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Post by nathan conor stellan on Nov 8, 2012 15:59:26 GMT -5
It didn't really matter to Nathan if they weren't supposed to be in the lab. They had him at 'dangerous chemicals'. And what's better to get in trouble with than a bunch of biological concoctions? Nothing. Oh, this was bound to be fun. He'd been the one who'd managed to burn a hole in the third floor biology lab in high school. And they'd learned quick, fast, and in a hurry that people like Nathan shouldn't be trusted with chemicals above the basement level of any building, considering he'd burned all the way down TO the basement. But it'd got them out of school for a couple days, so there really was no complaining from the students.
The brunette packed his booksack like he always did, then slung it over his shoulder. He wasn't sure if even Landon knew exactly what he kept in there. But if anything, it was always something to get them into bigger trouble and out of locked rooms. Who liked being sealed up anyways? He started towards the lab, giving charming smiles to every nurse he passed. He was such the flirt, it made his parents sick. No one had ever been much more than a one night stand anyways, so it's not like he was in it for the emotions. Except Landon. But Landon was territory even he wasn't going to get into. "Holy titty fuck, Landon. You're gonna be late to your own damn grave." He complained when he finally saw the other boy.
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Post by Landon Morgan Jones on Nov 8, 2012 17:17:51 GMT -5
Landon is funny about things. He rarely lets things in more than skin deep, nothing but scratches on the surface. That's what you could see on his skin everywhere... scratches on the surface. He was alright, he'd be fine. Landon was a good kid, you know how that goes. No one would ever need to know about what lay beneath the surface... no one ever would know. Nate was the only one... something about the way they got on was special. As far as the incident in bio their sophomore year? Did they really think Nathan was that smart? The brains behind the operation, yeah.
The man slung his own backpack over his shoulder, straightening himself as he trotted down the stairs. There was Nate, standing there with that flirty little grins on his lips. There's a chuckle from Landon, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, yeah. Let's get a move on before you get your stupid ass caught." He's not scared, not in the least. There's no way he can fear with Nate at his side... it's something that's been in their friendship since day one. They make each other invincible.
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Post by nathan conor stellan on Nov 8, 2012 17:34:14 GMT -5
Nathan scoffed, rolling his eyes. But it was true. More often than not, it was Nathan getting the short end of the stick. But any smart person knew he wasn't doing things alone, there was always Landon somewhere. Landon just always got away. Innocent until proven guilty and all that jazz. Nathan hummed to a song stuck in his head, playing with the end of his booksack strap.
"I was talking to a nurse earlier, right? And she was all 'you're too cute to be causing so much trouble. It's not becoming of a young man'." He said, mocking the woman in the most high and nasal-y voice he possibly could. "I don't know what 'becoming of a young man' is, but it sure doesn't sound like a lot of fun." He watched a girl walk past, nearly running into a wall. "Anyways." He cleared his throat, looking over at his best friend. "Have you been chastised yet?"
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Post by Landon Morgan Jones on Nov 8, 2012 18:14:01 GMT -5
Landon is able to be gentle, silly with Nathan. It's something that they can only show each other, and it's something that makes him happy. The man is always somewhere behind the madness, it's the sort of partnership they have.
He laughs gently as the man recounts his story in the mocking voice, feeling around in his pocket to grab the flask that sits in his pocket. "Well, she's got the cute thing right." His eyes roll gently, taking a long sip. Alcoholism wasn't a secret he kept, life was just far more fun intoxicated. This time he wasn't drunk, just keeping the ache away from his head. "Apparently smoking in the corridors is frowned upon. And in the rooms. And in the holding cells. And really everywhere else... where do they expect us to do it? Other than that, I haven't been caught." He cocks his hip, a hand running through his hair. "This is why I'm the brains of the operation."
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Post by nathan conor stellan on Nov 8, 2012 18:32:12 GMT -5
"Of course she does. Look at this pretty face." Nathan smirked, pointing to his chin. He didn't honestly believe he was much more than just the average boy, but it didn't mean that he wouldn't feign cockiness. He couldn't help wondering why it seemed to take forever and a day to get around the hospital. He spun his booksack around to his chest, giant white print proclaiming 'GLAMOUR KILLS' on the black bag. He pulled a box of gobstoppers he'd gotten his parents to bring him last time they'd come to visit. He shook out a few of them, offering the ones he didn't eat to Landon.
"It's not that I always get caught. It's that you've always ran faster than me, and circumstantial evidence won't hold up in the court of here." He said, popping a couple of the candies into his mouth. "I got sweet tarts too. And bottle caps. Mom brought the bottle caps for you cause I hate those things. They're in my sock drawer."
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Post by Landon Morgan Jones on Nov 8, 2012 23:38:07 GMT -5
A pair of flirts, only natural that they'd flirt with each other. What was friendship, anyways, if you couldn't get a little bit gay with each other. Landon was more than okay with reaching out, swatting Nate's cheek playfully. It's something that he can't help, teasing the other creature gently.
The man reaches out, grabbing the jaw breaker and tossing it in the air before catching it skillfully and sucking on the candy. It brings a light, playing grin to his face. "Not my fault that your legs are stubby. It would do you well to work out, too." He sucks on the Gobstopper for a moment before braking into an even wider smile. There' something wild and lovely about it, and he can't help it. "Sometimes I think she loves me more than my own mother. We've been here for how long and all she's sent me is socks." The creature rolls his eyes, reaching down to adjust a sockless foot in his sneaker.
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Post by nathan conor stellan on Nov 10, 2012 20:48:21 GMT -5
Nathan laughed, swatting Landon's hand away. "I will not. I like my sexy body. All those muscles and I'd look like an idiot. Can't touch this." He smirked, chewing on the Gobstopper now that it was soft enough. She couldn't help but laugh at the comment about his mom. And it really was no surprise. The boy was always at his house. Or vice versa. It was more likely it was Nathan begging Landon to finish his chores and come play.
"Well, we ARE attached at the hip, you know. It's only natural she sends something to someone who's practically her other son." He shrugged, reaching up to rub his nose. "You don't wear socks just to spite your mom? Maybe she shopped hard for those things. They're all the way at the back of the store, you know. A whole ten feet of walking. Appreciate."
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Post by Landon Morgan Jones on Nov 10, 2012 21:39:36 GMT -5
The pair could Tom Sawyer each other into painting fences without blinking. They were something else, and Landon couldn't help but adore it. Their friendship was beautiful, and it had always meant something. They meant something to each other, and knowing that was nice. Their histories were intertwined and the pair couldn't let go.
Landon moves into Nate's personal space, hip checking the man with a graceful ease. It's a literal attaching at the hip, a grin playing on his lips. "So what exactly are we up to this evening?" He crushes the soft jaw breaker between his teeth, feeling it crush to powder. The creature was trying for a moment to push back the fact that he maybe missed his family. At least he had Nate. At least he had what he needed most to cling to.
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Post by nathan conor stellan on Nov 10, 2012 21:54:01 GMT -5
"Well, for starters, we're going into the lab to see what trouble we can get into. And after that, who knows?" Nathan shrugged, wrapping his arm around the other's boy's waist. He'd never admit that he'd been in love with his best friend since he could remember. Not even if God himself asked. He didn't want to ruin what they'd built, so he never bothered even expressing it aside from the little gestures he did.
"I dunno. What else can you think of?" He asked, his dark eyes looking over at Landon. He rose an eyebrow, leaning close to him. "Ve require answers."
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Post by Landon Morgan Jones on Nov 10, 2012 22:43:21 GMT -5
There were a million things that hung between the pair entirely unsaid. None of them would find voice without something catastrophic happening. Circumstances would need to be severe in order for anything to transpire... Landon could almost say he wished it never got that far. He'd never want to come that close to losing someone who meant that much.
The creature leans into Nathan's grasp, grinning madly. "The labs, the labs. Going to find the next big secret in this hell hole?" The creature grinned madly, his head resting on the side of the man's face. "What I'm thinking is that Lukas brought me a big ass bottle of blueberry Bacardi last time he came to visit." Nate had leaned in, Landon's fingers brushing over the man's forehead, fluffing out the mess of hair. It's a ruffling motion, screwing it up entirely with a bright grin on his face.
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Post by nathan conor stellan on Nov 11, 2012 0:52:08 GMT -5
Nathan groaned when Landon messed up his hair. He wasn't actually hurt by it, but it was something to tease Landon about. And he never passed up a reason to tease Landon. "You fucking twat waffle!" He complained, pushing his hand away. He leaned over, running his fingers through his hair. The hair gel he'd put in earlier was bound to be a pain in the ass when it came to redoing his hair. "I fucking hate you." He leaned back up, brushing his hair to the side.
"I don't know about you, but that sounds like the most wonderful reason to get wasted." Nathan said with a nod as he started walking again. He shook more Gobstoppers into his hand, popping a few into his mouth to suck on them.
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Post by Landon Morgan Jones on Nov 11, 2012 10:20:56 GMT -5
Landon couldn't help but laugh, low and gentle, at Nate's antics. Their friendship was as such, going round after round of pranks and annoyances. It was nothing to be afraid of unless you were on the outside. Nothing they did would purposely hurt someone... at least usually. Let it be, anyway.
"Oh hush up with you." It's a gentle, playful seat to Nathan's face, the shorter man light on his feet until he's hiding out of range. "You looooooove me." The young man's eyes danced, a chuckle in his throat. "When have we ever needed a reason?" The creature laughs once more, an arm around his compatriot's midsection. "Let's get this show on the road." They move in perfect time, easily with each other.
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Post by nathan conor stellan on Nov 11, 2012 11:40:51 GMT -5
"I never said we did. I just said it was one." Nathan said, a bit uneasy at Landon's arms around him. It seemed to drag back everything he'd hidden in the back of his mind. 'Hey, pay attention to us!' They seemed to call. 'We're gonna make everything all awkward and ruin your friendship!' They'd built a lot here, and that was a lot to ruin.
He walked slowly, popping candies into his mouth so he wouldn't have to put his hands on Landon's. He sucked noisily on the candies, shaking the box as he went. "Maybe we can figure out what they mix together in there to make that horrible tasting food they feed us."
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Post by Landon Morgan Jones on Nov 11, 2012 23:51:51 GMT -5
Honestly, the best reason to get wasted lay with the fact they both got really cuddly... more so than usual. The pair could hide behind alcohol and the fact that they were never as wasted as they let themselves believe. There was a lot riding on the fact they were friends. Namely, sanity. Sanity was a hell of a lot.
The man groped for the box, reaching around Nathan's midsection. He's grabby, grinning. "It's hardly even food... who the hell knows." Landon trails half a step behind. This is Nate's adventure.
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Post by nathan conor stellan on Nov 16, 2012 1:37:52 GMT -5
Nathan held the box over his head, snickering a bit. He was all too aware of Landon's hands on him, feeling and touching and driving him far more insane than Landon had to know. He'd always been more than aware of every touch Landon had ever made on his body. He was in love with him, after all. It was enough to ruin him, feeling the way he did. "Get cho hands off me, boy." He drawled, rocking his hips back to nudge him away.
He was half tempted to say 'fuck it' and just turn around and go back to Landon's room. There was booze. And booze meant the two of them letting their walls down. Pretending to be a lot more wasted than he actually was was how Nathan most of the time got away with doing things he couldn't normally do. "It really isn't." He said, drawn out of his thoughts by Landon's voice.
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