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Post by chase michael jackson on Dec 10, 2012 2:37:15 GMT
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Sometimes a nice change in scenery was needed. He was thnking about the conversation he had before with Bree. How she didn't like the repetition of her life. Chase hadn't really thought about it being repetitive. But it was. He had always thought he had a good life, compared to what he used to have. He used to be beaten when his dad drunk. He was forced to hide in his own home, with parents that weren't actually his. He didn't understand why he was put in such a circumstance. Why did he have to get all the bad things at once.
He took a deep sigh and walked farther along the pond. It was peaceful. Chase loved the outdoors. He loved the earth and the water even. He might not be a water sprite, but he still found it peaceful. Not as bad as he loved the dirt and the Earth. But he still liked it. He smiled to himself as he sat down next to the shoreline of the pond. Chase ran his hand over the ground, creating a design in the ground. Things were changing now... and he liked it. He didn't used to have anyone around here. He was alone. Now he had Brent and Bree. Maybe he was wrong about his feelings for Bree. Maybe he was right before when he thought he was gay. But it was different. If Chase was with Bree, then he could be... more normal. He wouldn't be a complete outcast. For once in his life he was feeling like he belonged. He honestly did like Bree. That part wasn't a lie. He just didn't think it was the romantic feeling he thought before.
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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Dec 10, 2012 3:13:19 GMT
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If you can't swim its probably a good idea to steer clear of anywhere with a body of water. But such simple logic was always lost with Alex, just like it was today as he hopped from rock to rock which bordered the pond. They were kind of slippery; the surfaces of the rocks were eroded from the constant, gentle lapping of water and then covered in a greenish film of algae. It had only been a matter of time before Alex was limping away, wet up to his knees, having done something stupid to his ankle on one of the rocks. In his defence... it'd been fun.
His feet squelching in his shoes - god, suede shoes, they were going to be ruined! - Alex wandered about the edge of the pond aimlessly. At least his cigarettes hadn't gotten wet. The sprite would've gladly trades places with his shoes though. When they dried they were going to be warped and faded. Awesome.
Alex could feel his cheery mood flagging but, to his joy, there was a figure sat by the shoreline of the water. It was... uh... that guy! Alex chewed the inside of his cheek and clicked his fingers impatiently. That guy... the one that worked in the cafeteria. The one that was surprisingly dating Bree. The one that radiated gay in overwhelming waves which were so fucking intense, Alex could just about sense them from where he was stood. Alex bet his week's earnings that coffee-guy wasn't as straight as he made himself out to be.
Half-hobbling, half-trotting, Alex set off for the other sprite and crouched down where he sat, seemingly immersed in thought - probably debating if the cardigan was "too gay" or those fuschia skinnies or... oh my god, those moccasins! They were adorable! "Oooh... nice shoes. Wanna swap?" Alex asked, plonking himself down in front of him. "Mine're... kinda wet? Okay. Maybe not 'kinda'. More like 'a lot'." Inside his shoes, Alex's socked toes made a squeaking noise as they rubbed against the sodden insole. Just in case the guy, y'know, doubted the veracity of his tale? The sprite snorted at himself and slipped out a cigarette from the battered carton with an amused twinkle in his eye. "S'up, coffee-guy? Want one?"
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Post by chase michael jackson on Dec 10, 2012 3:53:14 GMT
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Chase was kind of surprised, yet horrified to find Alex coming over to him and sitting down in front of him. He didn't exactly know if he liked this guy. It wasn't so much the sexual advance from before as much as Alex nagging about his choice in life. He didn't know anything about Chase's life, so he didn't have a right to judge it. He had struck a nerve before... and that was hard to do with Chase. "Oh. Hey, Alex."
[/b] Chase mumbled but didn't stop creating a pattern into the ground. It had escalated from a swirly line to just swirls in general. "Sorry. But I like my shoes."[/b] Chase shrugged. It was his fault for walking in the water. He got to deal with the wet shoes now. Idiot. "So what do you want? To tell me I need to drink. Or that I'm boring. Or maybe laugh because I'm a virgin?"[/b] Chase asked him coldly. There was just something about Alex that made him irritated. At least he wasn't stuttering and not able to talk. He would rather be cold and tell this little... asshole off. He looked at the cigarette that Alex pulled out. Sure, Chase had smoked before. It wasn't a habit of his... but he smoked every once in a while. Why not. He slipped the fag out of the kids hand and put it between his own lips. "Don't mind if I do. Gotta light?"[/b] [/div] STARRING: Alex| OUTFIT: Clicky| NOTES: | [/center] |
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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Dec 10, 2012 4:17:55 GMT
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Wow. Coffee-guy was giving off some pretty uncool vibes right now. The ice in his tone was hard to ignore and it actually caught Alex a bit off guard. Even if those were three possible conversation-starters that the guy had just listed. Buuuut... seeing as either one of them were just going to make the man's mood even more foul, Alex decided to just leave them for another day. The sprite slipped a smoke between his own pink lips and cupped a lighter near the end of Chase's, lighting it before doing so with his own.
"Not laugh at you." Alex said with a heavy shrug, pausing to take the first, sweet and long drag on his cigarette. "You'll have your, uh, reasons. A girl's body can be a daunting thing, I suppose but... whatever. I'm rooting for you!" He chuckled merrily and gave the other sprite a thumbs up. Even if he didn't believe a single bit of the hetero-shit that Chase had going on right now. So he lowered his voice a few pitches, got the faintest hint of his continental purr going and looked at Chase with an eyebrow quirked. "But, y'know, if you ever need help with that.... what're friends for?"
And then, as quick as it'd came, all vestiges of a seductive growl were gone. And Alex was smiling again, making sure to blow his smoke away from coffee-man's face. "We're not amigos though... are we?" Hell, they weren't. Chase's greeting hadn't been all that amiable. Cigarettes don't forge friendships but it wouldn't be a bad idea if they did.
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Post by chase michael jackson on Dec 10, 2012 4:27:23 GMT
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This guy was aggravating to Chase. He really was. He rolled his eyes and let Alex light the cigarette. He took a long drag that ended in a cough he tried to cover up. So he hadn't exactly smoked in a while... so sue him. He kept the smoke between his fingers and didn't take another drag right away. He let his lungs get used to the feeling. "I'm not interested. Just back off."
[/b] Chase mumbled, but he couldn't stop the blush coming on his face. Fucking overactive blush. Why did he have to blush over everything. It was honestly unfair. "J-just stop! I'm with B-bree!"[/b] Chase said probably a bit too forcefully. He was. That wasn't a lie. Whether he thought he should be or not was another story. He thought he was gay before. He had kissed Brent. Or... Brent had kissed him. He had gotten snuggly with Brent too. That felt right. What he had with Bree... didn't. He wanted to protect her. He wanted her happy. He just didn't think that would be with him. "No. We aren't amigos."[/b] Chase rolled his eyes at the other sprite. He was annoying and pushy and those were two things Chase didn't like. He didn't like people pushing at his life. He had things hidden in his life that he didn't want anyone to find out. He wasn't about to let some random fucking kid find out the secrets no one else knows. [/div] STARRING: Alex| OUTFIT: Clicky| NOTES: | [/center] |
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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Dec 10, 2012 4:41:58 GMT
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"Woah, tranquilo, I never said you weren't, coffee-man." Defensive much? Alex, unlike some men he'd come along in his travels, knew what a 'no' meant and what rejection insinuated. The younger man curled his slender and calloused fingers around his smoke and looked away to the pond where ducks waddled, quacked and laughed. If Chase wanted to carry on with whatever he had going on with Bree, fair do. Wasn't Alex's business to pry or stick his nose in. That was his sexuality crisis to fret about. Not Alex's. Thank fuck.
But Chase confirming that they weren't amigos struck a chord inside the air sprite. Alex liked the coffee-man. He thought he was, y'know, cute and an alright guy. Cute. Alex snorted a laugh and spluttered as he choked on his own smoke from doing so. He'd checked out Chase's arms as soon as he'd heard that the guy banged drums and, although they had been concealed under sleeves, Alex was positive that he wouldn't ever mind being picked up in them and whisked away. Big fantasy, yeah, he knew that. But shush. Chase didn't need to know.
"Well, I'm not about to apologize for whoever I am so... want a toffee?" Alex dug in his pocket and produced a small paper bag with chewy sweets wrapped in an assortment of gaudily coloured foils. He shook it gently, making them crinkle about together, as if it'd make them more enticing, the way a dancer shakes her hips or a male model flips his hair. "Truce toffee?"
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Post by chase michael jackson on Dec 10, 2012 4:55:39 GMT
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Okay so maybe Chase was a bit too harsh on Alex. He didn't like being mean. He took another drag of the cigarette. This time not coughing as he did so. He took a deep sigh afterward. He looked back down as his decoration and began doing it again. It was a way of distracting his mind. It worked most of the time. He felt bad now. Stupid nice genes. He blamed the parents he never knew. "Sorry. It's just my past and my lifestyle is a delicate topic to me. Not going to say why. You'll just have to accept that."
[/b] Chase told him in a serious tone. He didn't want anyone questioning what he did or why he did it. "And I'll pass on the toffee, but I'll take you up on the truce I guess."[/b] So he was a softie. He didn't like being angry at someone... and he didn't like being mean. "You don't have to apologize for who you are. I think it's cool that you travel so much and whatever."[/b] Chase told him as he smiled. Back to Chase. He could do that. Alex didn't mean anything by what he said before, Chase was sure. It was kind of pathetic Chase was still a virgin and was as old as he was. He couldn't imagine what Alex would think if he told him he hadn't even made out with anyone before. [/div] STARRING: Alex| OUTFIT: Clicky| NOTES: | [/center] |
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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Dec 10, 2012 5:54:41 GMT
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"Sure, sunshine, I mean, like, you'll have your reasons and stuff... so... y'know. I'll stay, uh, out of it." That wasn't what Alex wanted to say. But he felt as though that it'd been the only thing he'd be able to say without fearing another cold front from Chase. Something was up with him. It didn't take a genius to suss that one out. The younger sprite wanted to tell the other that bottling stuff up was bad for you, it'd turn poisonous and make you sick, that it'd be best to cleanly cut through whatever chains bound him and sift through whatever emotional baggage was weighing him down. But... he couldn't. That probably wasn't what Chase wanted to hear.
"But if you ever, like, need someone to just listen..." Alex trailed off and gave a meek shrug. Personally, he found it easier to blab about his problems to some random fucker he'd never laid eyes on before rather than to a friend. Friends knew you, their opinions were biased and they sometimes pussy-foot around things that should be said. But, strangers? Nah. Most are clean out with the gritty and sometimes ugly truth. Just last week Alex got told that he was a snot-nosed brat who had taken his parents for granted. It was a truth though. Even if it'd hurt.
Alex's face brightened considerably when Chase accepted his offer for a truce. He even forgot about the horrid feeling of soggy socks for a moment. "Sure you don't want a toffee? They're warm?" He gave a suggestive wiggle of his shaped eyebrows before setting the small bag down in front of him. Warm toffees, no doubt warmed by his upper thigh and an area dangerously close to his groin.
"Yeah, its nice to travel." Alex said, beaming - he'd gotten what seemed to be an honest smile out of Chase! Success! "Y'see a lot of things out there. Not all nice but, y'know, that's maybe what I like about it. Its honest. But I think I would've gone insane or ended up dead on a roadside if it weren't for Tootie." His cat, Tootie, which he'd scooped up off the road one rainy afternoon in the Spring two years ago. She'd been soaking and he'd been needing a friend. He fed her and she gave him company. She didn't exactly belong to him but the cat didn't seem to mind hanging around with him.
"My cat. Sweet little thing." Alex chuckled, his hand going into his back pocket and fishing out his wallet. With a snap of his wrist, he opened it one-handedly and showed Chase a picture of Alex holding a scruffy-looking black cat which was a bit of the roly-poly side. It was maybe a bit sad that Alex filled that see-through bit of a wallet which people usually filled with family pictures with a picture of himself and his cat.
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