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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 16:09:43 GMT -5
Nash nodded, wishing he had someone to fill in for him. But he didn't. And it he skipped his job, and his mom found out he had spent all night -and kissed- the boy she seemed to despise, he would be back at his dad's.
'Mama, we all go to hell..' He thought, the beat of the song playing in his head. He finished off his water, tempted to climb back into bed. But he didn't know if he would ever see Dylan again, so he decided against it.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 16:27:01 GMT -5
Dylan stood, slinking over to the couch, tugging his shirt back down over his stomach. He dropped down, glanced back over at Nash. 'When are you free again? It was..nice....being able to hang out with somebody that doesn't annoy me.' He chewed on his lip, wondering how that sounded, afraid to admit to what the boy made him feel.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 16:41:59 GMT -5
'I gotta work until ten. And it's my dad's week to have me. He won't mind if you come over. He might let you stay this weekend if you aren't working.' He signed, then walked over to the fridge. He pulled off a piece of paper, glancing at it. 'I have classes every day except Thursday, but I work from four to close. And this weekend I work from six to close on Sunday.'
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 16:45:14 GMT -5
'I'm free this weekend, I have to work nights all week though.' He kicked back some, staring up at the ceiling thoughfully for a moment. He glanced back at Nashville.
'Can I get your number? We can make plans for this weekend if you're up for it.' He hoped desperately that he wasn't making a fool of himself by asking.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 16:52:53 GMT -5
'I don't know what my number is.' He shrugged. 'My mom never told me. She said I didn't need anyone to know it besides her and my step dad. But you can text your phone from mine.' He walked over to the couch, feeling in between the cushions before he found it on the floor. He handed it over, sitting down next to Dylan.
((I'll get him a phone up later))
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 16:56:26 GMT -5
Dylan nodded, wondering why his mother acted in such ways. He took Nash's phone, saving hid number as a contact and then texting it.
When his own phone lit up with the number, he saved it under Nash's name with a smile. "There," He huffed, handing it back, breath catching as their hands touched.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 18:03:44 GMT -5
Nash took his phone back with a smile, then walked over to the plug in on the wall. He plugged his phone in, knowing he would need it later before walking back on the couch. He sat down, stretching his legs out in front of him.
"I can go.. take a shower a-and we can go get breakfast." He offered, looking over at him. "M-my step dad will let you shower. I'm sure my m-mom left for the day."
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 23:21:02 GMT -5
Dylan stretched lazily again. "Okay." He hesitated, then leaned over and kissed Nash gently on the cheek. Standing, he offered him a hand up, touch lingering before he let go and headed for the door.
He opened it, standing aside for Nash with a fait smile, then did a double take and stepped back in to grab his hat.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 23:43:05 GMT -5
Nash blushed at the kiss, but allowed him to help him to his feet. He walked out and towards the house, yawning into his hand as he walked in the front door. He saw his step dad sitting there, and walked over to him so he could hear. He could see all three of his little sisters gawking at Dylan and pretended not to notice.
"C-can Dylan.. take a shower, M-mister Aaron?" He asked, putting his hands in his back pocket. The man smiled up at him and nodded.
"He can use the one in our bedroom." Nash nodded, then started up the stairs. He stopped in his room, which was pitiful for a boy his age. It was bare except for a mirror on the wall, and a guitar on the floor. He walked over to his closet, pulling his clothes out. He draped them over his arm, then showed Dylan to his parent's room.
"T-the one on the l-left is.. hot." He said, knowing his mom had gotten them confused a time or two. He looked up at him for a moment, then went into the bathroom he shared with his three sisters.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 23:55:49 GMT -5
Dylan trailed afte him inside, eyes lingering on each of the three girls in turn, unabke to help instinct. He felt nothing but, well, need. And considering his breed, that was a dangerous thing to feel.
Following Nash, he nodded, offered the faintest of smiles. "Thanks." Ducking into the bedroom, he glanced around before making his way into the bathroom. He closed the door, running the water, and tossed his hat and clothes aside.
Stepping intothe hot spray, he scrubbed up his hair and body and rinsed off. Shutting the water off a good few minutes later he scavenged out a towel and dried off, pulling clothes back on and leaning iver the mirror, tediously fixing his hat and hair before leaving the room behind once more.
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