Suite 115 | Banyan Tree Resort, Seychelles | Friday Evening

[dollpocalypse]

Well, it had been a pretty slow week for Topher so far, leaving out the safari with Billy and Ace and that weird conversation with Natalie the other day, and maybe a tiny part of him was scandalized and appalled by the fact that some kid he didn't know on the radio had accused him of not being a partier. He was totally capable of partying, okay? Just with people he liked. That was critical.

So what was his solution? That's right. A movie night with some bros.

Well, two bros and a boyfriend. Whatever.

So the beds got pushed together, a thoroughly unreasonable amount of room service was ordered even considering they were four teenage boys, and a really bad movie was on. There were dinosaurs in it, and the dinosaurs had laser guns. That probably said it all.

"I'm sending a copy of this to Ben for whenever he gets to be a person again," Topher declared, leaning forward to grab another handful of Cheetos. "This is gold."

[[for the bros!]]

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[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Ender will be the governor of the entire planet," Tony pointed out. "It might be cool."

[selfhelphero]

"Wouldn't it be nice to be somewhere where you weren't the most talked-about person?" At least, that was how Billy imagined Tony's life was outside of Fandom.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"No TMZ following us around?"

[selfhelphero]

"If they can, then no place is safe," Billy said, wide-eyed.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Paparazzi are like roaches, my friend."