. 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
. October 28th, 2011: Friday&n
As he wiped his hands off with a clean shop rag, Tony leaned his hip on the workbench and looked over at Dillon. He didn't say anything, he just stared at him with soft eyes and a knowledgeable smile. He tossed the now putty-smeared rag into a hamper in the corner, then looked around the shop. Tony swaggered slowly up to him, still on the stupid Iron Man stool. Dillon looked up slowly as Tony stopped and stood over him. Tony trailed his hands around Dillon's sides and behind him to his lower back as he stared down at him.He said nothing, just hugged Dillon, his head to his chest
"Makes sense. By the way, what are yer plans for this wreck?" Dillon pointed his thumb back at the '69 Camaro. "Just looks like trash, Tone. Do you even have time to take on a project like this?"
Tony walked past Dillon to make his way to Harley, full name: Harley Quinn. Sue him. His back to him, Tony motioned over his shoulder for Dillon to follow. He heard Dillon pivot again in his direction then jog to catch up. As he rounded the corner to the side of the building where Harley was parked, he pulled a cigarette out of his pack with his lips. In the same mot
"Dude! I just forgot to empty my pockets!" He called out from their bedroom."You keepin',
Once Tony let him off, he was able to see what a mess he'd made of his man. Tony did that. Dillon wanted and trusted only him
"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.