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[i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLgueAdOj_4]She don't believe in shootin' stars
But she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment
Couture from the store's departments
You more like "love to start shit"
I'm more of the trips to Florida
Ordered the hors d'oeuvres, views of the water
Straight from a page of your favorite author[/url][/i]

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[indent][color=gray]Between the constant pressure of performing by his peers and coaches, there was barely any time for Andres to focus on anything but soccer. Soccer was his life, and that was his own choice. Had it been up to Andres, he would have quit school and played soccer full time. That was, until fate led him to his Gothic girlfriend, Martha Radley. A weird pair for sure - some might call it a crack ship, with them being polar opposites and all. Once news broke out of their unholy union, word spread like doves out of a wizard's hat. Only there were no tricks or smoke screens behind this pairing: just honest to God love and affection. So when the homecoming pairings were finally made final, one would understand why Andres might have been a little less than ecstatic at not being paired with his strange love. 

After practice was over, Andres had decided to stay behind and vent his frustrations. The sound of the net removing all the momentum out of the black and white ball was all that could be heard within ear shot. This went on and on until Andres was drenched in sweat. The Friday night lights shut off all in unison, leaving the hot-blooded Colombian in nothing but darkness; an ambiance he had grown accustomed to with the aid of his partner. A long session in the showers allowed for Andres to temper his anger and allow for a cooler head to prevail. Steam fogged the mirrors as the young boy thought, [color=FFF79A][i]“There’s no point in me getting upset. I see Martha all the time anyways. Besides, she would want me to enjoy myself at homecoming, right?”[/i][/color] 

Doubt slowly crept back into the forefront of his mind, his amygdala playing for overtime. Luckily enough for Andres, he reassured himself that they would see each other at homecoming regardless of who he was paired with. It was nothing a quick visit to the bathroom couldn’t fix. 

In the remaining countdown for homecoming, Andres had finally been able to end the game of cat and mouse he had been playing with his date. Julie Macmillan was in her own league: the daughter of a rich and powerful family known throughout the fashion world. If it wasn’t for his cousin Xixi always going on about her Macmillan bag, the boy would have been out of the loop. It wasn’t her name or fame that drew Andres to her originally. Instead, it was her beautiful locks of red hair that almost set him ablaze from stealing a glance too long. While she was prim and proper, yet vain and conceited, Andres felt something else lurking behind those tempestuous gray/blue eyes. 

The date was finally set, and Andres had spent the entire day mulling over what he wanted to wear. His older brother had been watching in the hallways as Andres made several passes to and from his closet to his bed, and ever so quietly, had crept into the room like a fox. Andres had been so engrossed in rifling through clothes and finding what suit even fit him anymore that he didn't notice the older male until, without warning, Santiago struck him. 

Andres, in a quick scare, couldn’t help but lift his head up in response, only to then have it crash into the shelf above him. [color=FFF79A]“Que te pasa hombre? Siempre estas jodiendome,”[/color] he complained, face red and flustered. 

[i]“Ya hermano, cálmese. Solo vine a ayudar. Tu querido hermano te compró el traje perfecto para tu baile”[/i] Santiago said, showing off what he had hidden the whole time. 

A wave of relief crashed onto him: it was love at first site. Standing up, he couldn’t help but start laughing as he pulled his brother into a loving embrace. Andres put on the slim fitting slacks, paired with a blazer and appropriate accessories. A spritz of cologne here and some more there and Andres was finally done: dappered down in a cohesive blue ensemble. With that, his brother gave him a last once over before sending him off.

Andres jumped into his McLaren hoping to pick up Julie on the way, but it seemed she had already found a ride. So he simply shrugged his shoulders and made his way down to the country club by himself. Shortly after arriving, the dark-haired young man locked his car and checked his hair in his car window one last time before making his way inside. How hard could finding a red head in a sea of people be? It didn’t take long for him to find his pair. Making his way through the sea of people, Andres straightened himself out and took a deep breath before tapping Julie on the shoulder. 

[color=FFF79A]“Hey, your Uber driver is waiting outside,”[/color] hoping to break the ice with a mediocre joke. [/color][/indent]