Drive me WILD ; with your s.w.e.e.t. SWEET words [ Crystal ]

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He giggled as he danced up beside Tyrell, "Not everyone appreciates you dancing on them."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Sure they do," Tyrell said, bumping up against Cas.

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He ruffled Tyrell's hair, not caring if he was sweaty or anything, "Yeah, that's why they were giving you dirty looks!"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Nonsense!" Tyrell said. He took Cas' hands and pulled him closer. "My touch is magic!"

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"Oh really?" Caspian laughed and squeezed his hands, "Magic touch, huh?"

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"Yeah, don't you feel it?" Tyrell asked. He lifted their hands and shook them a little.

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"Yeah, of course," he laughed, "I never denied it!"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Good," Tyrell said, nodding. He spun him around and then caught his hand again.

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Caspian, as he spun around, felt a very strong surge of happiness jolt through his body. Dancing around with Tyrell like this, being carefree and having fun- it all felt right. When Tyrell caught his hand again, Cas smiled and moved a little closer.

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Tyrell's breath caught in his throat as he gazed into Caspian's eyes. So much for being friends. He couldn't shake the thought of kissing him again, right then and there.

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For some reason, Cas blushed, which wasn't an unusual occurence for him, but he hardly ever blushed just because of a look in Tyrell's eyes. It made him giddy too, like a rush of adrenaline just spiked through his veins.

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Tyrell forced himself to turn his face away and take a step back. "Maybe we should go," he shouted over the music.

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There was obvious disappointment in Caspian's eyes, but he nodded anyways, "Yeah, we should," he agreed.

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Tyrell made his way through the crowd, his eyes on the ground. He didn't want to risk looking at Caspian. He had to push a little to get to the door.

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Caspian tripped after him, apologizing quietly to those he shoved, though it didn't really matter. It was habit, really.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Tyrell stepped outside and breathed in the cool night air. It helped calm down his hammering heart. Only slightly, though.

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When Cas tried shoving passed one guy, he was rewarded with a shove in return and the boy immediately scowled, "Thanks a lot, *sshole," he muttered in what he thought was a quiet voice, but the reaction he received led him to believe he'd been louder than he thought. Caspian had to duck and move quick- which in his tipsy state, made him quite clumsy. He practically tumbled out of the door behind Tyrell.

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Tyrell turned around, a surprised look on his face. "What happened?"

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"I was just avoiding getting punched," Cas replied sheepishly, standing up and rubbing the back of his neck.

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Tyrell's eyes flashed dangerously. "Who tried to punch you?"