What do you say when you like a girl, but she thinks you are creep because your remember her coffee order, but that’s not creepy at all because you remember other people’s too. And then you start to think about the people who’s order’s your remember, and realize you kind of like them too, and think to yourself that you are creepy because you crush on multiple people. But then again, none of them would ever return your affections, so it must be okay to crush on them, right?
I felt pretty cool when Quinn and I started to talk about our weird work related habits. You know Quinn is a cool girl and I really like her. She is WAY out of my league though, and an older woman so I new it would never work.
And Then Jim Bond, Jam#s, my favorite singer calls me a cute ginger. Watch me as a fall.
“Cute dress, where did you get it?” Alice asked, picking at a corner of Quinn’s sleeve with two painted fingernails.
“It’s vintage, I got it from that store in town.” Quinn smiled, one eyebrow raised slightly.
“Cute,” Alice let go, moving a step back as she turned around to her locker and the Cheerio who had been standing by it. “Looks like something my grandmother would wear,” she whispered to the other girl.
Quinn, who had been turning back to her own locker, froze. “I can hear you Alice,” she said icily, slamming the door shut and causing most people in the hallway to look back at the pair.
“Oh, shame,” Alice leaned against the metal of the locker doors, looking down at her nails casually. “I care, why?”
With a frustrated huff Quinn marched forward, jabbing one finger into Alice’s chest. “You’re a bitch, you know that? A complete bitch. I cannot believe I was ever like you.”
“What, popular? A cheerleader? Better than you? You know Quinn you’ve totally let yourself go,” Alice casted a critical eye over Quinn’s body, tutting loudly.
“Totally,” the brunette Cheerio by Alice’s shoulder whispered.
“I don’t care what you think,” Quinn hissed. “I don’t care what any of you think.”
“That’s where you’re wrong Quinnie,” Alice batted away Quinn’s hand, “you care what we think. You care what the whole school thinks, you just pretend you don’t because you’re not at the top anymore. I totally am.”
With an angry growl, Quinn reached out grabbing Alice by the ponytail. Alice, shrieking, clawed at Quinn’s arms, pushing her away as people in the corridor began crowding round them, cheers of ‘Fight!’ filling the air.
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It was a fact, Hayden had a thing for Jesse’s neck. Not just his neck of course, Hayden a thing for all of Jesse, but his neck was an easy accessible point. He liked biting, licking, sucking and kissing. He liked looking at it as Jesse stretched out, or touching the soft skin there and feeling the throb of a pulse against his fingertips.
Not only that but he loved seeing wet, red marks decorating the pale skin. It was like a sign saying ‘Hayden was here’ and ‘mine’ all rolled into one. He couldn’t help but stare whenever he caught sight of marks he had left the previous night, especially when they just peaked out from underneath clothing. It was subtle and hot and Hayden thought Jesse unbuttoned his shirt like that on purpose because he had to know what seeing those love bites did to him.
This particular time, Jesse had arrived early in Ohio and, after a quick make-out session in the backseat of Jesse’s car during Hayden’s last free period, they headed to practice together. He hadn’t even realised he’d left a mark, too caught in the heat of the moment and Jesse and the feeling of arms and hands and lips, but there it was. Peaking out just from beneath Jesse’s t-shirt was a fresh red love bite.
“Sparks!” Dakota shouted distracting Hayden’s attention from the cream skin of Jesse’s throat and the contrasting red bite.
“Yeah?” He asked, looking at Dakota, eyes darting sideways to Jesse who was now watching the two of them cautiously.
“Laps. Five of them. Listen to me next time.” Dakota glared up at Hayden. “Now Sparks!”
With a sigh Hayden got up, moving past Jesse and brushing his fingers along the line of Jesse’s shoulder, stopping at the dip of his throat and the love bite.
Jesse, who had shuddered at the contact, looked at Hayden from underneath his lashes. “You should pay more attention Hay.”
“I’ll be sure to remember that,” Hayden said softly, quirking a smile as he directed his gaze up to Jesse’s face. “Meet me in the costume cupboard in five? Dakota doesn’t notice if I do the laps or not.”
Jesse rolled his eyes. “Make it two, and only quickly.”
“A quickie is all I need right now, we have all night later.” Hayden winked, jogging on towards the costume cupboard and already thinking of other places he could make some marks.
“Jesus fucking christ it’s freezing,” Hayden said as he came up behind Jesse, resting his chin on a shoulder and shoving his already numb hands into Jesse’s pockets.
“This is what you get for not dressing properly, I told you it was going to be cold,” Jesse admonished but Hayden could also hear the smile in his voice as he squeezed him tighter.
“Yeah yeah,” Hayden grumbled knowing that Jesse was right and he had in fact warned Hayden that morning it would be colder than the arctic. “Dude, at least gimme your scarf.”
“Give you my scarf?” Jesse asked sounding half scandalised by the suggestion. “But then I’d be cold.” But he was slowly reaching up to unwind it, hands moving backwards to loop a part round Hayden’s neck so they could share it instead.
Hayden murmured happily as the soft wool, still warm from Jesse’s body heat, wrapped around his neck. “You’re the best, man.”
“Everyone looks like ants,” Chris commented, snuggled next to Jon.
“They do,” Jon mumbled in reply. He buried his face in Chris’s arm, eyes half lidded.
Chris wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist and pulled him even closer. “Tired?”“
“No, I just love you,” Jon replied.
“We’re at an amusement park and you’re falling asleep on me.” Chris’s amused tone was heavily laced affection as he ran his hands through Jon’s hair. Jon just leaned into the petting, mumbling something inaudible under his breath.
Chris just smiled and held Jon close, not able to tear his eyes away from his boyfriend’s sleepy form. He kissed the top of Jon’s head, who just buried closer into his arms.
And Chris sat back, cuddled up with his boyfriend as the ferris wheel moved on, only stirring when they reached the ground once again. With that, he scooped Jon up in his arms and carried him to the car.
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Hayden pulled the car carefully into a parking space, shutting off the engine and putting the handbrake on. With one last quick look in the mirror, he grabbed his things and got out.
He was supposed to be meeting Harry and Pratik at Parrie’s for a quick coffee before the team/blu gig started.
He’d meet Pratik only the once, that time he had come round Chris’s apartment to watch films with the rest of them. He was a quiet guy, the sort that made Hayden slightly nervous because you could never tell what they were thinking. There was a reason people said it was always the quiet ones.
Harry on the other hand was a complete open book. His body language was always warm and open and his mother hen tendencies reminded Hayden of Chris. He made Hayden laugh and feel safe which was rare tendency around people.
But when it came to the both of them together they were like stars caught in each other’s gravity. He wondered if he and Jesse were a lot like that and assumed they probably were. Constantly aware of the other’s presence and always feeling the lack of them when they were not around. It was hard not to look at that thing they had together and feel so fucking glad he had Jesse.
Jesse was his exception and Hayden was pretty sure it was like that with Harry and Pratik. No one else would have ever fitted into that space in their lives so seamlessly.
So it hurt, seeing them together while Jesse was states away, thousands of miles between them. But he was also kinda glad; Pratik did tend to eye his boyfriend with something akin to wonder. Hayden was definitely going to have to figure that one out.
Vocal Adrenaline had been having a team night out to the movies, significant others invited as well, when the whole evening had fell into turmoil as some jock shouted ‘Homo!’ towards Jim and Henry.
“Woah, what?” Hayden demanded, already moving towards the large teen that was surrounded by three other boys.
“Hey!” Lauren shouted as she grasped a hold of Hayden’s jacket, Sunny doing the same to the other side. “Morons!” She called out, scowling fiercely.
Giselle had already moved instinctively in front of Henry while Chris had pushed himself to the front of the group, one hand at Hayden’s chest to hold him back and the other directed to the teens opposite.
“Takes one to know one,” he called out smugly.
“Bastards!” Hayden shouted, struggling to get free from his team mates grip. “I’ll fucking show them what a homo is!”
“That doesn’t even make sense Hay,” Sunny frowned, confused, “what, you’re going to kiss them?”
“I think he probably meant shove something large and metal up their ass,” Tori said, one eyebrow raised.
“Oh god,” Henry groaned, burying his face into Jim’s neck who was looking bemused at the whole thing. “Kill me James, do it now.”
“I think it’s quite adorable actually,” Jim commented, patting Henry on the back.
“Fucking bastards,” Hayden grumbled in the background.
“I hate you all,” Henry muttered, secretly smiling into Jim’s neck
Prompting the heck out of you: Giselle looking after drunk!Jesse and Hayden.
The first thing she had thought was “Oh God, not again.” Followed shortly after by “Oh God, I don’t know if I want to deal with this.” That was followed by “Why for the love of God can’t they take care of themselves?” And that was followed by “Suck it up and take care of your best friend and your honorary little brother.”
And so she came to be knocking on the door to their apartment in New York at one o’clock in the morning, dressed in some very comfortable leggings and a t-shirt and a hoodie. She knocked on the door, and telephoned Jesse at the same time for luck.
“Jesse, Jesse, you should come to the door. Do you remember what the door looks like?”
A clearly stumbling person came towards the door, and thumped on it. “Is this the door, Giselle? I think it is, but…”
“Yes, Jesse, that’s the door. Can you open it for me?”
There was the sound of giggling talking both over the line and through the door, and then it opened, revealing a drunk Jesse, and a drunk Hayden hanging off of him. Giselle hung up the phone, as Jesse talked at her. “Hayden didn’t want me to open the door. He tried to stop me. He said it might be someone crazy and I said it was just Giselle and then he let me.”
Hayden’s only response to that was “Hi Giselle.”
Giselle entered the apartment, trying very carefully not to trip over Jesse or Hayden, and closing the door behind her, before taking both Jesse and Hayden over to the couch, and sitting them down. From her purse, she pulled out two water bottles, opening each of them and passing one to Jesse and one to Hayden. Then she pulled out the Advil, and passed two to each of them, talking animatedly and as if their drunken ramblings made any sense at all. (They didn’t, but she was good at pretending.)
After both of them had drunk the entire bottle of water and taken their pills, and almost half an hour of inane conversation that she had heard many times had taken place (“You’re like a gazelle, Giselle. Hear it, hear it? They sound the same.” “Dude, no she’s not, she’s like a lion, because she’s all fierce and stuff.” “I like you, Giselle, did you know?”), Jesse yawned and whined, “I’m tired, Giselle. I don’t want to be tired. Make me sleep, Giselle?”
Giselle pulled him into a hug, and Jesse settled in, only for Hayden to complain back, “Me too! I’m tired too!” And then he was pulled into a hug too.
It didn’t take long for the sleep to kick in, and Giselle was caught in the middle and underneath and… well, there was no way she was going home, which she had somewhat expected. She settled down a little bit, and fell asleep too.
Tina opened the fridge and started poking around. She stood on one foot and scratched the back of her leg with her foot and pulled out a carton of orange juice.
“Hey, is there any mi-”
Tina’s head snapped up. That was not Nate’s voice.
“You’re not Nate,” the voice behind her said.
Tina shook her head as she turned around slowly. “Neither are you.” She looked down at what she was wearing, a oversized t-shit of Nate’s and ridiculously small shorts she never wore anywhere else and blushed.
“I’m his sister,” the other girl offered. “And you’re…?”
“His girlfriend,” Tina finished. “His sister?”
“T, can you not find the orange…” Nate walked into the kitchen and raised his eyebrows at the sight of his sister and girlfriend staring at each other. “I. Um… I thought you were spending the night at a friend’s, Katie,” he said slowly.
Both girls turned to look at him.
“No, Laura wasn’t feeling well, so I came home… Who’s this?”
Nate nodded. “Uh, Katie, this is Tina, my girlfriend. Tina, this is Katie, my sister.”
The girls sized each other up and remained silent, before returning their gazes to Nate.
“More tea?” Eliot asked, lifting up the teapot carefully.
Giselle smiled widely, suppressing the giggles that wanted to emerge. “I would love some more tea,” she held up her cup and saucer, watching carefully as he poured the tea into it. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a tea party in a blanket fort before.”
Eliot pulled a face as he set the teapot back down, grabbing one of the cupcakes from the fancy little cupcake stand he’d asked Tina to pick up for him. “Never? It’s such a wonderful thing though!”
Giselle, gazing around the small space, brightly lit with lamps and fairy lights, pillows making up the floor and light white blankets providing the walls, nodded. “It is, isn’t it?”
“Good date so far then?” Eliot asked, leaning back against the large pillow next to her.
“Quite good, it depends on what you have planned for the rest of the date,” she grinned, sipping delicately from the china cup.
“Well,” Eliot said, finger and thumb on his chin as he pretended to think. “There’s some campfire stories, and then I was thinking we could play pirates, and after that we can watch Peter Pan on my mini projector?” He indicated to the small device that was facing a smooth white blanket at the back of the fort.