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Tango had it bad, that was for sure.

Leather and studs and chains, and yet one pretty boy could reduce him to a stuttering, fumbling mess.

Tango watched from behind his sunglasses as Jimmy Solidarity walked through the halls to his next class, right passed the corner that Tango and his friends usually hung out with.

Impulse, one of his two best friends, nudged him, smirking. He batted him away, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up, Impy. I kkow what you're gonna say." He muttered, as Zedaph snickered from his other side.

"Your cheeks are red, T." Zed teased, and Tango scoffed.

"Yeah, yeah, I know they are. Both of you can shut your damn mouths."

Tango watched as Jimmy scurried down the hall, a ton of books stacked haphazardly in his arms. Impulse nudged Tango.

"You should go help him, T."

Tango nodded, and Zedaph gave a him a little push on the back to get him started moving forward.

Tango stumbled, before quickly righting himself and jogging over to Jimmy.

"Solidarity! Hey!" He said, desperately trying to keep his cheeks a neutral color and his voice level. "You need any help with that?"