for ages about their product. Rory never let them in the house and had a tendency now of peeking out of the window then running upstairs. It was ironic how next Pete called himself the salesperson for life. Rory arched an eyebrow and scoffed. “Right…” he added in a low voice, watching as Pete scampered off to grab a Vogue. When he returned and started preaching as it were, Rory’s shoulders sagged. “Who is this we? I’m not… trying to go anywhere.” Rory took the magazine into his hands because he had no choice, but he continued to shake his head. “I’m not interested in following trends.” This wasn’t the education Rory sought. Still, Rory opened the front page of the magazine and slowly began to flip through, page after page. He wasn't thoroughly bought by what he saw.

Rory wasn't listening to him completely, and not to be a jerk or anything, but it was sort of pissing Pete off, he was trying to help , and every single Idea was going over the boys head. His arms crossed immediately the boy had more than potential , he was standing at the brink of greatness, and he wasn't using anything to his advantage. Peter's eyebrows squinted up for a moment, "That we , is you and I, whether you see it or not at the moment," He said quite blantantly, Peter Sangria was going to give you the truth whether you wanted to here it or not, and sometimes it was just easier to pretend you wanted to hear it and get it out of the way quicker. His mouth dropped open when Rory said the word trends, it was a definite vulgar term in Peter's book, one should never EVER use THAT word. Pete wanted to grab the vogue out of Rory's hands and hit him hard on the chest with it, but instead just settled for clinching his fists, did this boy know nothing! "Trends?" He said shaking his head, "No, there shall be no such things as trends! One must always find themselves a two months in advanced for everything. One so you're ahead of america, and one so your ahead of Europe...You are the Trend, you DON'T follow them." He explained as calmly as he could with out lashing out to bad.

my mind is half asleep. so this post may not make sense?

Maybe Rory was getting as frustrated as Pete. But Rory had been offended when Pete place them on the same level. The ‘we’ thing, really got to him. As far as Rory was concerned, Pete was quite shallow. Rory didn’t want to be like him, but maybe he was. Did the he possess the traits, just laying dormant inside of him…until someone like Pete come along and mix things up?

At first, Rory was a little surprised by the expression on Pete’s face after he used the word trends. “I think you’re taking this far too seriously.” Rory shook his head. “I’m not interested in keeping ahead of anyone. I just…wear what I want to wear. You’re not selling me on this.” Rory frowned again. There was no meeting of the minds yet. Rory still thought this little man standing before him was quite ludicrous. How many times had Rory said he wasn't interested? Why were they discussing fashion, now?

If Rory thought he was any differnet from Pete than he was dead wrong. Pete knew how people worked, how the ticked on the inside, even if it wasn't prevalent on the outside. It had taken some time to figure things about the boy out, the small conversation they had been having, Rory's denial...Perhaps the other boy didn't realize it yet, but Peter Sangria did, because there was very little that slipped by the boy.

Pete was becoming short tempered, no pun intended on the short, feeling his blood boil underneath him, trying to keep the outside as cool and calm as he could. "I think your not taking things seriously enough." His arms crossed over themselves, as his mind dragged away from his computer blog. He put his hands on Rory's arm, pulling him back over to where they had been sitting before, opening his laptop. "Tell me, what color are you wearing?" Pete knew the awnser, how could he not, he just needed to here Rory say it, he needed to hear Rory give him the wrong awnser. This was so Devil wears Prada.

Normally Rory would love a distraction from his job, but Pete was turning out to be more of a nuisance. He’d probably never shut up. Rory sighed and ran a hand over his face. He stopped himself from groaning out loud in agony. This would probably be a day he’d never forget.

“Why should I take it seriously?” Pete was like a fashion maniac. Did Rory want to turn out that way? His friends had already made fun of him, calling him some kind of fashion bitch because of the way he treated his clothes and for some of the things he chose to wear…but Pete’s philosophies were just outlandish.

For some reason or another Rory let Pete drag him back over towards the couch they’d been sitting at before, back when Rory hadn’t been aware of Pete’s insanity. If he’d known then what he knew now, he might have been more wary to keep his distance. This time though, Rory remained standing and shook his arm out of Pete’s grasp. He’d just been asked what colour he was wearing.

Rory raised an eyebrow but glanced down at his clothes all the same. “Well…my shirt is black…” (ha, I had to go find the post where I’d described it) “My pants are…” but Rory stopped before he said anything else. He was frowning again. “Why does it matter?” But Rory knew it mattered, cause it mattered to him.