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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 22, 2010 22:44:59 GMT -5
As if on cue, Blaise's stomach rumbled slightly, reminding him that he'd been awake for several hours and had yet to actually eat anything.
"Unless you think there's some drama the two of us could get into that ends in at least one of us getting naked, food probably sounds like a good option." Blaise skipped up beside Rhys and grinned. "I take it we're going to grab something of Rhythan's rather than attempting to make our own?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 22, 2010 22:50:29 GMT -5
Rhys could think of quite a number of things, including a few that involved eating at the same time, but he shook them out of his head.
"Yeah. That sounds like a better idea."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 23, 2010 0:35:25 GMT -5
(About a week and a half after Spring Break.) ___________________________________
Rhys fumbled with the doorknob, a bag of library books in one hand, a blanket in the other, and a bag of cafeteria snacks in his teeth. Eventually, it came halfway open, but the little whatsit got stuck between the inside and outside of the doorlatch and wouldn't budge.
Growling loudly, he turned one shoulder to the door and slammed into it so that it smacked the wall of the dorm, then bustled in to drop his stuff on his bed. As he did, he grabbed a filled meat-pastry thing from the bag and began devouring it, then headed over to close the door back.
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 23, 2010 1:32:28 GMT -5
Blaise heard the banging and clattering from the bathroom, though by now he was used to his roommate's occasional temper problems. Blaise finished toweling his hair off, then glanced up at the mirror and winced. His roots were beginning to show just a bit, and though it wasn't terribly obvious just yet, he would probably need to touch up his hair sometime in the next week. Especially considering that he was fairly certain Rhys was under the impression he was a natural blond, and he wasn't eager to hear what Rhys would have to say about him bleaching his hair.
He considered actually styling his hair, but given that the only one around was his roommate, it would be probably be a waste of gel. He combed his fingers through his hair briefly, then slung open the bathroom door just in time to come face to face with his roommate.
Luckily for Rhys, Blaise was at least fully clothed this time. Or, at least, mostly covered -- many people wouldn't have considered an undershirt and shorts to be fully clothed. Of course, those people weren't rooming with Blaise.
"Try to leave a bit of the door in tact," Blaise commented dryly. "I was getting kind of fond of this one. I was even thinking of naming it."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 23, 2010 2:10:28 GMT -5
Rhys flipped Blaise off and flopped down on his bed, kicking his shoes off as he arranged himself.
"Fuck history," he grumbled. "I can't fuckin' wait until I get out of high school; except then I'll probably be expected to go to some college."
"Three-page fuckin' paper on fuckin' mages in medieval Europe, just finished a goddamn paper for English and it's not like we've gone over that but it's the only damn thing I can find on this fuckin' list that won't take a million years. Shove some goddamn baguette up his tiny frilly ass."
Rhys chomped into the meat pastry and glowered at the books he'd selected, trying to figure out which one would be the least stupid to read first, or if he'd just ought to start with science homework. That was so much easier- you just read the book, filled in the worksheet blanks, and occasionally restated things in a paragraph essay to show you were paying attention and not just copying like some douche. Maybe he could be a scientist.
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 23, 2010 21:50:10 GMT -5
Blaise shook some of the wetness from his hair, then followed Rhys across the room and plopped down casually on Rhys' bed. He leaned back against the headboard, folding his arms behind him head.
"Pfft, history. What's to know?" Blaise gestured absently. "There was Merlin, he blew some shit up, and then the Christians came in and burned everyone at the stake." He grinned over at his roommate. "Want me to write it for you?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 23, 2010 22:20:10 GMT -5
Rhys sat up on his elbows and turned around to raise an eyebrow at Blaise. "No."
Stupid Blaise was giving him a few more ideas of what to do. He dug his fingers into the blanket, dropped his head and sighed.
"Fuckin' hate this," he said, referring to several different things.
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 23, 2010 22:41:48 GMT -5
Blaise could smell the flurry of emotion wafting off of Rhys, spicy and warm and sharp, but with the same undercurrent of something woodsy he couldn't quite place -- pine, maybe? Or was it maple? He always seemed to smell like he should have been covered in sap. Which might now have been the best train of thought to follow at the moment.
"Yeah, history's kind of stupid," Blaise replied absently, though he was sure that wasn't all Rhys meant.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 23, 2010 22:49:38 GMT -5
Rhys made a growly sort of grumbling noise. "I don't wanna do homework. I wanna... go out and do something, do something fun, but I don't wanna bug Kathy. 'Specially since I think she might be dating somebody. 'Specially... I don't really wanna be around people I could hurt in this mood."
"You got any ideas that don't involve you getting nakeder than you already are?"
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 23, 2010 23:09:54 GMT -5
"'Strenuous physical activity' seems like the obvious answer, but you really are limiting my options." Blaise thought for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. "We could play tennis, or if you want sometime less structured, we could, I don't know, grab a few of those practice weapons and try to knock each other unconscious or something."
Blaise smirked and looked back at Rhys. "Unless you wanted to make out, in which case...I could try really hard not to take my clothes off?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 23, 2010 23:16:25 GMT -5
Rhys grumbled to himself and tried to think about that. Tennis wouldn't be a terrible idea, but he wasn't sure he could stay calm enough for it. The other thing... no. Just...
"Are you still dating Alex?" he said suddenly.
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 23, 2010 23:51:40 GMT -5
"Nah, we broke up a while back. He and Hitoshi got back together sometime over spring break." He glanced back up at Rhys, raising an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 24, 2010 0:07:51 GMT -5
"I dunno. Just hopin' you're not that much of a dick."
Would it be more pathetic to ask, to try to make Blaise ask, or to lay here like an idiot and hope everything went away?
He pushed the library books off into the floor, then leaned over to drag his science book and notebook out of his backpack.
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 24, 2010 0:31:36 GMT -5
Blaise shrugged. "Guess it's all for the best, considering, but that does leave me dateless for prom, and like hell I'm going alone."
He rolled over on his side and turned to face Rhys. "You haven't somehow gotten a date while I wasn't looking, have you? I'll be sort of put out if I don't at least get to give you my opinion." Blaise grinned. "Besides, someone has to keep you away from bad influences. Wouldn't want some jackass trying to take advantage of you."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 24, 2010 0:50:34 GMT -5
Rhys snorted. "Nah, I'd just eat them."
He closed his eyes for a moment. This can't be that bad.
"D'you..." he trailed off, then sighed. "Are you at all interested in actually... y'know... You know." He stared accusingly at Blaise.
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 24, 2010 1:09:34 GMT -5
Blaise rolled his eyes, then pushed himself upright so that he was on the same eye level as his roommate. "Rhys, do you want to go to prom with me?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 24, 2010 1:11:39 GMT -5
"Uh." His mouth pulled back into an awkward grimace. "Maybe. D'you-"
He sighed. "Would there actually be any damn difference if I asked you if you wanted to go out with me from what we're doin' already?"
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 24, 2010 1:32:25 GMT -5
"Aside from actual going on dates every once in a while?" Blaise chewed on his lip for a moment, thinking. "What would you want to be different?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 24, 2010 1:36:15 GMT -5
"I dunno. What d'you normally do when you date people?" He started re-reading the chapter in his textbook, not looking at Blaise.
"I guess I'd... probably feel a lot better about other stuff, and want t'get to know you, and probably get kinda pissed if you ended up chasin' some other random idiot. I dunno, what would you want?"
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 24, 2010 22:09:16 GMT -5
Blaise hmmed softly, leaning back and bracing himself against the mattress. "I don't really know. I haven't thought about that much before." He shrugged. "I'd hope that I'd at least be able to kiss you occasionally without having to get you drunk first, if nothing else, but if I'm actually dating you, I'll probably stop trying so damn hard to seduce you." Blaise glanced sidelong at Rhys and gave him a suggestive grin. "Unless you wanted me to, of course."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 24, 2010 22:33:45 GMT -5
Rhys looked at Blaise, watching his expression. He was tempted- really tempted- and between that and his temper tonight he was getting really tense.
"If you stopped trying s'damn hard I might be more amenable to the idea," he grumbled. "Grmmh. So you ain't thought about it, huh? Hmm."
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 24, 2010 23:55:10 GMT -5
"So, what, you're saying I should back off and make you come to me? I think I could manage that." He stretched his arms above his head and tried to think about what he would normally want from a relationship. Well, besides the obvious.
"Honestly, I just want it to be fun. I can handle this whole not-cheating thing usually, but the thing over spring break... Well. I told Alex about it, and I was really drunk." He paused. "Well, kind of drunk, anyway." Blaise doubted it helped his case terribly to Rhys, but it at least made him feel better that he didn't actually hurt Alex.
"Just as long as you don't get too serious about this relationship," he added. "Monogamy is one thing, but I had one girl start writing our wedding vows after dating for three weeks. It was kind of creepy."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 25, 2010 0:19:30 GMT -5
Rhys snorted. "Nah. More like I'll get more used to this and... hell, I dunno. I don't expect you to be serious. Just don't expect me that I necessarily give a damn what you do."
He grumbled again, dropping his face back between his arms. "Guess that's about what you'd want anyway."
..."Mmh. So."
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 25, 2010 0:38:37 GMT -5
"So." Blaise yawned and stretched his arms above his head. He thought for a minute. "I guess that means I'll be wearing the dress to prom? After all, you don't exactly have the legs for a dress."
Blaise's lips quirked up in a slight smile. "Besides," he added, "I bet you'd look hot in a tux."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 25, 2010 0:44:24 GMT -5
"Eeyep. If we're goin', I-" He swallowed. "I'll find a tux."
Asshole was good at the 'let you come to me' thing. Presuming he was doing that intentionally. Godfuckingfuckdamnitwhore.
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