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“I’m pretty high on my own list too,” Alex smirked, nodding in approval, “I’m just really awesome.”

Carson rolled his eyes and sighed. “And not at all conceited.”

“Nope,” Alex said, grinning, “Not at all.”

“I’m bored,” Carson announced with a huff, hair flying out of his eyes and back down to their usual position. “Do a better job at entertaining me.”

“What do you want me to do? Perform a musical number for you? Juggle?” Alex rolled his eyes. 

“Mm no, go tell my b—Damien to stop working out and to come up here and be lazy with me,” He gave Alex a deadpanned look.

Alex rolled his eyes again.

“Oh yeah, let me call him up right now.” He deadpanned back, holding up his cellphone. “Yeah, hi, your boyfriend is talking to me on skype and he wants you to come upstairs and talk to him.” He pretended to talk on the phone, raising an eyebrow at Carson. 

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“I’m pretty high on my own list too,” Alex smirked, nodding in approval, “I’m just really awesome.”

Carson rolled his eyes and sighed. “And not at all conceited.”

“Nope,” Alex said, grinning, “Not at all.”

“I’m bored,” Carson announced with a huff, hair flying out of his eyes and back down to their usual position. “Do a better job at entertaining me.”

“What do you want me to do? Perform a musical number for you? Juggle?” Alex rolled his eyes. 

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“I guess I don’t blame you. I used to be pretty antisocial too before Dalton, anyway,” Alex admitted, “People are kind of assholes.”

“They are,” Carson agreed. “Except me. I’m one of the very few on my list of people I can tolerate for more than ten minutes without wanting to strangle.”

“I’m pretty high on my own list too,” Alex smirked, nodding in approval, “I’m just really awesome.”

Carson rolled his eyes and sighed. “And not at all conceited.”

“Nope,” Alex said, grinning, “Not at all.”

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“Why would she say that to you?” Alex asked, losing faith in the human race, “You’re his son!” 

“At first, she didn’t know I heard her say all that, then when I talked to her she called him that stupidly.” He rolled his eyes. “She kept adding more and more and then denying she ever said anything. I hate liars. There was a huge crowd as well, like the rest of the models and stuff. Then my dad came in and was all calm and dapper,” He waved a hand. “Told me to go cool off so I did, then I came back and he said he fired her and she was being escorted out. I don’t get seriously mad often,” He reasoned. “But sometimes..” He trailed off, shrugging.

“I hate people,” Alex concluded, crossing his arms, “People are annoying.”

Carson nodded and smirked. “Why do you think I never made an effort with people before?”

“I guess I don’t blame you. I used to be pretty antisocial too before Dalton, anyway,” Alex admitted, “People are kind of assholes.”

“They are,” Carson agreed. “Except me. I’m one of the very few on my list of people I can tolerate for more than ten minutes without wanting to strangle.”

“I’m pretty high on my own list too,” Alex smirked, nodding in approval, “I’m just really awesome.”

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oh my gosh this made me laugh so hard XD

LMAO MAKE MORE. 

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Alex pouted, glaring at Dane.

“Fine. But I still don’t blush that much. And I definitely don’t blush as much as my pops. He still blushes when my dad holds his hand. It’s ridiculous.”

“Well that’s a little extreme,” Dane said, laughing softly. “But I could also see you doing it.”

“I’ll get back to you on that in 30 years when I prove you wrong,” Alex said, raising a challenging eyebrow. Wow. That was a long time. Had his parents really been together that long? It seemed crazy… 

“Okay,” Dane said, then let out a low whistle. “30 years is a crazy-long time.”

“I don’t even know how my parents deal with that,” Alex said, shaking his head, “That’s so long! I can’t even imagine…” He trailed off, trying to imagine what 30 years with Dane would be like and smiled. “Man, if we’re together that long we’ll both be old.” He made a face. 

Dane wrinkled his nose. “Ew,” he said, pushing down excitement at staying with Alex for thirty years. Because why get excited just to be crushed more later, if Alex decided he didn’t want to be with him?

“But I’m sure you’ll be a cute old guy anyway,” Alex said, snapping a picture. “And I’ll still take a million pictures.”

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“Why would she say that to you?” Alex asked, losing faith in the human race, “You’re his son!” 

“At first, she didn’t know I heard her say all that, then when I talked to her she called him that stupidly.” He rolled his eyes. “She kept adding more and more and then denying she ever said anything. I hate liars. There was a huge crowd as well, like the rest of the models and stuff. Then my dad came in and was all calm and dapper,” He waved a hand. “Told me to go cool off so I did, then I came back and he said he fired her and she was being escorted out. I don’t get seriously mad often,” He reasoned. “But sometimes..” He trailed off, shrugging.

“I hate people,” Alex concluded, crossing his arms, “People are annoying.”

Carson nodded and smirked. “Why do you think I never made an effort with people before?”

“I guess I don’t blame you. I used to be pretty antisocial too before Dalton, anyway,” Alex admitted, “People are kind of assholes.”

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“That would be embarrassing,” Dane agreed.

“My pops would  blush whenever he saw you,” Alex laughed, “He’d never see you the same again.”

“Like they don’t know, though,” Dane said, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure they had sex by this time in their relationship.”

“Oh God. I can’t even imagine my pops being sexual,” Alex laughed, “He’s so shy. He’d probably blush the whole time.”

“Sounds like someone I know,” Dane said, poking Alex on the nose.

“I DO NOT!” Alex huffed, face already betraying his statement. “I do not blush!”

“Aww, sweetie, you do, but you’re so cute when you do so it doesn’t matter,” Dane said, smiling at Alex’s blush.

Alex pouted, glaring at Dane.

“Fine. But I still don’t blush that much. And I definitely don’t blush as much as my pops. He still blushes when my dad holds his hand. It’s ridiculous.”

“Well that’s a little extreme,” Dane said, laughing softly. “But I could also see you doing it.”

“I’ll get back to you on that in 30 years when I prove you wrong,” Alex said, raising a challenging eyebrow. Wow. That was a long time. Had his parents really been together that long? It seemed crazy… 

“Okay,” Dane said, then let out a low whistle. “30 years is a crazy-long time.”

“I don’t even know how my parents deal with that,” Alex said, shaking his head, “That’s so long! I can’t even imagine…” He trailed off, trying to imagine what 30 years with Dane would be like and smiled. “Man, if we’re together that long we’ll both be old.” He made a face. 

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“I think that’s only a problem when you’re too honest at the wrong times,” Alex said, “Like, I think I’m pretty honest, but I usually know when to stop…most of the time…”

Carson wrinkled his nose. “Same. Except when someone’s really getting on my nerves or makes me mad. It’s like word vomit. I’m not a nice person when I’m mad.”

“I’ve personally flipped out on Bryce a few times…” Alex trailed off, making a face. “Lucie’s like that too. I can’t handle it when people are assholes.”

Carson laughed a little. “The last person I flipped out at was a few months ago on set of one of my Dad’s jobs. She was a total bitch and she called my Dad a fag to me,” He narrowed his eyes at nothing. “I told her exactly what I thought of her. And then she got fired.”

“Why would she say that to you?” Alex asked, losing faith in the human race, “You’re his son!” 

“At first, she didn’t know I heard her say all that, then when I talked to her she called him that stupidly.” He rolled his eyes. “She kept adding more and more and then denying she ever said anything. I hate liars. There was a huge crowd as well, like the rest of the models and stuff. Then my dad came in and was all calm and dapper,” He waved a hand. “Told me to go cool off so I did, then I came back and he said he fired her and she was being escorted out. I don’t get seriously mad often,” He reasoned. “But sometimes..” He trailed off, shrugging.

“I hate people,” Alex concluded, crossing his arms, “People are annoying.”