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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 19:42:25 GMT -5
Quentin cracked at a grin at Simon's awkwardness -- it was actually pretty endearing. "Yeah. Take out sounds nice." Standing up he grabbed his keys from his pocket, twisting the lanyard around his fingers. He threw a glance to Simon, concern crossing his face at the other teen's expression. But now didn't really seem like the time so he turned towards the door, nodding as he was asked a question.
"Sure thing. That probably makes it easier. Then you don't gotta follow me in your car," he said, keeping his tone light. Hopefully that could keep the mood light.
(maybe something could happen between them like. a kiss or something similar. then they avoid talking about it? or something?)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 19:49:24 GMT -5
(Yes omg poor Simon probs wouldn't be able to handle the feels and then ruin the moment somehow and try to avoid talking about it )
"Yeah. Let me just get my cello and snare, you're parked next to me, right?" He asked, glancing at his phone for a moment, frowning when he saw about ten messages from his mom, all along the lines of "Your life is about to hit the fan, and now you want to hang out? " and something about him avoiding his problems and the last message was that he didn't need to go home tonight, she was in St. Louis anyways, she had just landed. He just needed to get to his appointment on time tomorrow. How am I supposed to go there if you took my car? He thought, shaking his head in annoyance before grabbing his instruments, somehow able to block out the pain, just like he usually did during marching practice. He slung his cello case over his shoulder and had his backpack on the other, his snare case held on his hips. "Maybe Chinese?" He suggested, pushing the door open, holding it for Quen.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 20:05:32 GMT -5
Quentin flashed him a smile as he stepped out the door, unlocking his car. "Yeah. Chinese would be good." When he approached his car he opened the back seat, setting his stuff inside and pushing stuff around to make room for Simon's stuff. There always was the trunk too. After putting his stuff in the car he got in the driver's seat to start up his car, jumping almost a foot when his music clicked on. Sheepishly he quickly turned it down until it was a reasonable volume. What could he say -- Edil's music taste of loud alternative was rubbing off on him.
"What kinda games you like? We're kinda a Nintendo household. So I don't got like an Xbox or anything. Always have loved Pokemon and Zelda. Edil too."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 20:11:01 GMT -5
Simon let out a laugh when Quen jumped about a foot when his music came on, the loudness not shocking him- he did play snare, after all. He grinned, recognizing the song, a little relieved that he didn't listen to classic rock or anything, if he did he might just have jumped out of the car and walked home. Well, not really but still. He quickly put his stuff in the back seat, and went to the passengers, settling down into it and playing with his hands a little nervously, hoping he wouldn't ruin anything tonight. "I like Nintendo, I play that and a little bit of Xbox, but I like pokemon, I have my ds in my bag," He added, giving him a nervous smile.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 20:18:14 GMT -5
"Oh, sweet man! I usually carry my ds with me. Makes for a good time consumer when I finish classwork early." When they were finally settled in the car he pulled out of the parking lot, starting to drive towards his house. Absentmindedly he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the song. "I have a WiiU too. Not too many co-op games though. I do have like..Mario Kart?" Quentin glanced at Simon out of the corner of his eyes, flashing a small smile to the other. He felt good. Honestly, it was only a matter of time until his mood swung for the worse, but he couldn't really prevent it. All he could do was keeping smiling and talking to Simon. Hopefully he'd be able to pull himself through it.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 20:28:49 GMT -5
"Yeah, I play it at lunch, too if I'm not practicing," He agreed, his own fingers silently tapping out the beat of the song, stealing glances at Quen every now and then, trying to ignore the massive influx of messages from his mother, who was now demanding who he was hanging out with, along with about five texts with links to like webMD about Osteosarcoma, which completely ruined the lightness of the situation "I think Pokemon first, then maybe Mario Kart? I get ah... A little competitive on the Wii. " Meaning, last time he was on the Wii it was Wii bowling and the remote ended up lodged in the wall. Not his proudest moment, for sure, but, hey, he couldn't help it! He felt his stomach drop a little and he glanced over at Quen, putting his phone down and wondering if he was alright, but didn't know how to ask him without being snoopy. He wanted to help if he could, and he could tell by his body posture that it seemed as if he was... happy but apprehensive. He offered him a grin, trying to look excited for him.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 20:38:37 GMT -5
Quentin laughed a bit, letting himself relax as he finally pulled into his driveway. "Well that's fine. I'm extremely bad at Mario Kart. So you'll definitely beat me." Once he'd parked he got out of the car. Grabbing his bag he headed up to his door, pausing as he waited for Simon to catch up, unlocking his front door. "My mom's at work until late and the lights aren't on so I'd wager that Edil is already out and about for the day," he said, opening up the door.
Stepping inside he kicked off his shoes, leaving them by a few other pairs that laid next to the door. Then he let his backpack drop by the shoes, it would probably sit there, untouched until the next morning. "You can just leave your stuff here," he said nodding his head to the shoes and bag he'd left on the floor. Starting towards the stairs he looked back, waiting for Simon.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 20:45:10 GMT -5
"Awesome, house to ourselves," He commented with a smirk, before realizing what he said, and let out an alarmed noise. "I mean, um, y'know, we can like, um..." He paused, kicking off his shoes quickly, knowing he meant what he said but not wanting to scare off Quen already. "We can play video games and shout and like, eat food wherever we want," He said quickly, trying to save himself from potential embarrassment, setting down his Cello, Snare, and backpack. He glanced around the house, before following him up the stairs, heart beating a little faster than it really should, for once the fatigue that had been plaguing him since the summer started was cut through, looking forward for the evening.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 20:49:07 GMT -5
Quentin laughed but a rush of blood flooded to his face, cheeks turning pink. He turned to hide it, hurrying up the stairs to his room. "Yeah man. It's pretty sweet. Edil and I order pizza a ton and stay up way more than like..when we were younger," he responded quickly, heart pounding in his chest. He hadn't had a boy over in a while and Edil's friends totally didn't count not only because they were younger but he definitely wasn't interested in them. Suddenly the thought of having a cute boy alone with him in his room was dizzying.
Stepping into his room he flicked on the lights, cringing a bit at the mess. A few shirts scattered on the floor and an unmade bed. Posters were stuck to the walls, some peeling at corners. "Well, here we are!"
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 20:57:56 GMT -5
(They are so awkward oml I love them)
"Really? Thats awesome," He said with a grin, running up the the stairs and peering at the room, it was much neater than his own, which had a pile of clean clothes in one corner, dirty clothes in the other, and the rest of his room was littered with sheet music, homework assignments already graded, and boxes of roslin scattered about, along with three bows and his violin case open, empty, leaning haphazardly against a wall. His room was a good parallel to his life- apparently a complete mess, and it was the only place in the house he lived in that didn't have to be pristine. "Nice room," He commented, feeling a little tired after his run up the stairs, eyes landing on the unmade bed, which, looked comfortable.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 21:07:45 GMT -5
(all my ocs are awkward tbh lol.)
"Thanks. Posters are kinda new. In a new phase of like interests now. Used to look pretty different," Quentin said, putting his hands in his pockets. His laptop sat haphazardly on his dresser where he'd left it plugged in, open. It was still open to Steam, he'd never picked a game to play the night before and just ended up going to bed. "Well, make yourself at home. We can get food whenever."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 21:16:01 GMT -5
He paused, studying the posters before landing on the bed, stretching out almost cat like, suddenly feeling too tired to care that he probably shouldn't be laying down on someone elses bed, but it was so comfortable. He peered over at Quen, unsure how these hangouts would actually work. He usually kept to being outside of a house, there was a lot more distractions then, but here it was almost... nice. "How about after a couple of rounds of Pokemon," He mumbled, sounding a little sleepy. He really needed to stop laying down places, lately he slept so little with a combination of the doctors, pain, mother, and band (and, okay, possibly him staying up till 2 am online) that when he laid down he passed out. "Or whenever you're hungry, you're the one with a car."
(Actually same though XD Or they are just bitter lol)
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 21:20:51 GMT -5
Quentin sat on the space Simon left on the bed, leaning back as much as he could. "Sure thing," he said, pulling his ds from his pocket. He already had a Pokemon game booted up from earlier. So now he just made sure he had a good team picked out. "Yeah, true," Quentin said with a short laugh. "Probably won't be hungry for like an hour or more."
(ugh at multitasking. im doing so much.)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 21:30:45 GMT -5
(I feel this >~< I just finished proof reading my spanish essay. ^^ Gosh I want to play Pokemon now.) "Sounds good to me," He mumbled, leaning over his legs and grabbing his small black DS, which he had brought up and consequently left on the floor when he settled onto the bed. He leaned back onto the bed, head settling onto Quens arm comfortably and turning on his DS before realizing what he was doing and he shot up, panicking for a moment. "S-Sorry!" He muttered, cheeks turning a bright pink as he scooted away to give the cute boy some room, eyes flicking through his team, hoping that he would look prepared for the battle, not that he was actually paying attention to it, more focused on his little slip up. Great. Things are going to be awkward now.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 21:46:21 GMT -5
(im playing acnl right now among other stuff lol.)
Quentin laughed, though his heart shot up in his chest. Cheeks hot, he grinned, "you're fine man." Though his thoughts got ahead of him. Being so close to another person was nice, not to mention the person was really cute. After a brief moment he'd gotten together his team, which consisted of his starter and then some pokemon he thought were really cute. He fell silent, not sure what else to say, he was worried he'd stumble over his words and embarrass himself.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 21:53:12 GMT -5
(yeah that sounds good. you wanna do the skip this time?)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 22:02:58 GMT -5
(Sure!) "2-2!" Simon crowed, long legs draped over Quens, the only thing visible in the dimly lit room where his neon colored socks- one yellow, one orange, not even realizing what he was doing as he was completely zoned in on the game, his head near Quens shoulder as his eyes narrowed in concentration then widened in victory. He hadn't had this much fun in... well in a long time. It just felt so natural. He felt a rush of exhilaration as his shiny sylveon finished off the battle. He heard his phone buzz, but he ignored it, deciding that he didn't want this moment to be ruined, not yet.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 22:12:47 GMT -5
Quentin laughed, shifting his position a bit, his shoulder bumping up against Simon's. "No way! I swear I used to be better at pokemon than this. This is just embarrassing!" He laughed, a grin stuck to his face as he played the game. His lapras was totally carrying his team but he just wasn't the best at competitive battling. Besides, he was kinda distracted. Every point where his body touched Simon's burned, it was too dark to tell but a blush had permanently settled over his cheeks.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 22:36:09 GMT -5
Quentin breathed out a soft chuckle, though he was afraid his heartbeat could be heard because it was definitely loud. "Totally unfair. I deserve like..a free turn so I have a chance," he said, unable to keep the grin off his face as he spoke. His body felt alive and full of electricity, he found himself wishing they'd never move. The closeness between them made his heart pound even harder and he fought to keep his breathing even.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 22:49:38 GMT -5
"All's fair in love and war," He responded in a sing songy voice, having no intentions of moving from where he was, it was comfortable and Quen seemed... encouraged almost by their closeness, so why move away. He could feel his own heart beating as hard as it ever was, but trying his best to come off as cool and collected, not wanting to come off as flustered and awkward. Part of him wanted to lean in closer, but he held himself back, deciding if Quen wanted to make a move he could, but he didn't have the nerve to make the next one.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 22:59:33 GMT -5
"How rude," Quentin joked, a breathy chuckle falling from his lips. He turned his face to look at Simon, their noses almost brushing now because of how close they were. "Totally rude. I deserve to get a chance at winning!" He took a sharp breath before evening himself out again, mentally cursing himself for the slip up. Boys could just be friends. He didn't need to get himself worked up over something so silly. Just friends joking around, playing games. Though, now he was looking into Simon's eyes, his mouth going dry as he fought to find anything to say.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 23:12:19 GMT -5
"You won twice, you dork," He responded, breath suddenly hitching when their noses brushed against each other, he hadn't realized they where so close. He frowned for a moment, listening- well, more like feeling- Quen take a sharp breath and he tipped his head to one side, blue eyes wide with concern. "You alright?" He asked, eyes falling to Quens lips momentarily as he found himself imagining him getting a kiss from him, before shaking the thought away. He doubted that Quen thought of him more than anything than friends, friends where always familiar, right? And anyways, he didn't want to drag him into the crazy that would be coming soon... With whatever his doctors plans where, he doubted any of it would be pleasant.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 28, 2017 18:10:19 GMT -5
"By sheer luck!" Quentin shot back, a breathy laugh falling from his lips. "Yeah, yeah. Fine," he continued, voice softer now. He held back from swallowing thickly, they were far too close. If he so much as breathed wrong Simon would definitely know. But..his cheeks lit up as his eyes looked over Simon's face. Over the curve of his cheek, at his nose, at his lips. His breathing briefly paused and he bit back a huge grin, nerves filling his body.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 28, 2017 18:29:42 GMT -5
(Happy Mardi Gras~~ Guess who gets to hand out food at a university party tonight?! Im excited cause I get to sneak food for me to eat ) "If you say so," He said falteringly, watching his face carefully, noticing how he seemed to be biting back a huge grin, wondering if he had said something. Or is he thinking about the same thing I am? Or am I just reading him wrong? He thought, not having the courage to actually kiss him, his heart shooting back up into his throat at the thought of that, his grin fading slightly into curiosity, and he shifted slightly, moving his arm from under his body (it was propping him up) and putting it around Quens shoulder, deciding the it would be safe, and, anyways, his arm was starting to tremble at the weight of his body, so he needed to move it, and why not move it closer to Quen? Now that he was so close to him, he was noticing things about him, his eyes, which seemed to have softened now somehow, and how his curled brown hair seemed to frame his face perfectly. He felt himself lean forward slightly, but stopped, thinking that he didn't want to come on so strong.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 28, 2017 18:35:47 GMT -5
(omg nice. im free today for once. no homework. its great.)
Quentin felt his face burning as Simon leaned in and then paused, his mouth going dry. His whole body was tense, where Simon's arm was now touching him felt like it was buzzing. He held in a nervous laugh, it was a good nervous, though. The sort of nervous you got when you held hands with your first boyfriend. The sort of nervous you got on a cute milkshake date. Quentin's instant reaction was to lean in too, he paused, able to feel Simon's breath. Now they were probably too close for friends, but not quite kissing. His heart was pounding, Simon just looked..pretty. The dim light fell over their faces, making soft shadows.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 28, 2017 18:47:54 GMT -5
(that sounds amazing ^^ I really don't have much homework, but I have an astronomy exam I need to study for and spanish but spanish takes me like 5 mins)
Feeling the tension between the two of them was... intoxicating to say the least, and Simon could help let out a small chuckle, one that he didn't realize came from him until it was too late, trying to remember the last time he felt this way. A mixture of nerves, excitement, and possibly a little bit of apprehension. It was the same feeling that he had on his first date, or when he first auditioned to get into the drumline (yes, he wasn't ashamed to admit that he had the same feelings for music that he did for boys.). Ah what the he- heck. He thought, before leaning in, filling the gap in between them, giving in, kissing him hesitantly, before breaking away, letting out an embarrassed cough. "Ah- um," He trying to come up with some intelligent response.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 28, 2017 18:58:02 GMT -5
(i have an art class and band and stuff tomorrow so. not much homework for those days ever.)
Quentin let his eyes fall shut, a hand moving to brush fingertips lightly as Simon kissed him. Once the other boy had pulled away Quentin had leaned with him some before he let the kiss break. Cheeks flushed bright red his eyes shot back open and met Simon's, a crooked smile tentatively crossing his lips. "Uhm..uh," he stumbled for words, fighting the urge to reach up and touch his own face, still not fully convinced that had even happened. "Whoa."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 28, 2017 19:13:25 GMT -5
"Y-yeah. I, uh, " Simon blinked, whatever bravado he had beforehand completely vanished. He wasn't exactly the best with handling feelings, or being the first to kiss, or anything like this. It was completely new territory and he was at a loss as to what to do- not that it was a bad thing, actually what he wanted to do was kiss Quen again, for longer this time, and he felt as if his entire being was set on fire with what just happened. He gave the curly haired boy a sheepish smile, his pale skin settling on a pale shade of pink. "So... Chinese?" He managed, barely able to string those two words together, fingertips twitching as they brushed against Quens. (Nice!! Those sound like fun classes especially band but I might be partial on that one.)
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