Post by lalala123 on Sept 26, 2011 6:39:22 GMT -5
GREYSON:
[/color][/size][/center]Greyson walked into the border barn, hands in pockets, messy black hair covering his beautiful blue ocean eyes. He was in a incredibly bad mood today, and couldn't talk to even Destery, his best friend, at all. It wasn't that he was totally mad at him. Greyson just got into these moods a lot. Destery was used to it, though.
"Gosh, I really do hate moving," Greyson said codely. He did hate moving, and he wished he could just snap his fingers and the whole move would just be done. At least he had Destery to help him, although Destery was still busy recovering from being a drug addict.
DESTERY:
Destery walked happily into the barn, Greyson following slowly behind him. He was finally back from rehab, and couldn't wait to get a job, surprisingly. A year ago, Destery would have died if he had to get a job. He would have died even just thinking about getting a job. He was better now, and had the past behind him.
"C'mon, Greyson," he said. "Don't be such a party pooper! You should be excited about moving!" Destery knew he was pushing Greyson's buttons, but he didn't care. He was used to Greyson's bad attitude, and was usually able to get Greyson out of his bad mood and actually do something fun.
