He’s grabbing at the blonde girl beside him, trying, and failing to be discreet, but he doesn’t really care, assuming the subject of his excitement won’t understand his Norwegian words. It’s not his first language, but he’s learned, and can speak, albeit accented, fluently. “Look at him, Astrid,” Not literally, of course, because that would be suspicious and the brunette stood beside him in the elevator would notice that he’s being talked about. “Isn’t he cute? He has freckles, too– oh my God, Astrid, he even has a fuckin’ braid.”He’s staring, definitely staring at the man in question and oh, is he blushing? His cheeks feel like they’re on fire, so he checks in the mirror and he’s definitely blushing, but come on, this guy, this– this beautiful creature is making his heart pound in his chest. He’s still shaking Astrid, her arm grasped firmly in bony fingers, an excuse to stop himself from f i d g e t i n g. “Dude, look at his eyes they’re like actual fuckin’ emeralds, dude, holy shit. Astrid, are you seeing this?” He almost groans when the elevator stops to let more people in and let him out, Astrid prying herself loose from his fingers. They live in the same place, though they’re on different floors since the corridors are separated by gender. Jack thinks it’s a little stupid, because they’re in college now; they can handle living in the same hallway as the opposite gender. A half-hearted wave and a thoroughly lovestruck glance has him walking towards his dorm room, ready for a well deserved nap after the much too long lecture he’d just sat through. His heart is still beating much too fast in his chest, and his face still feels warm as he falls face-first onto his bed.
Peter frowned deeply at Jack and sighed again”Jack. I used to think that yeah but… I don’t want you to be in trouble because of me. You’re young and I don’t want jerks to pull you away from me. People started to notice it, even at my work when i was texting you they’re being noisy. I just don’t want you to get involved in drama”
Of course Peter was choosing now to act like an adult, and even though he was making good points, it all just sounded like a bunch of excuses to Jack. “I can’t take it when you tell people we’re just friends, or when assholes hit on you like I’m not there.” Eyes averted to his feet, fists clenched at his sides. “I’m tired of being treated like a fucking child.”
Peter blinked at his boyfriend’s sudden bitterness and frowned”Hey! I’m not ashamed of you okay? Stop believing that.”he said with an exhausted face”No. I don’t want people to know because of our age difference. It’s going to suck if anybody find out and it’ll just create drama”
“Who cares what other people think?” It hurt to know that he was tiring Peter with his blind anger, because wasn’t he the one that always told him it would be okay? “Since when have you given a shit?”
Butters watched the other side wide eyes, his mouth hanging open a little. He felt his blush spread to the tips of his ears. Butters let out a little whimper as he tried to talk, coughing awkwardly and taking off his reading glasses which had fogged up a little, cleaning them with the sleeve of his jumper “I-I’m Butters, u-um actually Leopold but e-everyone calls me Butters” he stuttered, quickly putting his glasses back on so he could read the boxes.
“Butters.” He tasted the word, letting it roll off his as he stretched his arm up and back, shirt riding up to reveal a slither of skin on his toned stomach. “It’s a cute name.” The information of his own name actually being Jackson was irrelevant, so he didn’t bother with it, instead moving to finish carrying the rest of Butters’ things inside. “Anything else you need me to do for you?” Bright grin plastered on his face, one he knew made people swoon.
Butters blushed deeply, watching the other. He looked really nice like that… Butters quickly looked away and carried in a smaller box “U-Um… It took a long time…” He mumbled awkwardly, nervously fiddling with the sleeves of his jumper “Thank you” he whispered, blushing deeper.
He could feel the other staring, but didn’t comment, making a show of bending over before crouching slightly, sinking as he latched onto another box, showcasing the muscles in his back and shoulders, made visible by the tank-top that clung to his frame. “No worries; I’m happy to help. Name’s Jack, by the way.” Accompanied by a grunt and a thud as he set the box down beside the others.
“Why do we have to keep it a secret? ‘Cause you’re too scared to let people know you’re gay? Or is it because you’re ashamed of me?” He’s being bitter, of course, but having to hide behind closed doors, and having your boyfriend tell everyone you’re just friends fucking stings
Mike sighed deeply, closing his eyes shut. Good job Mike. You just got here, and instead of making friends you make yourself even more awkward then before. Amazing. Mike looked down, waves of guilt was on his blue eyes as he looked at Jack. “Im.. really sorry.” He said, shacking his head. “You really dont need to come with me if you dont want i dont want to his you again because im so clumsy nd awkward and im making this situation even wierder and i really should go before i hit you again.” Ge rambled, running a hand in his hair as he walked away.
Okay now he felt bad for upsetting the poor guy. With a quiet huff and an apologetic smile, Jack reached out to grab hold of the other’s arm, free hand pushing through his white hair. “I’ll come; I like the idea of a clean shirt and some medication for this burn.” If he died today, at least he could say he had a nice life. No regrets, right? Right, because he’d decided long ago to live without regrets. And this was a great way to skip school for the day.
Butters watched the other and pouted “Come on” he whined, trying to pick up a box “Please” he huffed, running his fingers through his hair. Butters scowled a little and folded his arms “I do, please help me… Don’t just stand there an’ make m'feel like an idiot…” He sighed, going over to take a lighter box inside, succeeding as he headed into his apartment with it.
“Yeah, yeah.” He shifted to grab the box to haul it into the other’s apartment, quiet grunt accompanying the movement. He briefly wondered what was in the box before moving on to grab another one, moving them into the living room in the apartment almost identical to his own, only void of furniture and decoration. “How did you even manage to get these up here on your own?” It was a genuine question because his new neighbour wasn’t exactly large.
Tweek ran out of his house, hands dug in his tatty blonde hair, tugging on it in sheer nerves. He was very angry to say the least. “Dude?! What the fuck?! Oh man! Jesus christ that was my mom’s flower patch! Shit she’s gonna be so angry! You fucking ruined it man! Oh god!” He exclaimed, shaking his head quickly, body twitching nervously. He looked down at Jack, pulling out two clumps of his hair before he began to chew on his fingers. “Wh-… you can explain?! Oh man you better explain!” He yelled, not wanting to be as angry as he was, but he couldn’t help it, he was going to get in so an much trouble for not looking after everything.
He sighed quietly, settling on folding his arms to prevent himself from hurting himself further. “Are they for a girl? I mean if they are I want you to show me her? See if she’s worth me being slaughtered by my own mother!” He snapped, once again getting riled up at the thought of what would happen to him.
Shit was the first word that came to mind, and the albino could feel his impending doom, even with the other looking so harmless and even more frightened than he was. “I left the roots in, so they’ll grow again!” It was definitely a weak argument but it’s not like he could magically put the flowers back into place anyway. He was feeling slightly guilty, though, because the poor kid was literally pulling out his hair. A deep breath in through his nose and back out through his mouth as he prepared to explain that they were for his family’s graves. “G-girl-? Yeah, they’re for a– you wanna do what now?” Now he was definitely screwed because this guy actually wanted to go with him to see this girl the flowers were apparently for.
Being a teen meant being lazy, and with that came Jack’s tendency to leave things to the last minute; he never left himself enough time to buy flowers on this particular day, but that might have just been an excuse to avoid having to pick out something he was completely clueless about. Besides, there was a certain house whose garden was full of the prettiest flowers Jack had ever seen. Perhaps it was unethical to be stealing flowers for such an occasion, but really, the faux-albino teen didn’t give a flying fuck. Imagine birds fucking while they fly. He stooped down, crouching as he had a couple of times before to gather the flowers he wanted, vaguely remembering his mother naming them, though the words were hazy in his mind’s eye.
It did occur to him to just ask whoever this house belonged to, but where was the fun in that, right? Right. Dead people didn’t need fancy bouquets of flowers that probably cost more than Jack’s whole wardrobe anyway, and it was, in his opinion, a lot nicer to receive something picked and chosen by the one that gave them. Of course, these were all excuses that ran through his mind while plucking the flowers, keeping the stems long enough to be held, but being careful not to pull out the roots. He didn’t even hear a door being opened until a voice was wafting over to him, and in his haste to stand up, the flowers almost fell from pale fingers, slightly reddened by the cold. “I swear I can explain!”
frcsti asked: "I can't keep doing this. I need someone who isnt afraid to hold my hand in public."
