gavin slid into his chair, putting his feet up on his desk. he guessed it had become a habit. it was nine, so he wouldn't have to worry about seeing connor. god what was wrong with him? why the hell was he having feelings for a piece of plastic? maybe because he was attractive. right amount of little freckles, his soft brown eyes, the way his hair looks perfect but there's still that one curl that hangs down. connor was like his coffee, just right. gavin sighed, looking over at his computer screen. a new case, great. something to take his mind off of that plastic prick.

ok hi i'm back. i was dead for awhile but i have risen from the grave to give you the gay. you're welcome. i'll probably make a longer chapter tomorrow, but for rn imma just put this here. also, is it alright if i make a one shot story for another fandom?? i'll keep doing dbh stuff, but i really wanna do other fandoms that i like. oofers idk what else to say, so yeah. thanks for sticking around, and a new chapter will be up soon :,)