Say You Don't Want It [CHASE]

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] It's not a miracle we needed, no, I wouldn't let you think so   Brent was possibly being a bit of an idiot right now. Not in his mind though. Of course this, in Brent's head, was completely normal. There was only Chase around somewhere, cleaning up; Brent wasn't really sure if he was even in the same room since he was so focused on his powers at the moment. Anyway, this wasn’t abnormal in the slightest… it was a perfectly acceptable way for Brent to spend his time instead of working like he was supposed to. Ah, well, at least he’d found another way to keep himself amused next time he got really bored. Although, knowing Brent, that was bound to be really soon. He was sat at one of the tables in Brennville café, hunched over a small, white candle and wearing a wide grin. Brent had two hands hovering over the top of the candle, eyes staring intently at it until –BAM!– Brent clicked his fingers and there was a flame. He thought that maybe he’d ended up shouting out ‘bam!’ at the same time, though he wasn’t sure. Brent clicked his fingers –WOOSH! – the flame had been extinguished. And this time, Brent was almost sure a dramatic-sounding ‘woosh!’ had escaped his lips. He continued igniting and extinguishing the flame for a while longer, making several ridiculous sound effects as he did so. By this point the fire sprite was completely unaware of his surroundings, his only focus being on the candle. [/style]   TAG: Chase NOTES: *DEAD FROM GIGGLES* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[chase michael jackson]

Chase and Brent had just closed up the cafe. They were the only ones there at the moment and he didn't mind that. Chase liked Brent. He was a funny guy when he wasn't mad over someone not knowing who Fall Out Boy was. That was a dangerous time... He kept the mood light and friendly in the cafe. Even if he wasn't the best worker. Chase had wandered to the back to get some cleaning supplies from the cabinet. When he came back out he heard Brent yell BAM. Kind of loudly. Did he... mean to do that? Chase stopped where he was. Unsure as to what exactly was going on at the moment. He looked at Brent with a confused look but Brent's back was to him. He couldn't even see it.

Quickly, Chase started moving to the side, grabbing the cleaning stuff he had just grabbed and went to clean the counter. Then he heard a Woosh! What the fuck was Brent doing? Definitely not cleaning. Chase set the cleaning stuff down and walked up behind Brent, leaning his head over his shoulder so their heads were directly next to each other. "Brent? What are you doing with that candle."

[/b] Chase asked with a questioning sound to his voice.

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[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] It's not a miracle we needed, no, I wouldn't let you think so   Fixated on the candle, Brent carried on using his powers to manipulate the flame though he knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep it up for much longer. He was basically draining all of his energy to do this, when his energy was actually meant to be wasted by him working. Oops? Okay, not oops. Brent barely ever got any work done. He was always too busy nattering with customers or finding some unique ways to save himself from complete boredom to work. Brent jumped slightly when he heard Chase’s voice from right beside him. Like, right beside him. Wow, he hadn’t even noticed that his co-worked was literally centimetres away from him. Okay, maybe he’d pretty much just been stuck in his own little ‘I am the master of fire, fear me puny mortals’ world just then, which was kind of possibly slightly strange. “Well, Chase, I was just…” Brent glanced over at the candle, flapping his hand at it before letting it drop into his lap and frowning, not really phased by the lack of personal space here. “I dunno. What was I doing?” He was just about the biggest idiot on the planet. [/style]   TAG: Chase NOTES: *DEAD FROM GIGGLES* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[chase michael jackson]

The corner of Chase's mouth curled up on the edges when Brent jumped slightly. It was kind of amusing. Chase and Brent weren't exactly friends, but they weren't on bad terms. They were workers that didn't mind being in each others company. Chase couldn't complain. He was kind of the closest thing Chase had to a friend. He would take it any day.

"From where I was watching... it looked like you were lighting the candle and then putting the candle out."

[/b] Chase offered with a teasing smile on his face. "Complete with some pretty kick ass sound effects."[/b] Chase told Brent as his smile grew bigger into a full out one.

Honestly, what sprite didn't play with their powers here and there? None that Chase had ever met, even if he hasn't met that many people. "Don't worry. I play with my powers too."[/b] He laughed and said so Brent wouldn't think he was completely weird, even though he pegged Brent as someone that didn't care if people thought he was weird or not. It was something he admired about Brent and wished he would be able to do. Chase just kind of honestly wanted someone to call a friend. He'd been alone for as long as he could.


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[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] It's not a miracle we needed, no, I wouldn't let you think so   Chase was lying. That was totally, one-hundred per cent false. Apart from Brent’s sound effects being ‘pretty kick ass’, now that was true; which probably meant the rest of what he was saying had to be true as well but he was just going to choose to ignore that. “You never saw anything. I was cleaning the table, doing my job, like I always do.” Brent smirked, jabbing Chase’s cheek gently with his index finger. Brent was actually quite grateful to hear that Chase played with his powers too. Most people probably did, actually, it wasn’t exactly that weird. Chase always ended up making Brent feel a little self-conscious, for reasons Brent had yet to discover. They were friends… kind of? Almost friends? Brent didn’t really know. He liked Chase though, he was pretty awesome. Even if Brent sometimes caught him laughing at him but, hey, everyone laughed at Brent. He was used to it by now. “Ah, but I bet you don’t make kick ass sound effects at the same time.” he challenged the other sprite, raising a brow and nodding his head slightly. Yup, that was a job only for the coolest of people. At least that was what Brent was going to carry on telling himself so he didn’t feel like quite so much of a retard. [/style]   TAG: Chase NOTES: *DEAD FROM GIGGLES* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[chase michael jackson]

"Ow!"

[/b] Chase whined even though it didn't really hurt as Brent's finger poked his cheek. He rubbed it with the palm of his hand with a slight pout on his face. "The day you do your job like you're supposed to is the day I don't."[/b] Chase told him with a laugh. The pout was gone by then. Only amusement and laughter was on his face. Something he wasn't used to but loved.

Brent had him there. Not most people came up with sound effects with their powers. Chase sure hadn't. He had been forced to learn everything through school and on his own. He didn't know he was a sprite until later in his life. Chase made it his mission in life to master his powers since then. "Why make sound effects when you can let the powers do the talking."[/b] Chase said as he held out one of his hands and let a rose grow in his palm before setting it on the table without a second thought. Chase had always thought Brent was kind of cute. It was one of those things he tried forcing his mind to not think about but never really could fully stop himself. It was just one of those things that happened.


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[brent zachary mckinney]

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[chase michael jackson]

Chase snorted at Brent when he said he always did his job. They both knew it was quite the opposite. Chase didn't mind picking up his slack. He was a hard worker most of the time and liked his job. It kept him distracted from his past and his memories. Normally he just thought about how to play a certain song on the drums while he worked. It was a good way to pass the time when business was a tad on the slow side.

When Brent took the flower from the table and put it behind his ear, only to then turn and kiss Chase on the cheek... well. Chase wasn't exactly expecting that to happen. He didn't even think about the fact he had just kind of given Brent a Rose. "O-Oh... Uhm. Yeah... No problem."

[/b] Chase stuttered out before looking down while his cheeks turned an embarrassing shade of red.

Sure, Chase suspected Brent was gay or bisexual at the least. What with the apron he wore. Chase was pretty sure no straight guy would kiss another guys cheek like that though. This just kind of confirmed his suspicions. Not that it mattered or anything... They were co-workers. Not to mention they didn't truly know each other.


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[brent zachary mckinney]

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[chase michael jackson]

Chase didn't know what to do when he saw Brent start to lean forward... he was... no. He wouldn't. Fuck!. Chase froze. He hadn't kissed anyone before. He knew he was attracted to guys. Porn showed him that much. Not... that he did that a lot or anything. No way. Chase didn't think about Brent's lips meeting his though. He let his eyes flutter for the second or so they were latched together. Opening them quickly as Brent pulled away. Chase's mouth was open slightly and he was looking at Brent with a shocked expression. No... no fucking way that just happened...

"I-I should... uhm. Clean. Yeah... I'll just go clean."

[/b] Chase muttered before rushing away from Brent and going behind the counter. He couldn't do this. One Brent was a coworker.. two.. they barely knew each other. Chase's first kiss was supposed to be something special, right? Well this wasn't special! Yet... those lips... they felt so.... good. They felt like they belonged on Chase's lips. He wanted to go back over and kiss him again, in fact. Something other than an obvious mistake. That's what it was though.. a mistake. Chase's cheeks were bright red and he started organizing things on the counter that were already organized. His brain didn't really process that though.


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[brent zachary mckinney]

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[chase michael jackson]

Chase didn't want Brent to apologize or anything. Sure... that was kind of Chase's first kiss but that didn't mean it was horrible or anything like that. It just meant that his first kiss wasn't as special as he had always thought it would be. Brent wasn't a stranger though. It could have been worse. It could have been forced on him by someone he didn't know or didn't want. He just... didn't want it to happen like that. Chase thought that maybe if it was at a different time then Chase wouldn't have minded as much as he did right now. He wasn't exactly mad though. It took a lot for Chase to get mad at someone.

"Don't worry about it... honestly. It wasn't that big of a deal and I've already forgotten about it."

[/b] Chase told Brent, flashing a smile that was kind of obviously fake before going back to organizing the stuff on the counter. They had to be almost done by now... Chase kind of just wanted to get out of here. Well it was between leaving or grabbing Brent and kissing him longer and harder than what they just did. It was a tough decision for Chase but he didn't think Brent would like the latter. After all... he did just say he didn't think, which meant he didn't think about what he did and therefore wouldn't have done it if he had. Chase would just deal with it and clean. Wasn't a big deal.


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[brent zachary mckinney]

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[chase michael jackson]

Chase couldn't fake clean forever. He took a deep sigh before stopping. It wasn't distracting him anymore. He needed to just get over it and leave or something. Close the shop and go home to his drum set so he could smash the shit out of it. He jumped up on the counter next to Brent and looked over at him. He was exceedingly adorable. He kind of always was. With the pink apron and his attitude... Chase didn't know why he hadn't tried being friends with him before. He obviously had a love of Fall Out Boy.

He heard the tapping and put his hand over Brent's fingers to stop them. It was too annoying to let him do that. He kept his hand there though. Obviously they didn't exactly have boundaries tonight. Chase keeping his hand over Brent's wasn't as big as Brent kissing him. "Yeah. It is boring. So let's just sit here and talk instead. We haven't really... I mean we know each other but we don't like... know each other and I just... maybe we could... I just... yeah. Talk?"

[/b] Chase said as his cheeks blushed and his mouth rambled. He only did that when he was confused or nervous about something.


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[brent zachary mckinney]

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