. August 18th, 2011: Thursday
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Pleasantly buzzed from his coffee and euphoric from his pain meds, Dillon sat on the couch as he flipped through his phone. Finally, Tony emerged fully dressed and absolutely perfect. Even down to the last strand of hair on his perfectly-styled head was
. August 19th, 2011: Friday 
Tony slung Dillon's backpack over his shoulders despite the kid's protests that he could carry it. Anytime he could help with his considerable physical strength while Dillon healed up, he did. It was more for his own comfort, though he knew that Dillon still liked his independence. The backpack was heavy though, as they had packed it with waters and snacks along with their towels and other odds and ends. Tony didn't want Dillon to have to strain himself whatsoever to carry it when he himself was totally unscathed. The brat bitched about it for all of a minute as they made their way from the second pier waterpark to the third pier amusement park to start their coaster fun. By the blush and poorly concealed ghost of a smile he had, Dillon was touched.
. August 20th, 2011: Saturday
It was a shock to his system to make the realization he was an addict. Dillon knew it was a truth he needed to accept. The look that Tony had given him when he first saw the nearly empty bottle crushed him. It was a look of pure disappointment and concern, a look he never ever wanted to see again from him or anyone else. How upset would his
. August 21st, 2011: Sunday
With their hysterical argument out of the way, Mr and Mrs. Vera got ready rather fast. By nine o'clock, they were piled into the Journey to fish for the morning from a large pier. If he went by what both Mr. Jack and Dillon said, it was one of the best places to fish. The water was considerably deep, but it was close enough to the shore to not need a boat. When they got there, they were elated to see that there was nobody there. Though they usually picked the pier in the middle, there was also a pier a few hundred yards away to the left, and another the same distance to the right. Sometimes they'd switch piers if they didn't have any luck off the center pier for a while and bounce between the three.
"Haha, thanks kid. Yer always good at cheerin' me up. Ready? The grand finale of our trip awaits!" Tony sniffed a couple more times as he shifted the car into drive and pulled away."O'course, I don't wanna see you sad. That's not yer natural state," Dillon said
"Guh- 'atta boy, Dill! Choke on me!" Tony grunted. As he pistoned his hips, he held Dillon's head down.The air in his lungs had started to become laden with carbon dioxide, but he wasn't allowed up. Even if he
Back at the apartment, Dillon piled the stuff they brought up in the guest room. Since the guest bedroom was so very rarely used, it was the perfect storage space for their chairs, fold up tables, coolers,
"Look here," Dillon said softly and he gently turned Tony's face to look him in the eye. He'd looked away as emotion had threatened to overwhelm him. "I… can't change the past, but I can assure you of yer future. Tony, you'll
As the hand that gripped Dillon's right wrist tightened and pulled slightly, he groaned softly and took another breath. What were his options? The arm around his neck was a no-go, but if he could free his right arm, perhaps he'd have the leverage to flip him? If he could pry his thumb off, he could break his grip. 'Fuck! That's out too!' Dillon thought bitterly as he
. October 27th, 2012: Saturday
Dillon felt his eyes light up at the thought of Tony as his self-defense teacher. Excitement ate away at him already to see all the cool stuff his a
"Fine," Tony spat as he lifted Justice up by the front of his hoodie and slammed him against the trash can again loudly before he abruptly let go.There was a look of exasperated shock on Justice's face as he caught his breath from the adrenaline. He looked from
"You were made for me, Dill. In every
"Good man, I'm glad to hear. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Such simple, innocent times, eh?" Tony yawned and gave a content stretch. Dillon could relate, his body was pleasantly heavy and his vision had a warm fuzziness edge to it, if that made any sense.