Date: 2008-02-09 04:04 pm (UTC)
Gus isn't really mad anymore, he was. Oh, how he was.

He spent some time walking, alone, after that completely unnecessary wrap up that ended his chances... well, basically ended his little fantasy of being one of the 'in crowd'. Gus hurries back to the loft, needed to get his things and get out before he runs into any of the models. He's pretty sure they guys don't actually know what happened, their blank stares weren't really tracking the comotion of Shawn's speech, they'd been too busy texting each other. But all the girls knew he wasn't really one of them. And if Gus knows one thing, and only one thing about girls, it's that they spare no mercy when they think they've been made a fool of.

He takes the stairs two at a time, not paying attention to anything until he gets to his and Shawn's room. It's weird, to think he shared a room with Shawn this whole time, and probably seen less of him than any other time execpt when one of them was on a trip or something.

Gus walks into their room and stops, Shawn's already here. Packing. Gus opens his mouth to greet him, but... can't. He shuts it, and slowly goes over to start removing his own things from the closet.
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