[OPEN] i wanna know what love is..

[dallas emery atkins]

Dallas knocked on the door, then peeked in. She saw Duskin didn't look too happy. "Hey, Devon? What do you want for dinner? You wanna invite your friend over?" She asked, leaning against the door frame.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon gazed up at her from studying the bag of ice curiously. "If he wants, yeah.." He murmured softly. Reaching into his back pocket, he set the ice down and offered the phone number out to her before picking it up again and standing, moving for the door. He decided it would be best to leave Duskin alone, he didn't seem to be too fond of him and being alone with him anyway.

[dallas emery atkins]

Dallas moved aside, closing the door gently. She followed him down the hall, handing him her phone. She walked over to the kitchen, pulling out a pot. She placed it on the stove, then began rummaging through the pantry, pulling out numerous things.

"You can text him if you don't want to call." She said, dumping all the stuff on the counter. She grabbed a mixing bowl, and began measuring things out into it.

"Do you want ravioli or lasagna?" She asked with a smile.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon blinked at the phone, not sure how to go about texting, and instead decided to make a quick call, pacing before disappearing into an empty bedroom, trying not to make a complete fool of himself.

He waited for the ringing to stop and the phone to pick up, huffed faintly. "Hi..Zander. It's Devon. I um, was wondering if you wanted to..come over for dinner..." He bit at his lip, heard Dallas' question and shrugged. "Don't care," He mumbled, pulling the reciever away a moment so the phone wouldn't pick up the words.

[zander trey brooks]

Zander heard his phone go off, and looked at the strange number. "Zander." He answered, then heard Devon's voice on the other end. He smiled a bit, walking around to the back of the store. He didn't want to tell him he actually had to work until closing tonight, so he agreed to go. He looked at his watch. "Uh, I can be there about.. five fourty-five.. Six at the latest. Granted like, you don't live in bum fuck Egypt." He said, wondering if he could get someone to cover his place. "Then it might be a little later."

[devon splyce parker]

Devon eased up some. "Okay," He murmured, smiling faintly, only faint emotion showing through with the action. "I'll..have Dallas text you directions 'kay..?" He sat down on the edge of the bed, lifted his shirt to study the scabbed gash across his chest in curiosity, blue eyes soon growing indifferent as he looked around.

[zander trey brooks]

Zander ran a hand through his hair, sticking it back up. He wondered why he was inviting him over, if something was wrong.

"Mkay.." He said quietly. He thought for a moment, looking at the wall in front of him. "Are you okay? Your brother hasn't found you, has he?" He thought he might have to kill the guy if he had laid another finger on Devon.

"You worry me. Be careful, okay?" He said quietly, looking down at his feet.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon shook his head, then realized his idiocity at the fact the he couldn't see it. "No..." He whispered.
"I'm okay, just wanted you to come over.."

When he told him to stay safe, Devon hesitated. "I'll try..." He murmured, standing and heading into the kitchen. "..Here's Dallas...."
He offered the phone to her with earnest blue eyes. "He needs directions..."

[dallas emery atkins]

Dallas took the phone from him, cradling it between her ear and shoulder. She explained to him how to get there, and that six was fine because it wouldn't be done until seven or so. She hung up the phone, sitting it on the counter as she began to assemble the lasagna.

"You like him?" She asked, looking over at him. "Like, really like him? Cause he's kinda cute. And nice. And big. But he's shy too, huh? Strange how that works.."

[devon splyce parker]

"I think so," He mumbled softly, nodding at her words. He watched her with those curious blue eyes of his as she worked, shrugged. "He gave me those butterflies though."

He turned away, wandering to the couch and turning the television on absently, never got to watch it much at home. Flipping through the channels he stopped on some old cartoons, head tilting to the side as he watched the scenes play out intently.