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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 13, 2012 0:05:53 GMT -5
"No, you're too ugly to be my mom." He said, then thought a moment. "Actually you're better looking than my mom.. So I take that back." He picked up a pencil, flicking it across the room. "Maybe you would. But you won't. Because you don't even like girls. So I doubt you're going to conjure up a kid any time soon. And I don't.. care. Why would I care? You make my life hell, I make yours hell, and that's as far as this goes. Except now you feel bad and I may be a professional fuck up, but that doesn't mean I hate you. Or anything.. So I don't like seeing you sad."
'Talk yourself in circles, dumbass.' He thought, blowing a bubble with his gum. "You remember that game back in middle school? My school against yours?" He blew another bubbled with his gum, then sucked it into his mouth. "The quarterback dared me to go make out with you. But I told him no cause you were like, twice my size. And could have beat the fuck out of me." He nudged his foot again. "And I liked you ever since. So now you have just as much blackmail as me."
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 13, 2012 0:21:57 GMT -5
Dyson sighed, shaking his head. He glanced up at him at the mention of a middle school game, the faintest smile lifting his lips. "Good to know..." He murmured softly. He wouldn't admit to finding Lucas attractive, even if he had the moment he laid eyes on him, realized he was crushing on a guy. His first true crush, wanting it to be something more. He had thought it stupid, and now it just seemed plain ironic.
"You know, when Connor dies I'm gonna be a fucking mess. I've made his life hell since I broke up with him." He was looking for a way out, but realizationthat, no matter how much the two of them here tortured each other, Luc was the only one he could talk to about any of it without instant rumor around the school. He hoped.
"My...sister has..been in the hospital the past three months. His lips found his palm as he resred his chin in his hand, blue eyes gradually looking away in confusion. "I'm here fucking around with people, and she goes into a coma before I can even go talk to her again..."
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 13, 2012 0:36:04 GMT -5
"You can still talk to her." He said, reaching over to brush his hair out of his face. "They say it helps wake them up sometimes. Or something. Why don't you go? If it's because of someone, then just go alone. Fuck, skip class. It's not like it matters anyways. You have enough credits between football and kissing ass." He pulled himself to his feet, spitting his gum out in the trash. He put another piece in his mouth, looking over at him. He leaned against the door.
"I can drive you. Get Thatcher to give us a pass. He'll come up with something." He offered, then blew a bubble with his gum.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 13, 2012 0:42:59 GMT -5
Dyson gazed at him quietly for a moment. "Maybe," He mumbled, not exactly convinced. He rubbed at his scraped up knuckles absently. "I know what it's like to be in your shoes," He mumbled. "But driving me, doesn't like, give you any rights of way in the halls around others or anything with me. Asshole." He bumped him gently, offering a faint, hesitant smile. And then it fell. He had walked today, was grateful enough. "I can't stay there long so it shouldn't take too kuch of your time. I have uh..work. As for Tatcher, if you want a note then get it. He'd pissed at me enough, and it's not like no one will notice my skip in my absences.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 13, 2012 0:51:39 GMT -5
"Me driving you doesn't mean that I want you. So.." He unlocked the door, pulling it open. "And besides, anything is better than fucking around in science." He started up the stairs again, then pushed open the doors. He walked to the end of the hall, and pushed open the janitor's closet. He waved at the janitor in there.
"Smoke break?" He asked Luc, and Luc shook his head.
"Booty call." He said with a smirk, walking over to the stairwell. He started up it, making his way to the roof. From there he went to a tall tree next to the parking lot. He grabbed one of the branches and started making his way down the tree. Towards the bottom he jumped, then started his way to his car. He pulled his keys out, unlocking it. He slid into the driver's seat, sticking his key in the ignition. He messed around in the console, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He put one in his mouth, but didn't light it until they were out of the parking lot. He tossed the lighter into the console, and leaned back.
"If Connor dies, you'll just find someone else to love." He told him, glancing over at him. He moved a bit, using his knee to drive as he pulled his sweat shirt off, tossing it in the back seat. "Unless you plan on denying you like fucking guys. In which case, that's up to you. But either way, I still think you're kinda cute."
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 13, 2012 9:14:01 GMT -5
Dyson smirked at the janitor as they passed, pausing in the hall to scoop up his phone before starting up the stairs to the roof. He gazed down at the texts asking why he hadn't replied, and pocketed the device before climbing nimbly down the tree and landing in the lot below.
He slid into the car with A shrug. "Works for me. And for your information, I do deny it. You should know that by now." He shifted his weight in discomfort. But there was more to the problem than just denying it. Work was hell, and it was the one thing that virtually nobody knew about. One thing they hopefully never would. He reached into his own pocket for a cigarette, snatched Luc's lighter as he gazed out the window.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 13, 2012 12:49:16 GMT -5
"I already fucking know you- damnit, that's not what I meant. You're gonna keep hiding to keep up some useless facade? I've seen more than a few football players sucking dick." He leaned back in his seat, flicking his ashes out the window. He ran a hand through his hair, looking over at Dyson. Those old feelings were still there, much to his dismay. Only different now. Like they were definite.
He reached over the console, sitting his hand on Dyson's thigh. He ran his fingers up and down the inside of his leg, his eyes glued to the road. At a red-light, he glanced over. "You never gave me a good reason why. Ever. You always blew me off. Well.. not like that." He leaned up, glancing at the light. "Blowing me and brushing me off are two different things." The light had barely turned green when he hit the gas, leaning back in his seat. "You don't ever just.. lay in bed and think? There's not one guy you'd give anything to fuck? I've fucked a lot of guys. And girls. But I still think of one I can't get." He glanced over at him, then drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 13, 2012 13:35:50 GMT -5
Dyson gazed down at his hand, covered it gently for a moment before tapping ashes out his window. "I do think...all the time," He mumbled. "It's...notthat easy, Luc. There's things going on even you don't know about. It's not just my reputation I'm worried about." He was afraid of losing his cover, sure. Of people treating him different, his reputation changing. But he also had a threat lingering on his head, and the way his socalled boss treated him wasn't something he dared admit.
He sighed softly. "There is one person, actually." He patted his hand before removing it. "He's just as broken as me though, and I don't want to let problems he doesn't know about tear us both up instead of just me."
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 13, 2012 13:48:17 GMT -5
"He sounds like a baby." He said, pulling his hand back after squeezing his thigh. He didn't want Dyson to like him, was perfectly content with the boy being in love with Connor, like he always seemed to be. And probably always would. "The whole 'you're too good for someone' speech applies here." He said, using airquotes around it. He shifted in his seat, dying out his cigarette in the ash tray.
"I gotta decide who's house I'm hiding at for prom. I'm so fucking tired of getting notes in my locker, I want to punch every girl I come across. Well, except the hot ones. I'll just bang them in the locker room." He took a turn, then pulled his phone out to check it. A bunch of numbers he didn't know with prom invites, and his dad. He tossed it into the console with a groan. "Fuck. This is why I keep trying to off myself."
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 13, 2012 13:55:54 GMT -5
"You're not a baby," He murmured simply, taking a last drag on his cigarette. He flicked it out the window. "Just a bit of an ass. But so am I." And indifferent shrug.
"I'm not going to prom. I honestly don't give two fucks about prom king like people think. Besides, being a senior two years in a row makes it pointless. There's a street race that night, I prefer goin' to watch." Booze, too, a way to drown himself in the bottle.
He worked his jaw at the next comment, wouldn't admit he thought often what he would do if Lucas ever killed himself, wouldn't admit his little crush. "Not something you should premeditate.." He murmured, eyeing the hospital as they approached. He hated showing weakness, but-
"You'll come in with me, yeah?"
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