He knew it was probibly wrong, and he had a girlfriend, and Venus was fantastic, but it was a habit Jared was hard of breaking. He sat by himself at one of the tables in the mall food court squinting his eyes and pointing out at people. "I'd do you....you....fuck you....loose the hair-bows and ...

Brendan smiled, happy to know Paris was happy with his work. He would hate to be the person who didnt have Brendan Snipes on their side in time of need. He waited for Paris to change, knowing the boy would look good anyway. He had shopped for Paris since the day he met him and knew his sizes and wha...

After nearly three hours of phone calls, traveling across town and allowing a body-guard to beat the shit out of some drug dealer, Brendan had gotten the poison. He entered Paris' room a few minutes after the nurse had left. He didnt even bother to greet Paris, even though he wanted to. Paris wouldn...

Brendan watched as Paris rocked back and closed his eyes. Snipes half smiled and rolled his eyes. He slipped his cell phone from his jeans pocket and flipped it open. Obviously the cell phone was probibly more advanced than some of NASA's latest technology. he punched in  few buttons with ease to ma...

Brendan nodded. He didnt need to ask what it was for. He knew. He smiled. "I know just the thing." He made a mental note. It was quite easy for Brendan to get a hold of nearly anything he wanted. With his parent's contacts, his vast knowlage of how to contact them, and of course his endles...

"Alright, I'll stay." It'd be a lie to say Brendan wasnt happy to get that answer from Paris. Brendan watched the chat between nurse and Paris. The nurse annoyed him. Then again anyone with a yearly sallary the same as his weekly alowance anoyed him. After the nurse left Brendan turned bac...

Brendan glanced up to catch a look at those innocent eyes. He took a breath and stood up, possibly the most ungraceful way he'd ever done anything. He was thrown. Thrown by these feelings. He took a shakey step away from the bed and turned around and shoved his hands back in his pockets and looked a...

"Thought so." Brendan stopped beside the bed again, hands in the pockets of his $120 jeans. He glanced down at his feet. What was he supposed to do? He was alone with Paris and all he wanted to do was stay there. Didnt he have placed to go? Why didnt they matter anymore? There cou...

Brendan shrugged and tossed the bandage onto the drawer-less nightstand. He rolled his eyes as Paris' inquisition. "What? You want that bloody thing on your face? Trust me, mate, its not flattering." Brendan agian started to circle the bed slowly. He decided not to try anything else with P...

Brendan smirked. Paris was a thinker. While Brendan never worked as fast as Paris, he was quite the devil when it came to destroying lives of others. Thanks to a few accountant friends he had his "rival" from his private school evicted from his home. Brendan may not hit fast but when he hi...

Brendan had started his way around the bed when Paris had started to rant again. There was no stopping the Prince of Gossip now, he was on a rampage. Nothing Snipes could do but sit and wait for the steam to clear. Brendan stopped half way around the bed and glanced down at Paris' wounded and bandag...

Paris nodded along with everything Paris said, as usual. He usualy faked his listening and just nodded at all  the times it sounded like he should, not with Paris though. Paris was one of the few Brendan actually listened to. He infact was indeed mad at the fact his friend had been hospitalized. &qu...

((Continued from: Another Day in Homeroom... )) Brendan had heard about Paris' little trip to the hospital when the boy hadnt answred his phone and through the grapevine of parents and student. The filthy-rich-boy turned the cornner as Garry had left. The boy entered the hospital room and glanced a...

((Er...not quite sure you can do that. Maybe follow Brendan but tap his cell? Someone like Brendan snipes would and does have a locked connection.)) Brendan glanced up after looking at his gloved fingers. The velvet realy hung to his hand. He paused then stopped. Garry. He glanced over at the table ...

((Continued from: A Prince's Recovery )) Brendan sat back in the large armchair in the lounge area of the Trinagle Hotel. The Triangle was a hotel only people like Brendan would stay in, where room service was the same price as a new car and you tipped the bellmen with bars of gold. The whole loung...