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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 3, 2010 3:56:54 GMT -5
He grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and pulled his chair up next to Rhys. Blaise grinned a little wider. "Mm, I remember. What about it?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 3, 2010 4:17:21 GMT -5
Rhys looked at Blaise like a gazelle trying to figure out whether a lion was hungry.
"I don't know," he responded in a tense voice. "Just... yeah. Yeah, the Eiffel Tower with no people sounds good."
The weird, twisty feeling came back. He was slowly starting to realize that it'd come up around Blaise before.
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 3, 2010 4:48:37 GMT -5
"If that's where you want to go. I think it's a bit boring, personally, but the view from the top of the elevator is nice, and you can get souvenirs around there as well. You can probably pick up a mini Eiffel Tower or a postcard there." Blaise shrugged and stood up, stretching one arm above his head, then the other.
He glanced back down at Rhys, the corners of his lips quirking in a slight smile. "For the record, for being incredibly drunk and to have never kissed anyone before, you weren't too bad."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 3, 2010 4:51:34 GMT -5
Rhys blushed, then buried his head in his hands and started laughing.
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 3, 2010 7:08:20 GMT -5
Blaise thought, briefly, that Rhys looked really interesting when he blushed, especially compared to his typical reaction of irritation and denial. He didn't exactly seem the blushing type, and Blaise wondered what it would take to make him blush again.
"I'm glad to see you find this so funny," he commented, though he couldn't help smiling.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 3, 2010 7:24:28 GMT -5
Rhys took a breath and tried to calm himself down.
"Guaaah. Funny, funny ain't the word I would use." He looked up at Blaise apologetically. "I'm sorry, I got issues; I don't know where the hell they came from or what's goin' on... fuck."
"Can we just go get ready? And do I have to borrow your clothes? I don't think we're the same size..."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 3, 2010 8:00:49 GMT -5
Blaise grimaced. "Just ignore her when she says things like that," he muttered. "She's just trying to insult you. You look fine to me."
He paused and looked at Rhys. "You okay? You're acting kind of weird."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 3, 2010 8:07:40 GMT -5
"Uh." Rhys looked away. "I'm... just kinda freaked out. It's all good, just... don't worry about it. It's my fault."
He started walking out of the kitchen.
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 3, 2010 21:33:44 GMT -5
Blaise shook his head and followed Rhys out of the kitchen, leading him down to the car.
The car, for which Blaise had so generously traded out the limo, was a sleek black Rolls-Royce with black leather interior and dark windows. Blaise crawled into the back seat and leaned against the window as the car rolled into motion.
"She's only taking the limo because I'm here," he muttered. "She normally drives herself."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 3, 2010 21:41:48 GMT -5
Rhys went back up to his room first to grab his camera and wallet. Back outside, he pulled the hairband out of his hair and shook it out in the sunlight; a few drops of something and a few strands of hair flew off, but then it settled normally on his shoulders.
"So does this one have somebody to drive you around, too?" He looked into the car before getting in. "I guess your parents would be afraid you'd crash into something. Uhm. What's your dad like?"
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 5, 2010 22:16:23 GMT -5
Blaise shrugged. "He's never around much, and even when he's here he's usually doing something business-related. He and my mother don't really get along, so they try not to be in the same room when they can help it."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 7, 2010 0:58:07 GMT -5
The days passed in much the same way, quiet apart from the occasional interruption from Blaise's mother, his father hardly noticing them when present, until the last day of being in Paris came. The day had mostly been spent in the city, enjoying Blaise's favorite locals and eating the expensive food, and wishing that there were some way to stay in Paris without having to deal with his mother, and still attend Dunehelden.
Despite everything, it had been a good week, and Blaise wondered if Alex's vacation had been as interesting. He hadn't spoken to him extensively in several days, and Alex's text messages thus far hadn't been particularly enlightening.
He debated whether or not to actually mention that little incident from the first night in Paris to Alex. He probably should have, given, but it would be much easier just to ignore it... And it wasn't like anything was actually going to happen between himself and Rhys, after all. Not that Blaise hadn't considered it. He also didn't relish the thought of Alex's ex-boyfriend removing his skeleton and making cookware out of it, or whatever creative method of murder someone like that would employ.
Two hours before midnight, Blaise lay stomach-down on the floor, watching Rhys attempt to hack something to death on the Wii and eating junk food, and he sighed. He really hadn't expected to have this much fun hanging out with Rhys, and a part of him wondered if it would all be over when the returned to Dunehelden.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 7, 2010 2:46:01 GMT -5
Rhys swung the nunchuk with force enough to chuck it out the window if he hadn't kept hold of it. This was fun as hell, and he had resolved to take fencing classes next semester. (The fact that he knew they even had fencing classes made him like Dunehelden a little bit more.) Outside of that, he was trying to ignore the fact he had to go back to school as much as possible. There were classes, of course (and homework, from the teachers sadistic enough to assign it over break), but he was really getting used to being friends with Blaise, as awkward as it was (very, very awkward). Plus, he was pretty sure not sleeping in the same room as the other boy had been a minor blessing for his sanity, not to mention the soft bed, beautiful surroundings, and other endless luxuries.
Rhys had come to three conclusions on this trip: one, that he wanted to be filthy stinking rich when he finished growing up; two, that while he was by no means going to say so, maybe he actually was gay, or at least not straight; and three, that he was absolute shit at any kind of introspection and it kind of scared him to be going around with stuff in his head he didn't know what it was.
He finished stabbing the fuck out of the boss-monster, and after a little ceremonial whoop and dance, realized what time it was. He saved the game and turned around to look at Blaise.
"Hey- I'm not boring ya, am I?"
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 7, 2010 3:27:05 GMT -5
Blaise shrugged, sitting up on the bed. "Nah, I'm just thinking. My arms were getting sore from playing, and you looked like you were having fun." That was not entirely the truth -- Blaise had worn himself out much worse from tennis -- but he had been getting bored with the game. Rhys had just looked like he was enjoying himself a little too much to stop him.
"I can't believe the break is over already," he murmured. Blaise cocked a grin. "You wouldn't be interested in getting smashed and making out again, just for old times sake, would you?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 7, 2010 3:43:05 GMT -5
Rhys snorted. "Y'know, if one week's your idea of old times, I hope you don't keep Alex up all night." Still, he turned off the TV and headed over to sit at the opposite end of Blaise's bed.
"It's..." He sighed. "Thank you. I've... had a hell of lot of fun. Surprisingly enough." A smirk spread over his face. "Is there anything else you wanna do? I'm not really tired."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 7, 2010 4:20:22 GMT -5
Blaise smiled. "It's nice to have someone over. It gives me an excuse to get away from my mother."
He crawled over near Rhys and sprawled out on the bed, turning over and staring at the ceiling. "Dunno. I'm kind of bored with video games. There are movies, if you wanted, though most of them are in French. Or we could go outside, though there's not much to do there either." He thought for a moment. "We could raid the kitchens. Or we could get drunk and not make out, though you saw how well that went last time."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 7, 2010 4:57:57 GMT -5
"Hmm." Rhys thought. He couldn't think of any movies he wanted to see. Outside sounded fun, but he doubted Blaise was nearly as interested in running around and climbing random trees as he was. Though...
"If I was any good at changing deliberately, I'd say let's go cause a ruckus somewhere. I'd kind of like to see you do... whatever it is you do." Rhys half-remembered the kissing. He completely remembered asking for it. But for the life of him, he couldn't make out what Blaise had said he was, except it reminded him of that weird one-eyed guy from the Harry Potter movies every time he thought about it.
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 7, 2010 5:11:14 GMT -5
He grinned. "What, you want to go run around in the back yard, or are you suggesting we go marauding through Paris? Because while I think I might be able to pull that off, someone's going to notice a giant leopard prowling around the city."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 7, 2010 5:36:13 GMT -5
"Nowhere special. Though watching you run around in Paris'd be funny. Could you crawl up people's legs?"
Looking down at Blaise, his stomach began twisting into knots, and he looked away, turning towards the window. "I dunno. I guess we've run out of stuff."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 7, 2010 5:45:35 GMT -5
"Oh, I can come up with plenty to do," Blaise countered slyly. "I just don't think you'll like my ideas, since most of them involve less than one article of clothing." Blaise traced circles on Rhys' knee with his fingernail and grinned up at Rhys.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 7, 2010 6:24:06 GMT -5
Rhys jerked away, scooting about half a foot further down the bed and pulling his leg up to his chest. He turned enough to see what Blaise was doing and folded his arms around that knee.
"Can you please just stop? I'd worry a lot less if I didn't wonder if you were gonna up and rape me," he exclaimed. As soon as it came out of his mouth, Rhys looked shocked, then turned away; he hadn't at all been intending to say that. "I- damnit." Blaise freaked him out, but it wasn't like that, and he didn't want to give the boy the idea that if he just went a little easier on him Rhys would throw himself at him. "Just stop. Okay? Please. Please stop. Touching me at least."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 7, 2010 6:51:21 GMT -5
Rhys was half-scared, half-pissed off and it came out smelling something like bleach. It was all Blaise could do not to wretch from the scent. That was the first time Rhys had ever responded like that.
Blaise held up his hands in acquiescence. "Alright, alright, no touching," he said, his voice somewhere between mildly hurt and confused. "I didn't realize it freaked you out that much. Sorry."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 7, 2010 6:59:25 GMT -5
Rhys swallowed. This shit had been much easier to take when he had just hated Blaise and presumed was a jackass. Now...
He searched the other boy's face for a moment. "Seriously? Just- seriously. I think I asked you to stop before." His tone wavered between angry and confused. "You'll... stop?"
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 7, 2010 7:13:47 GMT -5
"If it's bothering you that damn much, and you really want me to stop, then... yes. I promise." He smiled slightly. "No touching, unless you initiate it or I get really drunk."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 7, 2010 7:21:36 GMT -5
Rhys facepalmed. He expected to be embarrassed, but he actually felt better. And more confused. Maybe a little selfish.
"Uhm." He tried to figure out what to say. "Well... thanks. Uh, so got any other ideas?"
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