Started this at work
Feb. 8th, 2006 08:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrBut god forbid anyone actually be left to enjoy their full hour of lunch *rolls eyes* Hope it amuses and cheers, as I have noticed on the flist a general feeling of misery.
On unrelated matters, to sidetrack for a moment, was supposed to be getting a book from Skylark. Instead, got a book, another book (that I am apparently supposed to forward to cookie, hmmm chance for mischief...) and two fun lipglossy things ^_^ Hee hee. Thank you, Sky.
I so need to get better about packages. Merg merg merg.
Also. This is the best icon ever.
Back on topic:
Brian threw the basketball too hard, only growing more pissed as it missed, hit the garage (if his grandmother weren't mostly deaf, she'd probably kill him). He fetched it from the front yard and tried again. Missed again. He settled for dribbling, maybe using a little more force than necessary.
On the sidewalk, Kevin was saying goodnight to his date -- who, it appeared, had insisted on driving and dropping him off, in that way all girls seemed to have these days.
So it was stupid of him to be mad. They'd never really said they were friends, didn't go to the same school, and only hung out because there was no one else their age on the street or even on the block.
And yeah, a handful of kisses on stupid dares didn't mean anything. Even if he was pretty sure boys didn't usually kiss other boys on dares or even if their lives depended on it. The first one had been in his grandmother's basement two years ago. There had been six more since then, each of them motivated by this dare or that.
Apparently he was the only they'd started to mean anything to, though after that last he'd thought maybe not. Well, whatever. Screw him. Or not. Because he wasn't thinking about it.
Swallowing a snarl, he tried not to watch the two figures from the corner of his eye. Dusk was falling, the spring evening growing chilly. Brian threw the ball at the garage, not even trying for the hoop, and half-hoped Kevin's grandmother would come out to yell at him and then yell at Kevin and Miss Independant Princess for Making a Spectacle.
He let the ball go past, roll in the grass and into his own driveway,empty because his father was out and no one else could park in that most sacred spot. Brian picked the ball up and held it loose, watching as the Miss IP giggled, snuck another kiss, then climbed into her car and drove away. Kevin turned and approached him, looking preppy and totally not like his Kevin. Neighbor Kevin, who wore ragged jeans and faded t-shirts, flip-flops even when it snowed unless Brian's grandmother got to him first. Whose light brown hair was always messy, face always wearing that goofy grin and blue eyes that took on a certain glint when he was about to say or do something guaranteed to drive Brian insane. He didn't like this Kevin in khakis and polo and loafers
"I thought you had practice tonight," Kevin said, perpetual grin slipping onto his face. It was like he couldn't help it or something.
"Coach was sick, and I hate the assistant so I bailed. Thought we could play hoops instead." He shrugged to show it was no big deal.
Kevin ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry I wasn't here."
"Looks like you were having lots more fun with the chick." He tried for casual. Really casual. Don't give a fuck casual. But he could tell by the slight faltering of Kevin's grin that he'd failed miserably. Fine then. He was pissed. And...really really pissed. "Didn't know you had a girl." That was almost casual.
"I don't," Kevin said, loosing the buttons of his navy polo. "Stella's mom and Grandma kind of made us go out on a date. Her mom worries she doesnt' get out enough and grandma 'wanted me to be really sure' so we said fine, okay and just went to goof off at the arcade fora couple of hours." Kevin laughed suddenly. "Her mom doesn't know she's dating some college boy." He rolled his shoulders, stretched his neck. "Still want to play?"
No, he didn't want to play. "Grandma wanted you to be sure about what?"
Kevin's grin burst into full effect, and then Brian was being kissed - full on, like it was important, not some stupid dare, even better than the last one, which hadn't been very dare-ish at all. "Sure about this. I mean, if you wanna." But he didn't look uncertain at all, just very...Kevin, who thought he knew everything or could make everything go his way.
Brian just stared, basketball rolling away into the street. "No joke?"
"No more dares," Kevin said with a grin. "Okay, one more. Dare you to kiss me while Grandma is on the porch glaring at us."
"Is she behind us?"
"Oh, yes. Glare is at danger levels."
Brian grabbed Kevin by the shoulders, hauled him close, and kissed him soundly enough they were going to make Grandma hoarse from screeching.
On unrelated matters, to sidetrack for a moment, was supposed to be getting a book from Skylark. Instead, got a book, another book (that I am apparently supposed to forward to cookie, hmmm chance for mischief...) and two fun lipglossy things ^_^ Hee hee. Thank you, Sky.
I so need to get better about packages. Merg merg merg.
Also. This is the best icon ever.
Back on topic:
Brian threw the basketball too hard, only growing more pissed as it missed, hit the garage (if his grandmother weren't mostly deaf, she'd probably kill him). He fetched it from the front yard and tried again. Missed again. He settled for dribbling, maybe using a little more force than necessary.
On the sidewalk, Kevin was saying goodnight to his date -- who, it appeared, had insisted on driving and dropping him off, in that way all girls seemed to have these days.
So it was stupid of him to be mad. They'd never really said they were friends, didn't go to the same school, and only hung out because there was no one else their age on the street or even on the block.
And yeah, a handful of kisses on stupid dares didn't mean anything. Even if he was pretty sure boys didn't usually kiss other boys on dares or even if their lives depended on it. The first one had been in his grandmother's basement two years ago. There had been six more since then, each of them motivated by this dare or that.
Apparently he was the only they'd started to mean anything to, though after that last he'd thought maybe not. Well, whatever. Screw him. Or not. Because he wasn't thinking about it.
Swallowing a snarl, he tried not to watch the two figures from the corner of his eye. Dusk was falling, the spring evening growing chilly. Brian threw the ball at the garage, not even trying for the hoop, and half-hoped Kevin's grandmother would come out to yell at him and then yell at Kevin and Miss Independant Princess for Making a Spectacle.
He let the ball go past, roll in the grass and into his own driveway,empty because his father was out and no one else could park in that most sacred spot. Brian picked the ball up and held it loose, watching as the Miss IP giggled, snuck another kiss, then climbed into her car and drove away. Kevin turned and approached him, looking preppy and totally not like his Kevin. Neighbor Kevin, who wore ragged jeans and faded t-shirts, flip-flops even when it snowed unless Brian's grandmother got to him first. Whose light brown hair was always messy, face always wearing that goofy grin and blue eyes that took on a certain glint when he was about to say or do something guaranteed to drive Brian insane. He didn't like this Kevin in khakis and polo and loafers
"I thought you had practice tonight," Kevin said, perpetual grin slipping onto his face. It was like he couldn't help it or something.
"Coach was sick, and I hate the assistant so I bailed. Thought we could play hoops instead." He shrugged to show it was no big deal.
Kevin ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry I wasn't here."
"Looks like you were having lots more fun with the chick." He tried for casual. Really casual. Don't give a fuck casual. But he could tell by the slight faltering of Kevin's grin that he'd failed miserably. Fine then. He was pissed. And...really really pissed. "Didn't know you had a girl." That was almost casual.
"I don't," Kevin said, loosing the buttons of his navy polo. "Stella's mom and Grandma kind of made us go out on a date. Her mom worries she doesnt' get out enough and grandma 'wanted me to be really sure' so we said fine, okay and just went to goof off at the arcade fora couple of hours." Kevin laughed suddenly. "Her mom doesn't know she's dating some college boy." He rolled his shoulders, stretched his neck. "Still want to play?"
No, he didn't want to play. "Grandma wanted you to be sure about what?"
Kevin's grin burst into full effect, and then Brian was being kissed - full on, like it was important, not some stupid dare, even better than the last one, which hadn't been very dare-ish at all. "Sure about this. I mean, if you wanna." But he didn't look uncertain at all, just very...Kevin, who thought he knew everything or could make everything go his way.
Brian just stared, basketball rolling away into the street. "No joke?"
"No more dares," Kevin said with a grin. "Okay, one more. Dare you to kiss me while Grandma is on the porch glaring at us."
"Is she behind us?"
"Oh, yes. Glare is at danger levels."
Brian grabbed Kevin by the shoulders, hauled him close, and kissed him soundly enough they were going to make Grandma hoarse from screeching.
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Date: 2006-02-13 02:43 am (UTC)Neighbor Kevin, who wore ragged jeans and faded t-shirts, flip-flops even when it snowed unless Brian's grandmother got to him first. Whose light brown hair was always messy, face always wearing that goofy grin and blue eyes that took on a certain glint when he was about to say or do something guaranteed to drive Brian insane. He didn't like this Kevin in khakis and polo and loafers.
*hearts* Awesome description. *hearts*
*tackle glomps*