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Post by LIAM HENDERSON on Dec 13, 2011 0:36:24 GMT -5
A date. He had a date. HE. Had a date. Liam. Alexander. Henderson. Had a date. A date with one Huntsley Thames. Jesus H. Christ, how the fuck did that happen? Liam had been washing the same plate for a good five minutes, his eyes had some faraway look in it, not entirely there. He was a bit stunned, really. Liam had been on dates before, with girls though. Never with another guy. This was entirely too crazy. What were the rules? I mean, guys typically paid for dinner—what was the rule when it was two guys? Did they go halfway? Liam had tickets to a show out on Broadway that someone had given him as payment for mowing a lawn. It wasn’t the payment he wanted—cash would have been better, but it was something, right?
Liam swallowed hard and he turned off the water, and put the dish on the drying rack and dried his hands on a paper towel. And it wasn’t just that he had a date with another guy, it was the fact that guy was Huntsley, someone he was extremely aware of the fact his best friend couldn’t stand him. Liam wasn’t entirely sure why he had agreed to this—Huntsley was a nice man, friendly, polite, and cute too. Liam squirmed slightly, and held his breath. He had been told he should dress nice. But what the hell did that entail? Surely not his usual band shirt and jeans, right? Surely not that extremely loud red hoodie he had, right? And surely that meant he had to do something about the messy shaggy hair atop his head that almost never saw a brush.
Great.
Liam tossed the paper towel in the trash and wandered back to his bedroom, and looked a little panicked. He had nothing nice to wear, really. No button up shirts, no slacks, not even a pair of damn dress shoes. Then again, what if he showed up dressed to the nines, and was overdressed? Cue complete and utter freak out. Going somewhere with a girl wasn’t that bad. As long as he looked presentable, things were fine. It was the girl’s job to look good. Wait—did that mean he considered himself a girl? Ugh. Liam turned to the wall, and let his head thunk on the wall. And again. And again. This sucked so bad, so, so bad.
Liam opened his closet, and started throwing things out and onto his bed. That’s when he saw it in the back of his closet. A grey turtleneck that Grandma Jen had given to him last Christmas. He had almost never worn it, but it was nice. And pulling that over his head, he rummaged the pile of clothes on his bed until he found a pair of grey jeans. No holes, smooth, almost soft looking. He quickly started to pull them on, but like most of his damn pants—it required hopping around, tugging, and sprawling in his bed to get the damn things on. He wasn’t entirely sure why he kept choosing pants like this. It wasn’t like he was actually trying to cut off the circulation to his balls, right?
Either way, Liam pulled his favorite studded belt around his hips, and leg the sweater fall over it. If he couldn’t have his hoodie, he’d have his belt. Because dammit, he needed a comfort blanket. He grunted, and leaned over to lace up his boots, and sighed and sat up. Jesus Christ, this was gonna suck so damn major. Well…maybe not. Maybe the date would be nice and not utter and complete shit. But he needed something else. He walked over to his dresser, and pulled open the top drawer, pulling out a delicate silver chain, and lifted it up. On the end of the chain was a silver wolf’s head.
Liam hated dogs, wolves, anything of the sort—they scared him. But he found comfort in this particular necklace, for the simple fact it was something that his best friend had given to him before he left for New York—when he had been in the hospital. The sight of the silver wolf hadn’t scared him when he first saw it, actually. He felt immediately comforted by it, and comfort was what he needed right this second. He slipped it over his head and felt the weight of it on his chest, over the sweater. He glanced into his mirror, and turned his head to the side, before grabbing a brush and raking it through his soft brown hair. The brown lengths swooped around his pale face, and around his eyes. His tattoos were entirely covered by the sweater, however the scorpion and the heart on both sides of his neck were slightly visible. But just barely.
Slowly, he wandered out of his room, “J-jamie?” If he trusted someone to give him an honest to God opinion, it was going to be Jamie. “Uh…dude, I need you to tell me if I look like a complete and utter ass. I may have to raid your closet.” [/color] He stepped into the living-room carefully. He was short, so the sweater was a little big on him, the sleeves going past his hands. The fingers peeking out of the end reached up to push his hair carefully out of his eyes, while he looked completely uncomfortable, and waited for his friend’s opinion. Fucking hell this sucked.[/blockquote][/color] [/size] |
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Post by JAMES KENNEDY on Dec 14, 2011 20:21:00 GMT -5
Liam wasn't the only one who was kind of surprised by the 'date' thing, since Jamie couldn't really remember the last time Liam had gone out with someone. Personally, he thought it was awesome and exciting, and he wanted to meet the guy (since he'd gathered enough to know that it was a dude) so that he could make friends and ensure that said man knew that any kind of disappointment on Liam's behalf would prompt Jamie's ire. Just, you know, to make sure everyone was on the same page and ensure that the dude was appropriately warned. Jamie wasn't jealous, though he couldn't deny that beneath the excitement, curiosity and teasing he'd been offering so far, he was just a little...unhappy with it. He couldn't entirely say why (and was perhaps in denial), but he wasn't thrilled over the idea of having to share Liam with someone else. He just didn't know what to do about it just yet.
Fortunately, he had to get ready for work, so he didn't have the time to sit and dwell on it while Liam was getting ready for his date. Jamie wasn't bothering with most of his ensemble at home because he never did (he wasn't about to have Liam teasing him for getting all dressed up each day, and he was pretty certain that he'd have to fix most of it when he got there, anyway. Might as well just finish up in the bathroom. That meant he had his dress pants and the white button-up on, though the shirt wasn't tucked in and he had converses on instead of his dress shoes. The shoes, his vest, apron, tie and a brush were in his backpack and ready to go, with hair ties and some bobby pins in his pocket. Yeah, there was no way he was letting Liam watch him reduced to being a total girl about his hair, but he also wasn't willing to cut it, so he chose to put it up when he got there. Besides, the breeze would just cause flyaways, anyway, so his way was better. He was sticking to that theory.
He had his bag on the couch and was checking the cash in his wallet to make sure he'd have enough for his bank that night when Liam walked out, and he glanced up, back to his money and then up again at the question. Complete and utter ass? Nope, nope, lots of nopes, and then a not at all, though he was tempted to gesture for Liam to turn around just so he could take advantage of the free pass to check the other guy out. Just because Jamie hadn't actually been on a date with a dude before didn't mean he didn't find them attractive, and yes, he was considerate and didn't like to check Liam out to avoid things getting awkward, but he couldn't help noticing sometimes.
Like now.
"You're welcome to hit up my closet if you want, but I don't think you need to, dude. You look great," he offered honestly, smiling to go with it and glad that he'd managed 'great' instead of 'hot', for the same reason he didn't really check his friend out ever. "I forgot you had that sweater, you don't ever wear it."
That was a shame, too, because it looked good on him. Now Jamie was even more curious about who this guy was that Liam was going out with, though he definitely took some satisfaction in seeing the necklace he'd given Liam back in California resting against the gray of the shirt. He knew that Liam wore it all the time, but it seemed to usually be resting under his clothes, whereas Jamie could really see it this time. He liked that Liam wore it. "Where are you guys going? You said you had those tickets, but you're getting dinner, right?"
Jamie had no clue.
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Post by LIAM HENDERSON on Dec 18, 2011 0:36:21 GMT -5
Liam’s face scrunched up a little bit. Jamie’s clothes…they were a tad big, but it wasn’t because Jamie was a huge bitch or anything—Liam was just abnormally small. He liked Jamie’s clothes for wandering around the house and that was about it. “It is nice, but I mean like…when am I ever gonna wear this on a regular basis?” Liam looked down, and tugged at the end of his sweater. It was really nice, but it was also…not entirely Liam. It was soft, gentle, nice—and even though Liam were those things; he had a comfort in his band shirts and red hoodie. He dropped his sweater, and smoothed it back out over his chest, and turned to the kitchen counter where his wallet was laying.
“Uh, yeah. Apparently—" [/b] Liam. Almost. Said. Huntsley. Thank god he stopped himself. Instead, he just cleared his throat, and shrugged, “Apparently it’s a surprise. I have no idea at all.” Liam’s brows furrowed as he stared extremely intently at the kitchen cabinets, and hoisted up the back of his sweater to push the wallet into the back pocket of his jeans. Liam’s brows furrowed, and for the umpteenth time in his life, he was reconsidering his clothing choices. Jeans almost way too tight—but god damn it, if they didn’t look good, he’d swallow bleach. It took a few uncomfortable wiggles and squirms to actually squeeze the wallet into his back pocket, before he again dropped his sweater.
“I’m not sure how late I’ll be home, but if you aren’t here when I get back, I’ll text you to let you know.” Liam turned back around with a smile, and smiled slightly. He felt almost bad, looking at Jamie and knowing that he was going to be going out with Huntsley. He then shook his head, and gave himself a mental eyeroll. Jamie was his friend, his best friend and nothing more. It shouldn’t feel like betrayal or cheating—so why did it? “If it’s a totally shitty outing, I’ll be texting you throughout the entire thing.” He was doing his best to make light of the situation while he made his way to the front door. He sort of wanted to hug him goodbye, but that would be too weird. Cue awkward air, and GO.
Liam opened the door, and paused halfway in, and glanced back up at Jamie, and bit down on the ring in his lip, tugging his lip to the side. His fingers drummed on the door, and opened and closed his mouth, trying to figure out what to say. It took the phone dinging in his pocket, for Liam to fish it out and pull it up to his ear, “Yeah…I’ll meet you there. Okay, see you in a sec.” Liam pulled the phone away from his ear, and hung up, looking back at Jamie. “He’s here, so…I’ll see you later tonight. Try to not work too hard, okay?” Waving his fingers, Liam pulled the door shut.
He only had a few seconds, and he rushed quickly down the stairs where Huntsley was waiting. Hopefully the man understood the situation, and was not getting out of his dang car. Because Liam was pretty sure that Jamie would be all kinds of Gives-Serious-Fucks-Right-Now if he saw who Liam was getting in the car with. Sneak…was not Liam’s strong suit.
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