heads all in One Direction, when the Boys arrive..

[CHANDLER ANTRIM]

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Chandler was inevitably the happiest boy in all of New York City because he was finally feelings... normal. He finally felt like he could fit in, but it was so much more than that. He had all of his friends, (DantheMan22, Ozmosis, Magic Jack, and Mickey), assembling in the room to prepare for a rather epic night. The Make A Wish Foundation decided to throw a ball and invited the better half of all New York City. He almost felt discouraged to go until his foster family paid him a visit.

Seeing their faces was every bit as unexpected as the words that left their lips about them getting him an outfit for the Masquerade. By outfit, they meant a brand new suit that was tailored just for him along with a mask to pull it all together. He looked to Dan, then back to his Foster parents as he just gawked at the outfit. He had no words... He had never been speechless in his entire life. He always had some witty remark, but this deserved more words than he could possibly say. Instead, he did something so out of character that he shocked himself... and quite possibly Dan. He lunged at his foster parents and hugged them while his eyes went glassy from the threat of possible tears. However, the tears never came, yet he continued to thank them while wearing a smile.

It wasn't until after he thanked them for what felt like the millionth time and his cheeks started to ache did they wish him a night to remember and wave sweetly to Dan. They left and all Chandler could do was just stare in disbelief at the outfit. He had no idea that they were up to something, yet he should have when Mrs. Robinson surprised him only a week before and asked for his measurements. She said it was something for the foster care system to analyze growth and a whole bunch of yadda yadda that Chandler had forgotten about. However, the conversation and such burned in his mind that she had lied to him, yet it was a lie that ended up being good. He leaned with his back against as his eyes were focused on a spot on the ground.

Chandler had stayed so absorbed in the situation that a slight movement brought him back to reality. He looked at Dan before signing,(mom. gift. shocked. happy) which took a bit of effort on his pat, but he was pretty certain that he had done them correctly. He held up a finger gesturing for Dan to wait as he hurried to his closet and pulled out a handheld whiteboard with a black marker. He wrote, "1st Shower. You or Me?" as he held it up to show Dan. they had a good thirty minutes before the others were to start arriving which meant plenty of time for them both to shower and start getting ready.




"Chandler talking..."

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[DAN KAPLAN]

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Dance. Daniel Kaplan is going to a dance. #isitpossibletobetrippingifyou’veneverdoneacid[/i][/color]

Dan’s fingers scampered across the screen of his phone, his eyes skimming his Twitter feed as it scrolled at lightning speed before him. This was weird, man, fucking weird. There are so many things wrong with this picture that if this were one of those pictures in Highlights Magazine that made you find all the errors it would be literally the easiest thing in the world #seriouslywhat[/b][/color], he tweeted, spread over multiple tweets.

Even if his inability to hear music hadn’t been a factor, there was also the fact that Dan just plain didn’t do big social situations with loads of people where he’d probably lose his friends in the crowd and end up standing in the corner with his phone, and knowing his luck, there would be neither cell service nor Wifi to keep him company. And then he would look rude if he kept headphones in, and people would talk to him, and he’d probably stand there looking like an idiot until they left. Because, you know. That was what Dan Kaplan did #alldayeveryday. Maybe he should just handcuff himself to Jay, who was usually able to navigate the social world for him. If only, he thought to himself. He needed to keep a better eye on that kid anyway.

Masquerade? What is this, Venice? #betterbustoutthebooze #andthefettucini #cmonguys[/color][/i]. He sent the tweet with an ever-growing sense of foreboding. The other three guys were going to be here soon, weren’t they? And not that he didn’t enjoy it when the five of them hung out. Ozzie, Jackson, and Mikey were his absolute best friends, besides Chandler Jay Antrim, obviously. But the arrival of, well, outsiders, would have to entail Dan’s looking relatively presentable. Which would entail showering and putting on clothes. Which would entail getting out of this incredibly comfortable bed and these really awesome soft, silk pajamas he totally hadn’t stolen from Jay’s dresser #lolnope. And Dan was just feeling…so, so lazy. And it didn’t help that he really, really didn’t want to go to this fucking thing.

Dan caught his roommate’s eye from across the room, and squinted to make out what he was signing. Dad? No…oh, mom, mom, okay. Gift…scared, no, shocked…happy? Dan’s lips split into a smile. God, he loved this kid #somuch. He’d been a better sport about having a roommate he couldn’t communicate with than Dan could ever have expected. And his fingers were clumsy, his signs rather slow and very clearly strained, but they were there, they were #sofuckingthere. And Dan was more grateful for that than for any present he’d ever received.

Except for this phone, probably. #sorrynotsorry

But damnit, Jay deserved a fucking tuxedo. He deserved millions of fucking tuxedos. He deserved #allthetuxedos. Because he’d been the best friend that Dan had ever had, and they barely spoke the same language.

Dan reached forward and guided Jay’s fingers gently, correcting his sign for “happy” which, at the moment, was looking a bit like the sign for “moisture”. Not that that wasn’t absolutely hilarious. Dan repeated the gesture himself so his friend could see, painfully slowly, but as clearly and obviously as he could. God, he was so bad at this teaching thing #seriously.

"1st Shower. You or Me?"

Oh God, the whiteboard. If there was one thing in the world that Dan could positively not stand, it was the whiteboard. And not that it wasn't a necessary evil, but just...ugh. #fuckthewhiteboard. Fuck the whiteboard and everything about it.

But Dan, making an effort to hide his distaste as he always did, took the marker from Jay and wrote in reply, "You. I wasn't planning on getting out of bed for like, seventeen more hours anyway #yolo. The more to delay preparations for the dance, the better. Ugh, how in God's name had he let Jay talk him into this?

]If this isn't the definition of best-friendship, then no such definition exists #adance #reallyjay #whatnextajonasbrothersconcert[/color] he tweeted, wondering which of the dudes was going to show up first. His money was on MIKEY. Because, you know. The other two. #bowchickabowow

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[OZZIE WAGERS]

Although he had never been one for serious matters, Ozzie Wagers was freaking pumped for tonight, man! It was the night of the masquerade, a ball that most people would find very un-Ozzie. I mean...tuxedos? Fancy dancing? A mask? Despite that, Ozzie was really looking forward to it. First of all, he'd be getting ready and going with his four best friends in the whole damn world. Not to get all sentimental and shit, but Ozzie freaking loved those dudes. Like, up there on the same level with food. And nothing came before food, dude. Except Andie. Jackson, Dan, Chandler, Mikey...they were his best bros ever, you know?

Glancing at the clock, Ozzie waved bye to Andie and shut down Skype. Grace wouldn't let him come over because...what was it? Oh yeah, she was taking a shower and their dresses were out and she just wouldn't let Ozzie see Andie's dress before it was on her. Girl stuff. Even though she had kept complaining about it, Ozzie could tell that Andie was really excited, and gosh was he excited for her. Andie was so beautiful, but the thought of her dressed up like they would be tonight? It definitely got Ozzie's heart racing. It was around time he should head over to Dan/Chandler's room and START THE PARTY MAN. #bringingsexyback. Dammit, Dan had him thinking in hashtags. What was the world coming to?

Because Ozzie liked to make an entrance, he decided he couldn't just show up at their room like a normal person. Wriggling out of his trousers and shirt, Ozzie grabbed the garment bag that held his tux and his shoes and began to run down the hall. That boy had absolutely no shame. "WOOOO!" He shouted, cackling like a maniac, practically asking for a teacher to come down the hall after him. That would've been the fucking best. Especially since he was in union jack boxers (a shoutout to his best brotp, Jackson, duh). Still laughing, Ozzie burst into Dan and Chandler's room, thanking God that the door wasn't locked, otherwise he'd be sprawled on the ground. Noticing it was just Dan in the room, Ozzie signed "DAN!" with as much gusto as one could while signing. Ozzie struck a sexy pose, signing "sexy, right?", one of the few phrases he could manage. Jackson still needed to teach him more (and hopefully not troll the fuck out of him while doing so). It had been weird at first, hanging out with Dan. Ozzie never minded, really, but it was hard to adjust to someone who couldn't hear. You really found out how much sound played a part in your life. "Chandler?", Ozzie signed, wondering where his other bro was, and when the others would show up.

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

Oh wow, had it really been a year since he walked these halls for that last time as a student? Wow , time went fast. He felt so oooold and crusty. He was totally the grandfather of the group. They’ll have to wheel him into this dance of masks. What was it called? Lumiere reminded him that it was a masquerade ball with kind of a “no, duh.” tone in his voice. Mikey really didn’t find it that much of a big deal. His birth mom had taught him how to dance--talk about awkward--at one of their balls in Lacoste.-- he really felt like it was more of a foreign thing. Now the Make-A-Wish Foundation was holding one in the city. IT was a bit odd but Lumiere would not let Mikey pass up the chance. He rolled with it figuring it was the best time to reconnect with the brosters.

"WOOOO!"

Speaking of bros, there went Ozzie Ozbourne streaking down the hallways. Mikey laughed glad that really nothing changed. He followed the flailing maniac and found Chanman’s and Dannyboy’s room. They had a different room then last year but the insides were all the same. A huge mess. (Kinda like Mikey’s suitcase at the moment.) It wasn’t until Ozzie posed for Dan did Mikey burst in.

“BABY YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!” he sang jumping on top of the crazy leprechaun. Even if Dan couldn’t hear what Mikey was saying, it still probably was a hilarious sight to see a nearly six foot dude jumping on little Ozzie with a batman mask, plaid bow tie and some sexy suspenders. He was so fly. Surprisingly the Ozman managed to hold Mikey’s weight for about two seconds before he jumped off landing somewhat steady on the ground. Making a superhero pose he said, “Papa Mike's baaaaack. You miss me?” He signed a hello to Dan and then added a sneaky, ‘I’m sexier,’ when Ozzie wasn’t looking. One thing Mikey managed to remember was the sign language Dan taught him over the internet. He even managed to teach his niece some things.

“So I’m going to guess, Chanman is hitting the shower and Graceson are french kissing somewhere not here,” he said and signed. It was an odd thing moving his hands while he talked. His accent was only a tiny bit France but he could play it up for the ladies. Though he was really only thinking about one at this moment. Which reminded him...

“Also who is all coming to this da--ball thing?” he tried to ask casually. It was good that the mask shadowed his face or else the guys would be seeing his big blue puppy eyes that were begging to here one name. Lumiere was wondering too. He seemed to like Elle. Though it didn’t seem like just like... was it weird he felt jealous? If he was a real person Lumiere could definitely steal Elle’s heart faster than Mikey could say ‘I love you.’ Mikey could just here him chuckle inside his head and Mikey wondered if there was something that he wasn’t getting. Oh well, he’d find out soon enough!

notes;; mikey loves his bros <3
outfit;; it's all about the bowtie

[JACKSON HIRSCH]

Jackson was late. Well, at least, he wasn't on time. The night before had been a long one at his work. His boss hadn't let him off until like midnight, and he wasn't used to staying up that late and actually doing something the next day. He was asleep until his alarm clock decided to remind him about the masquerade, and damn, he wasn't totally late, right? Well, he was just gonna have to head over to the room in just his pajama pants. He'd actually gotten up a few hours earlier and taken a shower, then decided to nap. Obviously a bad idea.

He grabbed his outfit and opened the door to his room right in time to see Ozzie basically streaking down the hall in.... union jack boxers. He had to admit, he kind of liked it when people had union jack blankets things. And totally not just blankets because a certain Grace Holladay had one. Nope. That was crazy. Jackson nearly fell backwards back into his room from laughing so much, but he got over it when he realized that, yeah, he was still late. There was no way he was wearing himself out but running down the halls, so he just strolled, shirtless, with his plaid pajama pants. He'd save the #yoloing for later.

Wait. WAIT.

He picked up the pace a bit when he remembered: MIKEEEEEEEEEEEY! The year he was gone was ridiculous and horrible. Well, Jackson continued to have fun, but there was like a ten-minute period there where he was just inconsolable. Which was just from Austin Powers; he was pretty upset about it at first. But he managed to pose for pictures along with Ozzie and his other bros for Elle, who he suspected was doing something for Mikey with them.

Jackson got in just in time to see Mikey on Ozzie's back, and ignored the comment about "french kissing". "I SEE HOW IT IS!" he said, managing all the mock jealousy he could muster and turning his face into a dramatic pout. He very much looked like a (shirtless and very very well-built) little kid. Setting his stuff down, he waved to Dan, and began signing while he talked. He honestly liked ASL and had taken it since freshman year, and studied it more outside of school once he met Dan.

Ooooooh, Jackson knew full well who Mikey was trying to see. Hmmmhmm. Okay, maybe it was a bit of a revenge for everybody giving him so much trouble for Graceson, but Jackson wanted to bug someone, too! It was only fair. "Grace, Andie, a few others, maybe Elle, I don't know, did you ask her?" He threw in the Elle to gauge Mikey's reaction, and to tease him a bit. He had every right to! Right? Right. Mikelle OTP and all that.

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notes; do i get the fanciest picture-of-them-all-dressed-up award? i nominate meeee. also i can't even with all of these bros<3

[CHANDLER ANTRIM]

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Chandler shook his head while grabbing a towel and retreating into the bathroom. Honestly he was pretty damn excited for the entire thing, which was a bit out of the ordinary for Chandler. Usually he was one to ditch the party and shoot straight into the after-party; however, he had the entire group with him. As he slid his boxers off and tossed him into the sink, Chandler twisted the cold knob. Immediately cold water shot out the shower head, instead of the bath faust. When the cold water made contact with his exposed head and upper back, Chandler let for a shriek of panic and surprise before jumping backwards. He shivered as he mumbled to himself, "Imma kick Dan's ass." His roommate a horrible tendency to forget about turning the shower knob off, so that the water was redirected to the bath tube faust. After turning the hot water on full blast, Chandler tested the water and smiled with satisfaction before slipping into the shower. The hot water relaxed his tense muscles and calmed his nerves. Chandler brought his face to meet the stream of hot water and could practically feel his pores opening as he slid his hand slowly up his face, then through his hair.

After scrubbing his body clean, Chandler took extra time to lather and massage the shampoo into his dark hair. He smiled as he worked the shampoo thoroughly around his scalp. In Chandler's mind, his looks were his only redeeming quality to the rather fucked up shit he did. Yeah, he wasn't a bad guy, but he was screwed up none the less. If he was ugly, well then people seriously wouldn't have a reason to like him or tolerate him... Hell, he still seemed to fly under the radar of some people. He was just waiting for someone to tell him that he was a screwed up mess, but he wouldn't listen even if they did. Why? Because Chandler tended to ignore the truth and enjoyed his own fantasies. Even if the reality was that he would fail at life and never go far, Chandler acted as though his looks could change that... Help him get through the hardest parts of his life. As he finished his thoughts, Chandler ran his head under the water and felt the suds rinse down the side of his head and down his face until they escaped into the drain at his feet.

Chandler turned off the water before grabbing his towel and-- He heard familiar voices filling his room. A goofy grin spread over his features as he dried off as swiftly as possible before wrapping the towel around his waist and gathering his dirty laundry. He knew exactly who awaited him just behind the door, so he didn't hesitate to slam through it. His features brightened ten fold as he saw everyone piled together and dicking around like usual. "PAPA MICKEY! OZMOSIS! MAGIC JACK!" He loudly announced as he practically flailed with excitement, but he kept his hand locked on his towel to remind him that he was still practically naked... and none of these guys needed to see his jewels. He quickly gathered his boxers and slipped them on under his towel before tossing the towel into the hamper. "Dammit Papa M. Where have you been? College made you too cool for us?" Chandler faked a pout as he slipped a black muscle over his head. Chandler stole a glance to Dan and offered his roomie a reassuring smile before gesturing to the bathroom. The kid probably smelt odd and well, Chandler wasn't going to have that... Not at this kind of shindig.



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[DAN KAPLAN]

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So Dan was supposed to be heading out like, pretty soon, yet at the moment he was utterly incapable of making himself feel anything but apathy towards the whole affair #awk. Seriously, he had absolutely no patience for this dance bullshit right now. It was about 6, just the time when Twitter got really, really exciting, and there were honestly very few places in the world that Dan would rather be than sitting on Twitter. He could probably count them on the fingers of one hand, in fact #aintevenmad. Let’s see, there was that rock in Robert he really liked to sit on, which he supposed could maybe be considered…

And then, #whatdoyouknow, there was Ozzman clad in nothing but boxers. Nothing like the sight of a same-sex friend in his underwear to set one’s heart afloat #swag, he tweeted, laughing and watching Ozzie’s throat vibrate. The Wizard of Oz was probably making a noise of some kind, and a really…loud one? Was that the word for when you talked really really hard, the same way you punched something really really hard? He was pretty sure that was the word, though he didn’t know the sign for it. Oh, shit, was Ozzie trying to sign? Dan focused in on the kid’s hands, which were stumbling over each other like some kind of clumsy spider or something #swag. Dan chuckled again, trying to decipher the signs.

That was D-A…oh, his name #obviously. He grinned and extended his tongue seductively to Ozzie’s model pose, thumbs flying to compose a new tweet, but Ozzie was signing again. Sex…no, sexy? Sexy. Man, this kid needed some work. But Dan appreciated the thought nevertheless. Sexy indeed, Dan signed back, so slowly and exaggeratedly that his friends at LSD would have thought he was #trolling. Oh, Chandler? Chandler. #Right. Dan was pretty sure Ozzie wouldn’t know the sign for “showering” and inclined his head in the direction of the bathroom instead. Man, is my roommate taking a shower or writing a PhD dissertation? #leavesomeforthefishesman he tweeted impatiently. Seriously, weren’t they supposed to be leaving like, now? Where were the other two kids in this party?

And then someone was jumping on Ozzie. Someone Dan had never seen before, but who looked familiar nonetheless. Had he been in some Youtube video? Or was it...

I’m sexier.

…#shit

That was Mikey!

Dude. Mikey, Dan signed instinctively, springing out of bed before pausing to think. Well, #fuck. He’d totally been banking on Jackson being there the first time he and Mikey met, to translate and stuff. #Great. He’d taught the kid some words during their few Skype chats, but not nearly enough for actual conversation. He mulled over how he was going to do this for about two seconds, and then, struck with an idea, slid from his bed and careened across the floor. His left thumbs flew over the screen briefly as his right hand thumped the older dude on the back. Mikey, bro, what’s up? #swag read his phone screen, which he flipped over for Mikey to read. ”Great to finally meet you, man, he typed again, inviting Mikey to type back. And that was totally #notsarcasm either. Dan had been hearing about this Mikey kid all freakin’ year.

And #yep, here was Jackson, #finally. Dan waved to the kid as he walked in, feeling his spirits lift a tad. This was going to be much easier now. Where the hell have you been, man? he signed, relaxing into his normal signing speed. Unlike the other three, Jackson actually knew a good amount of ASL other than the scattered swear words that Dan had taught them in his spare time. He laughed again as he watched the kid sign about girls #hubbahubba. #Ohman, and he’d heard plenty about Grace and Andie, but who was this “Elle” lady? Little Mikey got himself a twirl girl? he signed to Jackson, grinning mischievously. He supposed he probably should have been a bit more formal considering that this was the first time he’d ever met this kid, but #yolo. His bros’ bros were his bros, right? Was that a thing? It should have been, if it wasn’t.

Also yo, he signed to Jackson. Tell the dudes they should start getting their shit on. And they can help themselves to all my colognes. Except the green one, because I’m using that one, and there’s only like, an ounce of it left. He finger-spelled out “cologne” afterwards, not sure if that was a word that Richardson taught in ASL class. God, he loved having this kid around.

Also, yes, since everyone’s asking, Chandler is, in fact— But before he could finish his sequence of signs, Chandler burst from the bathroom, lips contorting themselves into what Dan assumed were the names of their peers—yes, he could see the “Jack” on Jay’s lips, though he couldn’t quite grasp what the other two were #fucklipreading #seriously. Then he was smiling and gesturing at the bathroom, the first warming Dan’s heart #lovethatkid, the second prompting an insipid eye roll. Ask Jay if I really have to shower he signed to Jackson. Man, Jay was such a stickler. Hadn’t Jay ever heard of #yolo? Couldn’t Dan just like, put on a ton of cologne and have at it? But regardless, he began pulling his shirt over his head, trudging towards the bathroom. Jay did know a lot more about these things than Dan did, after all. The only things Dan really knew about were hashtags. #swag.

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[OZZIE WAGERS]

Ah, Chanman was in the shower. Ozzie grinned as Dan signed "sexy..." what was that? Ozzie couldn't exactly tell, so he just assumed it was in agreement. Because really, who wouldn't agree that Ozzie was a sexy hunk of man?! Was that? MIKEY!! It had been over a year since Ozzie had seen Mikey, and he definitely missed him. Oof! Ozzie laughed as he pitched forward a bit, surprised by the surprise attack. "Magic Mikey!!! How's me bro been in France? Gettin a bunch of ladies?" Ozzie winked and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, bumping Mikey with his elbow once the big dude had gotten off his back. He knew Mikey had to be gettin in good with the French girls, but he had a little suspicion there was only one Frenchie Mikey wanted. Ozzie remembered how crushed Elle had been when Mikey left. Oh, she thought she hid it well, but Ozzie could tell otherwise. Geez, they were beginning to pair off, weren't they? Jackson and Grace, him and Andie....speaking of Jackson, 

"JACKYBABY!" Ozzie crowed, throwing his arms up in excitement. Except for Chanman, all the bros were present! It was fan-fucking-tastic, man. If only they didn't have to go to this fancy ball...Ozzie was only wanting to see Andie, really, and he could do that anyday! "What's dis?Is Elle going to be dere?" Ozzie grinned evilly. Mikey couldn't get off the hook so easilly! And besides, Ozzie took it upon himself to bug the ever living hell out of his friends about possible relationships or general action.

"PAPA MICKEY! OZMOSIS! MAGIC JACK!" 

Chandler! Ozzie waved like a madman just for the hell of it. "Chan me man!" Ozzie wished he had taken his ADHD medication that morning (he rarely takes it at all), what with all this commotion going on. He was about to start running around the room like a little kid on their first sugar rush; already, Ozzie's foot was tapping impatiently. 

"Dan, ye might want to take a shower." Ozzie stumbled through signs for that, finally settling on pointing at the bathroom and waving his hand in front of his nose meaningfully, then laughed. Since the conversation turned to Dan signing way more than Ozzie could hope to understand, he shimmied into his trousers, jumping around to get his legs in without falling on his ass. He was tempted to leave it at the pants and just go sans shirt, but Ozzie had a feeling people wouldn't like that. The #yoloing would have to wait.  

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Notes;; sooo I suck at group posts please don't hate me and wow this was incredibly hard ;o; 

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

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It may have sounded totally cheesier that cheddar but having his bros back was making Mikey so happy. He just managed to right himself from jumping on Ozman before he was attacked.

"Magic Mikey!!! How's me bro been in France? Gettin a bunch of ladies?"

“MISSING YOU GUYS! Oh, and you know it. Allll the ladies,” he said with a dramatic wink.

Everyone was so happy to see him! It was awesome enough that Elle missed him but seeing his bros again.. this was something that he missed. Just having fun and being silly. Even if they were all get married, the bros would no doubt romp around the room like they were now.

"I SEE HOW IT IS!"

“Awwww Jackie! You know are bromance burns like an eternal flame,” he said with a goofy grin. “Now go put on some clothes.” Jackson was is bro just like the others. He seemed to be the youngest in spirit being so innocently in love with the pretty girl named Grace. “Unless you want to show up like that. I can’t fathom the shade of red Gracie would get,” he added nudging Jackson over playfully to get to the rebellious member of the group, Chanman.

The dude was the only one without a lady to chase after. Though Mikey knew the kid had other things to think about. He wasn’t as lucky as Mikey and had to experience the dark side of adoption. Mikey totally respected his bro for it and even went to Chan for advice when the adoption secret was discovered. That dude had a lot of potential and deserved to have a better life. That was life though. Sometimes ugly and sometimes pretty.

"Dammit Papa M. Where have you been? College made you too cool for us?"

“Nah bro, I just started college! I haven’t even got to know the ladies yet,” he said with a devilish smirk. “I’d never be to cool for my bros! BLASPHEMY!”

He threw his hands up in the air to add effect and managed to knock something on the floor. He looked down wide-eyed to see a nice looking iPhone and Dan’s empty hand. Ooooops. Not the best way to first meet the newest member of the super bro crew. Especially since he was the twitter obsessed Dantheman Kaplan. Mikey picked up off the not so soft beige carpet and looked down.

“OH, Merde I’m sor-- wait,” he paused and read the screen laughing. The dude was totally trying to talk to him. Instead, Mikey was cursing in a different language and talking out loud. Fail!!! He typed back:

Thank you carpeted floors!!! Sorry D: Wow, this is so much easier. I feel like a foreign tourist with signing still. -.- Great to meet you too bro! #swagglious?

He hand the phone back to Dan and smiled. The hashtag king was finally not just a computer screen to Mikey anymore.

“...maybe Elle, I don't know, did you ask her?”
“Elle going to be dere?”
Little Mikey got himself a twirl girl?
Elle, Elle, Elle!!

“No Jackie, I did not,” he said with a dramatic frown. He would hate if she didn’t go. Not just because he’d have to wait to see her in a dress until Prom (no but seriously that would be torture because he really wanted to) but also because she wouldn’t be able to have fun with everyone! “She’ll probably go with the girls right?” he asked trying to not look like a pouting puppydog.

notes: Sassy Mikey is Sassy

[JACKSON HIRSCH]

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Honestly, Jackson was still a bit groggy from his nap, so all of the things going on at once were altogether a bit disorienting. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, figuring he'd probably wake up more in a bit. But as Dan began to sign, he knew he had to pay attention. Though he knew quite a bit from a few classes he took for the hell of it and then some books and internet courses he managed to take out of the library in his spare time after he met Dan, he still wasn't really an expert. Napping, he signed back, though he didn't say anything out loud. So tired. If it was possible to show emphasis with sign language, he did. Well, he didn't make an effort to, but his movements were slow and he looked it. Grinning at Mikey, he signed Oh, yeah, Elle Argent. Senior. French. They're just meant to be. Whistling, he turned to Mikey, who was apparently speaking to him, and OZZIE had yelled his name. Caffeine. Caffeine was a good idea.

"OZZIEBBY." Reverting to signing while he was talking, he grinned. God, he missed Mikey. "Oh, no, I was just going to go like this and put on a bowtie and mask." He was a little rusty on 'bowtie' and 'mask', so he wasn't sure if he signed those right. And then he imagined Grace's reaction. His face was serious for all of three seconds before he laughed it off a bit, though the laugh was kind of empty and brief. Grace was going to be there, and he was honestly excited to see her all dressed up. Which was bull, he was just excited to see her as always, every time he was on her way to her or she was on the way to him, that feeling was there. It was a bit ridiculous, but he didn't mind it.

Okay, now that his cheeks were a bit red, he needed to focus on his bros. That would be for later. Right now he was too out of it to think about more than one thing at a time.

Of course, he was lucid enough to waggle his eyebrows at Chandler walking out of the bathroom in only a towel. With a grin, he almost said something, when Mikey knocked Dan's phone out of his hand. Oh shit. Knowing how much Dan loved his phone and would seriously be freaking out without it, especially at the dance, his stomach dropped. BUt everything seemed to be okay, though, so he sighed, relieved. That was insane.

Recovering al most immediately when Mikey mentioned Elle, he patted his French bro's back and sighed. "I don't know, Mikey." Of course, if she wasn't going, he'd probably take Ozzie and find out why the hell she wasn't. but he heard something about her going, so it was all cool. "But if she doesn't, you'll dance with me, right?" His eyes went wide and he spoke in a very obviously emphasized version of Mikey's tone at the prospect of the other half of his OTP not going to the masquerade. Oh yes, after all he got for Grace Holladay, Jackson Hirsch could not resist this. It wasn't revenge, of course. But it kind of was.

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[DAN KAPLAN]

Dan made a two-second attempt to read lips. This was the usual protocol for interactions with large groups of hearing people. But as usual, they were all moving at the speed of a Lamborghini on the highway #poetatheart, and by the time he’d decoded one syllable in his head, he’d already missed three more. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to read lips. Hell, the ability to know what people were saying to him without their having to write it out for him #fuckthewhiteboard would probably have been the best thing ever. He knew a lot of deaf people could do it. Most of his friends at LSD could do it. They’d all taken the same classes, done the same exercises, watched the same youtube videos, the whole shebang, but somehow, for whatever reason, Dan’s friends had learned, and he had not. Granted, most of them had lost their hearing in their late childhood or early teens, but still. Come on. Couldn’t he at least have…a little bit?

Some of his friends at LSD had even been able to talk. Like, #hearingpeople talk, not just what Dan considered talking. Like, #checkyourprivilege, people.

#getonthisscience

Anyways, so he’d managed to make out the word “girl” on both Jackson’s and Mikey’s lips, which led him to believe that they were talking about a girl. #wow #waytogosherlock. Huh, did Mikey have a girl back in France or wherever or something? #bowchickabowwow. ”#itisgettingHOTinhere

[/i]” he tweeted, chuckling as he dug a bottle of Febreze from the back of his closet and gave himself a thorough spray. There. #squeakyclean. That would do in lieu of a shower, right? Because at the rate the #Chanman was going right now, this whole Dan-showering-and-also-getting-to-this-place-on-time thing was #fosho not happening. He offered the Febreze bottle to the other three bros, motioning for them to take it. The #babes were going to dig this so much. This dance was going to be a feeding frenzy.

He felt Mikey brush against him and signed a “sorry” instinctively, only to realize that…#holyshit his phone was not in his hand.

Okay. Okay. Stay calm. It had to be in here, right? He’d tweeted like, a second ago. Where had he been when he’d last tweeted? #shit #shit #shit. He dug into his memory, trying to bring up the image he needed. Had he been right by the…oh, hey, Mikey had it. He felt himself unwind slightly, though there was still that weird little nervous tick in his right hand. It always freaked out when the phone wasn’t in it. That was kind of a problem, actually, now that he thought about it. Some day he was probably going to need to work on fixing that. Oh well. #yolo.

#swaglicious all the way,[/i] Dan typed back, when the phone was securely balanced on his palm again. How you farin’ back in the states, man? #murca[/i]. Man, Mikey was just as cheery as Dan had pictured him. What a dude.

Don’t worry, Jack Black, my bed’s big enough for both of us, he signed back to Jackson as he handed Mikey his phone, winking seductively. Man, was it getting #HOT in here. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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