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Don't Try And Run From Me

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Currently on hiatus

Chapter 1: Fuck Urges

Summary:

I hate McDonald's

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SAM

McDonald's.
Litter covers the floor and wafts of greasy food fills the barely breathable air. But I suppose I have to love it either way, I am the one buying from it after all. Can you really blame me. Urges are a total bitch. But what can you do except for eat what you payed for, even if it might kill you from the diabetes that you could contract.

And of course this is when sexy face has to come in.

In walked the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. But he was so much more that. He uplifted the typical beauty standard and shattered it like a broken mirror. A rough stubble grazed the lower half of his face, defining his sharp jaw.

His body was well shaped and obviously could turn heads based on the visible biceps that were displayed through his tightly stretched shirt. Leaving nothing to the imagination. You could see the veins running down his arms and through his hands, and damn what would I give to see them wrapped around my ne-

He walked with little to no confidence, which contrasted with his beautiful exterior. Those who looked like he did usually held their heads up high and proud, and rarely ever gave two fucks about another person's opinion. Whether it be of value or not.

To others it might not seem attractive, but somehow to me it further enhanced his alluring features and increased my wanting. And all of that was from him just walking into the fucking McDonald's where I was currently eating with Aj and Cass.

God I'm gay.

Walking over to the counter he seemed to recognise someone in my direction until he started stalking towards me with a deadpanned expression. I would say that this is the best day of my life, of course coming second to when Sarah gave birth to the boys... I think.

As he got closer and closer to our table his face became much more clear and unfortunately recognisable. That did it for me. I told the boys to finish their food quickly as we were going to leave. But before I could even get up I was face to face with my supposed to be best friend.

The man himself, James Buchanan Barnes, in all of his glory.