Although Eric knew everything was for publicity, it still hurt. He was Jaidens secret, he has been for over a year now. He knew Jaidens past was pretty wild, and there was always a bit of fear in Eric that he might go back to his ways. As Eric wrapped his arms around the other to make sure he was secure he simply nodded his head. He didn’t want to fight with Jaiden, not right before he left on tour. “I know, I’m sorry.” Eric mumbled as he looked into the boys deep brown eyes, “It’s just hard to see you with someone else, sometimes..you know?” Eric tried his hardest to explain, although he was never good at showing his feelings. “I have no right to be upset right now, I’m sorry.” He whispered before pecking Jaidens lips.
Fingers fondling with Eric’s well known tendrils, Jaiden nodded slowly, his voice dropping to a faint murmur. “I know—- But you know Char doesn’t mean anything to me, not like you do.” At times, Jaiden still felt like he was trying to master this boyfriend thing—at any second, he felt like he would say something inconsiderate, something to set the boy under him off. Relationships had never been his forte but he was trying, he really was. “I wanna tell everybody that you’re mine, I would right this second if I could, honestly.” And that wasn’t a lie. The technicalities of the business he was in never quite settled with Jaiden—his fans liked him for his music, not because of he chose to pursue in his personal life. “It’s fine, you do— I’d be upset if I were you as well…,” he sighed against Eric’s lips. “Change of subject. Let’s talk about how you’re going to come visit me— I’ll fly you out, maybe twice a month? You don’t think anyone would mind if I stole you and kept you all to myself on the tour bus, do you?”
Picking at the ends of his sleeves as he continued looking at Leo. He had kept eye contact with him for a good two or three minutes which had to have been a record for him. The only time he had ever mad eye contact with the popular male was when he was being stuffed inside of a locker. But that had been years ago. He guessed that they had all finally matured and realized that bullying Nixon shouldn’t be on their schedule every day. Of course he thanked god for that because being shoved inside a locker didn’t really help with his claustrophobia. “Not a shock . I thought you were failing every class since you really don’t care about anything but the girls here,” He chuckled and looked down at the table. His confidence was slowly fading as they continued talking. Just something about Leo made him so nervous and he found it quite annoying. “Tutor you? Why the hell would I tutor someone who makes fun of me on a daily basis?
You aren’t going to sleep with the teacher to pass?” He couldn’t help but laugh at that because there was no way he would help the other male.
Maybe Leonidas’ was too far up his own ass if he really believed that Nixon would give into what he wanted that easily. The charm engulfed in his features had to have counted for something. Wincing dramatically at Nixon’s remark, Leo threw his head back while his hand moved to clutch at his heart. “You’re so judgemental—Is that how you pick your books as well? Judge them all by the cover.” He clicked his tongue while shaking his head the raven haired boy. Considering Leo may have had a part to play in Nixon being bullied (he wasn’t the one to shove him in but he may have laughed on the sidelines) — he probably shouldn’t have been complaining nearly as much as he was about the boy’s cold shoulder. “Nope, just biology.” Leo sat up straight, voice raising with a sense of pride. It was quite concerning how easy it was for him to play stupid. Ignoring his mocking laughter because he was now fighting the urge to smack the book in Nixon’s hand onto the nerd’s face, Leo furrowed his brows, forehead creasing as he attempted to look as if though he was lost in deep thought. “Why wouldn’t you tutor me
you’re seen hanging out with me, it’s basically a get ‘through the hallway without being thrown into a locker free pass’. I fucked the teacher in freshman year at my old school, and now I’m here begging you. Not willing to see what happens if I get caught the second time.”
“Like ten, are we going out still?” He asked as he sat on the couch, his hands flicking at the controller, remaining intently concentrated on the cars on screen. Magnus’s blue eyes staring intently, as he blew up many things on screen, crying out a loud, “fuck you!” Finishing his challenge, he turned Christian before giving him a small grin. “Are you okay? You look like shit.”
Ten. Ten? Like ten P.M—shit, Christian was screwed. He was over exaggerating slightly — he wasn’t completely screwed, he still had another two days to study, but if tonight was spent prowling the streets with Magnus, tomorrow would probably be spent in bed with a terrorizing hangover. Lids still hanging sleepily over his eyes, Christian’s body flinched the moment he heard the other boy yell out a loud slur. “—Why are you telling me to fuck me?” He asked slightly dazed as a large yawn left his lips. “Tired, s’all. Studying— Speaking of which, do you ever study?” He looked from Magnus to the television screen. Falling back onto the couch behind him, he let out a loud groan. “Where are we going?”
"I’m completely sober. Haven’t had a drink in ages and I don’t even do drugs often enough for you to worry about that." Roan said, moving in closer. "I just really want to kiss you, and if you want to kiss me I think it would be a great idea for us to do it."
This was new. The last time Christian had attempted to kiss Roan, the entire thing had gone to hell—he’d ended up burying his face in a pillow for an entire five hours, drunkenly cursing himself for even trying to make an advance on his friend. “You’re being weird,” Christian reached to sheepishly scratch at the nape of his neck. “But alright— So, we’re just going to kiss and everything’s going to be normal after it right? Nothing strange between the two of us?” He was asking too many questions. Shut up, Christian—Just kiss him. He swallowed anxiously, a million doubts invading his thoughts just as Christian’s lips locked with Roan’s.
"Uh?" That’s all he can come up with right now. He’s unable to even speak due to the words Lennon used. Fuck, he knew. He knew everything. Noah could feel his heart pounding in his chest. "Excuse me? I..uh…" There’s hope that he just misheard Lennon but deep down, Noah knows he did. Lennon knows. Not being a fan of confrontation, Noah isn’t going to confess easily. "I don’t know." He doesn’t. He doesn’t know the last time he’s been on an actual date. Would he have been able to give an answer if he wasn’t so worried about Lennon finding out his secret? Possibly.
Bingo. Judging by the dumbfounded look dulling Noah’s expression, Lennon knew he’d hit the spot. He should have been concerned—his daughter’s nanny was a porn star or Lennon suspected he was but he wouldn’t be sure until Noah actually came clean—then he’d possibly be pissed. Not enough to fire the male but definitely enough to give him a good ‘talk’. “You don’t know if you’ve been out on a date?” Lennon repeated, a questioning brow raised in his direction. “How do you not know that?” He cleared his throat slightly, leaning forward in his seat, his expression lost somewhere between confused and amused. “Relax, yeah?” Lennon pointed out Noah’s stiffened stature, “you look like someone just shoved something up your ass and not in the way you’d want something up your ass.” That one might have been slightly out of line but Lennon was determined to hear the boy come clean.
"Just one more and then we’ll be done." She clicked the camera, flashing igniting a burst of light once more. "There, now you’ll able to see what an idiot you are whilst drunk." She chuckled, sliding her phone into the back pocket of her pants.
Ryker groaned heavily, the tone of his irritated voice resembling a child’s. “You suck—You know that? You really suck and not the good kind of suck.” He threw his arm around her shoulder, pulling her warmth close to his own larger body. “I’m not really an idiot, and if I am, I’m a sexy idiot—which also means, you should give this sexy idiot a kiss.” He looked down at her with doe eyed, an innocent smile on his face.
"Are you referring to round three of drinking or something else?" He’s insisted upon staying apparently.
Unimpressed with Casper playing dumb, Max let a scowl form over his face, “I meant round three of your ass, not the alcohol.” He swiped the bottle of beer from the boy’s hand, bringing it to his own lips for a long swig.
Oh man, oh man, time for my favorite activity of the day—making a follow forever. This is my 1000th post on this blog and I thought, “What better way to celebrate hitting that milestone of sorts than to show some love for the people on my dash?” So without further ado—the lovelies.
If you’re listed without any formatting, I think you make my dash a nice, positive place; thank you for that! If you’re bolded, that means you are a dear friend/beloved partner and I love having you around; without you, well, my RP experience would be very different. If you’re italicized, we’ve either only just started to RP/plot or have only spoken a few times outside of our plot but I really like talking and writing with you and would love to do it more! And if you’re **starred**, that means I stalk you from afar (or only just followed you) and really wish we would talk/RP/discuss the meaning of life but don’t know how to go about doing that without embarrassing myself.
Friendly reminder, though, that whether you’re included on here or not, you’re amazing and I love having you on my dash, having you follow me—just having you on this Earth, really—so keep doing what you’re doing and have a pleasant day!
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