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"My lip curled into a small smile, sight trained on the boy who fumbled close down the stairs, art easel strapped to his back and camera in hand. Admit it. I tapped the edge of my cigarette, ashes drifting down to my feet, smearing as water began to fall from the sky. This is the end. You would've never spoken to him anyway." Greyson had been arrested before, but never publicly. Heir to a wealthy business man and the brother of a cop, he should have known the assault charges wouldn't be brushed under the rug this time. His unrelenting father breaks him a deal, to assist the son of a client at a volunteer community, or to serve out his sentence and pay his own fine. Greyson would have never expected said son to be the boy in the back of his mind, the one who hid behind his camera, the boy who wasn't the least bit afraid of him. (Boy/Boy) **WARNING: I have hit a standstill on this project and don't know when I'll be returning!
The Pull
