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savetheearth2014-06-03 01:44 am
kirifuda) wrote in savetheearth2014-06-03 01:44 am
[closed] if we're not that gone then we're not that far
Who: Lucas & Steven
When: May 31st, evening
Where: Stevens's apartment complex
What: Echos blow, let's decorate cakes instead.
Warnings: This will include flashbacks to vehicular manslaughter. Also, frosting dicks likely.
Steven's glad Lucas decided to text him, not call him - he'd been a shaky wreck for half an hour after crashing at home, he was pretty sure he still looked pale and sounded just as bad. When Lucas texts him that he's outside, he leaves the house looking less put-together than last time, tight khakis with paint stains across the left thigh and a loose plain blue t-shirt, his hair a little disheveled from when he'd been rolling around on his bed. He's bothered to put on worn-in Sperry's, at least.
The gate has a hand-latch, the kind that would be really easy to open from the opposite side if the gate were actually grated. Steven's been known to hop up on the wall and do just that from over it, when he doesn't want to walk around the front after hitting the convenience store, but he's not going to make a guest do that.
He swings the gate open, looking for Lucas, and lifts his hand hello when he finds him. He moves his mouth in up a little at the corners, but it's a little vague. "Hey," he says, stepping back to let Lucas through.
His apartment's the closest building to the gate, so it's just a matter of climbing the stairs to the third floor.
When: May 31st, evening
Where: Stevens's apartment complex
What: Echos blow, let's decorate cakes instead.
Warnings: This will include flashbacks to vehicular manslaughter. Also, frosting dicks likely.
Steven's glad Lucas decided to text him, not call him - he'd been a shaky wreck for half an hour after crashing at home, he was pretty sure he still looked pale and sounded just as bad. When Lucas texts him that he's outside, he leaves the house looking less put-together than last time, tight khakis with paint stains across the left thigh and a loose plain blue t-shirt, his hair a little disheveled from when he'd been rolling around on his bed. He's bothered to put on worn-in Sperry's, at least.
The gate has a hand-latch, the kind that would be really easy to open from the opposite side if the gate were actually grated. Steven's been known to hop up on the wall and do just that from over it, when he doesn't want to walk around the front after hitting the convenience store, but he's not going to make a guest do that.
He swings the gate open, looking for Lucas, and lifts his hand hello when he finds him. He moves his mouth in up a little at the corners, but it's a little vague. "Hey," he says, stepping back to let Lucas through.
His apartment's the closest building to the gate, so it's just a matter of climbing the stairs to the third floor.
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Still... It's true that the two of them are bound together by fate, at least in some way. And even if Steven can't or won't love him... At least when he's with Steven, he's not alone. He can't fathom ignoring or dismissing his feelings... He is, after all, just sixteen. But he's been dealing with crushes on unavailable guys for his whole life. He'll just have to keep dealing.
He squeezes his knees. "Sorry, it's... a pretty ridiculous reason to cry. Kind of cruel, too, to cry about being lonely when someone's right here." He chuckles. "I don't think I could get rid of you even if you didn't know anything. We're partners, after all." Exactly what sort of partners, he wasn't sure, but the surety in the solid concept of partnership between them is one thing that resonates through all of Lucas' memories.
He sighs. "I'm sorry if I, uh... made you feel uncomfortable back there. I'm... kind of a mess. Even I know it. You promised you won't run, so I better promise I'll try not to... make you feel like that." He avoids Steven's gaze. Maybe it would be easier to be Philip and not care.
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He looks down. "It's not ridiculous. We've all got... stuff that's tough to deal with." Not his most brilliant observation, but whatever. "I'm still screwed up over a memory that isn't even mine, I'm in no position to talk."
He leans back, against the couch back, his eyes tipped up toward his white spackled ceiling. "Don't think you've got to be the guy you are at school or at home around here," he says, "you do it to protect yourself, so... you're safe here. All right?" He turns his head sideways to look at Lucas. He's not great at expressing stuff like this, but he's got to try.
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But of course that can't happen. Steven's hands are his own. He looks over. "I... I guess. I'm not really helping with that, either, am I?" He swallows. "You can tell me about it, if you want. I promise I won't cry again."
He nods, taking that in, meeting Steven's gaze. "Okay. I mean... Forgive me if I... act fake, okay? Sometimes it's hard to tell when I'm being real and when I'm not." He's been putting on acts for so long in his life that he's kind of lost contact with his true self.