bitter-sweet symphony - [pelvis]

[elvis joseph hamleton]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #331E13; border-right: 3px solid #331E13;] too many dreamers, LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST

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Elvis wasn't a busy guy as much as he was just easily occupied. Sure there were classes to go to and he had things with the theatre that took his attention away. But for the most part, he liked to keep up with his friends. Make sure that he had hung out with them recently. It had occurred to Elvis though, that since he and Teddy had started getting....closer, that was the right word for it, well, he had been neglecting his friends. Which, really was not okay in the book of the Hamleton boy. When he went down the list of friends in his head the first one that he came to was Peter. Oh Peter, the good little Catholic boy. Though, if one were to ask Elvis he would say that he had more than a couple things that he was hiding from the world. And maybe he wasn't such a good Catholic boy.

It was in that moment that Elvis realized that he seemed to be around a lot of Catholic boys who weren't so good. He had a feeling that something was going on between Jason and Peter, had for a while really. And those two were supposed to be like the poster boys for the church or some shit like that. Then there was Teddy, who really had strayed from it more than the other two as far as he could tell. Though it all came down to one thing, no matter if they were gay or not or what the fuck ever, seemed that none of the three Catholic boys he knew were any kind of ready to just let the world know that they were indeed, into boys. Because boys were hot. Elvis, he didn't give a fuck. It wasn't like he had any parents to disown him or anyone to let down. So, he was going to be true to himself, like he'd always been. As was the attitude of Elvis.

If there was one thing that Elvis knew he needed to do before going to see Peter it was he needed to make some cupcakes. Elvis and Peter usually could talk each other's ears off for hours, which meant, that food was needed. And Elvis had a particular love for cupcakes that no man in his right mind should have if he were to be honest. So, he made some fucking cupcakes, and then frosted them, before packing up his cupcakes and the rest of his shirt for visiting Peter time which included a few music sheets and a cd or two, then some gatorade for Jason because Elvis had this thing about poking fun at the football player. Maybe it was because Jason was so stressed all the time and he just felt the need to get the guy to chill him out. He'd considered more than once bringing over some special cupcakes, but he was pretty sure that Peter might end up beating him if he did that. Not that the thought hadn't crossed his mind more than once.

There would be no special cupcakes that day, though, just delicious ones. With a skip in his step Elvis made his way towards Peter's dorm room part of him wondering if Jason was going to be there or not. He had this feeling that Jason didn't really like him, not that he much minded, but still, no one liked being disliked. He knew that if he just kept feeding him cupcakes he'd end up liking him. Bitches loved cupcakes. With a quick little rhythmic knock to the door he sing-songed Peter's name into the door.

TAGGED: RENEE/PETER WORD COUNT: IDGAF NOTES: LALALALALA

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[peter geoffrey ashton]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ] we whisper words when we're alone at night OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED FOR KIT/ELVIS PELVIS~ maybe peter had been neglecting his friends. there was a possibility that between the musical and jason and then of course the fact that he was doing the musical with jason and that kept him locked in their dorm more than usual playing make-up games of "baseball", he hadn't really had much time for his friends. hell, even his friends who were in the cast didn't get to see much with him outside of rehearsals seeing as they all made jason a little uncomfortable and he felt it was his duty to make jason feel better whenever he was feeling out of his element and his brand of making things feel better wasn't exactly something they could yet do in front of people - not that he wouldn't have wandered off even if jason was being out in the open about them seeing as those private moments with jason that he spent curled up in his arms would just be so much less personal if people got to see them all the time. no he preferred kissing his boyfriend's anxiety away in privacy, thank you very much, and because of that, he just...wasn't around people as much. he was sure that they were bound to notice, though, so more and more, he was trying to ween himself away from spending all his free time with jason and had locked himself in their dorm to make up for it online. which wasn't the best solution if he was being honest. he probably should have gone out and actually been with people, but the fact of the matter was that jason could really return at any time. peter knew that he liked to rehearse certain songs on his own without having him around and that was understandable as peter really didn't like to do any of his songs in jason's presence, and then there was football practice and all of his music and everything else that liked to keep him from his boyfriend. and he didn't want to miss it if jason rushed into the dorm when he found a spare moment because honestly, over the past few days he'd been trying harder to be there whenever jase needed him for a few reasons. the first being that the musical was a lot more emotionally trying than he had originally anticipated and the second being that since jason put a ring on his finger, peter had begun to feel bad about all the times that he missed him. not that it was an engagement, though peter guessed it was probably the closest thing he would ever get to one at this rate. it was just a little promise ring, something he'd been telling people he'd received from his grandmother seeing as she'd just remembered that he had turned twenty-one last june, an old family relic that had once belonged to his grandfather but hadn't been passed on to his father as his dad claimed he didn't wear jewelry. it had been working so far, and if anyone noticed that jason had recently acquired a similar-looking old family relic...well they hadn't yet said anything. and it made jason feel more secure. peter knew it did with how their relationship had been going as of late and even if it was a little dangerous to be off wearing jewelry, no one really asked questions after he told them it had belonged to his grandfather. as if family heirlooms were really just that sacred. so long story short, he'd been hanging out in the dorm all day, not even bothering to put on a shirt after the night they'd had. he didn't have any lectures until later that night, and even then it wasn't anything too important. nothing for him to get all fussy about his appearance over that was certain and he found he liked not having the responsibility of finding matching clothes if he wasn't going to leave. however, he was about to find that his plans for lounging around were ruined when he heard a knock on the door and someone saying his name. well not just any someone. that was a certain someone who said his name in a certain sing-song way that made him smile in a certain way, though not the same way he smiled when it was jason of course. just a friend he had been neglecting lately, though to be fair, he hadn't seen a lot of elvis either. and then he had just decided to show up. right on cue. he smiled to himself and called out a quick, "just a minute!" before saying a few goodbyes to some friends he was chatting with, closing his laptop, and grabbing the nearest shirt - one of jason's, though if he was being honest, the bagginess of it better suited him. he didn't much like when people could see how tiny he was through the thin nature of his own clothes. fully clothed and comfortable enough to open the door for his friend, he rose and grabbed the door knob, smiling brightly when he opened his door and found that his friend had brought cupcakes. "elllvisss," he sang right back, grinning brightly at his friend, "hey dude, come on in." normally, he probably would have jumped on him or hugged him or gotten on his knees in despair wondering where his friend had got to over these past weeks but seeing as he came bearing great gifts of cupcakes, he refrained. he instead just stood back to let his friend into the room. i want to hear them in the morning light

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[elvis joseph hamleton]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #331E13; border-right: 3px solid #331E13;] too many dreamers, LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST

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Having not seen Peter for a while he supposed that meant that there was going to be a lot of catching up for the two boys to do. They were both working on different productions, they were both doing different things, hanging out with their perspective boys, because if anyone tried to tell Elvis that there was nothing going on between Jason and Peter he would laugh in their face. Then he himself had things going on with Teddy which he was DYING to tell Peter about. Well, Peter and any other human being who was ready to hear him babble on and on about his roommate and now lover. Elvis was a very happy boy. He was happy with everything that was going on in his life, and he couldn't just keep all the happiness to himself. He'd have to tell Peter. And then they could be happy and eat cupcakes, because, bitches love cupcakes. All of them. Especially Peter who could earn to gain a few pounds on his small frame.

Elvis was about to break down the door as he just stood there and waited for Peter to answer the door. What was he doing in there? Didn't he know that Elvis was there waiting to have some pelvis time, and that was not meant in any sexual sort of way. It was just how their two named mushed together and both of them found the endless humor in such a thing. Enough so that they referred to their friendship as Pelvis when anyone asked. But that was beside the point. What was the point was there he was standing with cupcakes and he had already sang into the door and there was no reason for him to take that long. Even after he heard him call to the door.

A small pout was formed on his lips and he was seconds away from just opening the door masturbation rituals being walked in on be damned, but then the door opened and the pout was quickly turned into a bright smile that took over his whole face. "Took you long enough. I know you gotta play shake the sheriff when you think of me but jesus I could've done it for you and taken less time," he spoke teasingly before going into the dorm room and looking around. No Jason. Which was good either way he supposed. He didn't dislike Jason but he had a feeling that the other boy wasn't his biggest fan. Plus every time that he brought up anything that might be gay when Jason was in the room he got all kinds of uncomfortable. Just more proof in Elvis' mind that there was something go on there. But that was beside the point right then.

"It occurred to me while I was baking cupcakes in my easy bake oven," he mused a bit setting them down on the desk and taking one of them. "that it had been quite some time since I'd seen my good friend the profit Peter. And I was like hallelujah praise the LORD, I know where to find that son of a bitch. Soooo, I'm here," he stated then plopped down in the chair taking a bite of cupcakes. "With cupcakes. Because you're a bitch, and by that, you love cupcakes," he teased and gave him another cheeky smile before enjoying another bite. "So," he started before swallowing the second bite. "What the fuck have you been up to besides avoiding me and breaking my heart?" he questioned before those hazel eyes of his looked Peter up and down noticing the ring on his finger. One of those defined brows shot right the fuck up to his hairline. "Getting engaged apparently. It's like you want me to die of heartbreak Petey."

TAGGED: RENEE/PETER WORD COUNT: IDGAF NOTES: LALALALALA

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[peter geoffrey ashton]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ] we whisper words when we're alone at night OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED FOR KIT/ELVIS PELVIS~ elvis immediately started chatting the second peter invited him in and honestly, he loved that. it was one of the things about his friend that he just honestly adored. it was never boring. it was never quiet, either, which some might thing was a big problem, especially since half the time that was all peter was - quiet, drifting off into his own little world for hours at a time and then coming back down with some oddly fitting speculation about life mixed with a few words of complete and utter nonsense that made sense to no one but him and the many imaginary characters that helped play out the scenarios in his head. some might find them an odd fit for friends, with pete being the way that he was and elvis being...well elvis and very much opposite of pete when it come to moral and religious standing. but he digressed. he loved elvis and together, they made pelvis, and if people wanted to complain about it then they could kiss his cute little rear end because the fact of the matter was that no one else in the world could make up pelvis and that, my friends, is why it would have been a tragedy had the pair never met. because peter needed people like elvis. he loved jason and he didn't mind jason's friends and the people they attended church with but he had to get real. jason just wasn't...he wasn't too big on being silly. he could do it; peter knew that he could do it. it was just...he didn't bake cupcakes and insist that peter had to love them because he was a bitch and bitches loved cupcakes. in fact, jason would probably be surprised at the notion of calling peter a little bitch in an affectionate manner, simply because it just wasn't who he was. and peter wasn't going to complain. he loved his roommate/best friend/fiance more than words could say. it was just...he needed friends like him. friends who would play off of his weird stories and ask "so where did you go this time, petey?" instead of just laughing and shaking their heads like he was just an adorable child. he needed people who understood that life...it wasn't so serious. he just needed a little bit of fun that didn't come in the form of sex and running lines. and that was where elvis came into play. peter happily grabbed a cupcake and began to stuff it into his mouth as elvis spoke. he just shrugged off his masturbation quip - he had long since learned that anything he said in retaliation would just be used against him in the elvis court of hamleton law and that was honestly the last thing he needed, especially since telling the guy "sorry, i wasn't wearing any clothes" was not going to be doing him any favors. besides that would draw attention to his wardrobe and peter didn't want that. elvis made enough quips about him and jason to make him uncomfortable with reminding his friend that he had a roommate at all. he didn't need him noticing the small things like that peter never wore shirts like what he was wearing then and there or that he had a pretty little ring on his finger that was definitely not there the last time the pair saw one another. however, it seemed that elvis didn't need him to point that out. he nearly choked on his cupcake at the engagement comment, coughing and setting down the rest of the delectable treat as he tried to get his composure back. "dude no," he said, voice strained as he coughed again to get the sugary treat to go one way or another so he could talk. "not even...grandpa ashton is turning in his fucking grave, man, don't say stuff like that." which maybe the vulgarity was poorly placed but hey, god never said anything about vulgarities and he was old enough now to make his own decisions when it came to his vocabulary. besides, something about being around elvis always just brought out the worst in his comments. it was probably because he had to keep all of those contained whenever elvis wasn't around so when he finally was, they just all came pouring out. "it belonged to him or something. grandma sent it the other day; senile old bat finally remembered i was twenty-one and told me he wanted me to have it. represents purity or something." he rolled his eyes. "other than that lovely family blessing, though, i've mainly been busy. the musical and shit. you know how i dive into projects." he picked his cupcake back up and decided to dive back in. "how about you, though? you're equally as guilty of breaking my heart, you know." i want to hear them in the morning light

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[elvis joseph hamleton]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #331E13; border-right: 3px solid #331E13;] too many dreamers, LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST

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elvis was just one of those guys that had a stupid amount of friends. that's what happened when you were a theatre nerd. it really was. because they all kind of hung out together. your cast mates soon became your best friends, and man all the inside jokes that could come from being in a show with someone. it was endless, it really was. and it was great. and elvis loved every part of the major that he had chosen. when he was on stage it was like the world was right and he never stopped having fun. because, that's just how it was. and that was how he met peter. sure a lot of people stopped hanging out once they weren't in a show together. you just, didn't have to spend time with them anymore. but peter, naw, he was the kind of person that he just loved to be around. because peter was funny. and peter didn't seem to let loose as much as he should. and at this point in his life elvis had become a master at just letting lose and having a good time. so, why not extend that to peter.

also, peter always loved his cupcakes. and lord save the both of them the day that elvis accidentally brought over some special cupcakes instead of the good ol' regular ones. though, the brit had a feeling that peter would be some kind of hilarious if he was stoned. as long as his roommate didn't come home and see them both laughing at nothing because lord knew that jason kid could bitch face like there was no tomorrow. and elvis didn't want to be the cause of that. at the thought of accidentally bringing the wrong cupcakes though, his eyes darted over to the ones on the place just to make sure. no, they were regular cupcakes, at least, he was pretty sure that they were. shaking his head slightly he turned his attention back to his friend.

a brow rose at his reaction though. he was pretty good at reading people, and the reaction, it just, it wasn't a normal one. which caused his attention to roam over his form. that wasn't peter's shirt. peter didn't wear shirts like that. at least he hadn't for as long as elvis had known him, and it just, it wasn't quite fitting. brows knitted as they narrowed on his friend's face with a gleam in those hazels that said so much more about what he was thinking that the words that were going to come from his lips. because, well, that family story, he didn't quite believe that. how could he believe that. he knew far too much about little shit, little ques. maybe he should be a detective. the man shook that thought away though, when the question was turned on himself.

"oh well, i've been spending a lot of time with teddy if you know what i mean," he said with a brow wiggle and a light chuckle. "seems he isn't such a good catholic boy after all. and i am sooooooooooo not complaining. i guess, he's kind of my boyfriend. i mean, i haven't been sleeping with anyone else. which is certainly saying something. but, we haven't made anything official. but i like him. like, i like like him. and he's so damn cute. and randomly aggressive, which is really hot." the man plopped down in peter's computer chair and started spinning around after grabbing a cupcake and taking a bite.

he then stopped and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "so, peter, why don't you stop feeding me bullshit. it isn't very tasty. that ring, is a claddagh ring. doesn't mean purity, it has two different meanings. and the one that yours is telling me, is that your taken. and the fact that you're wearing it on your ring finger, is telling me that it's more than just a relationship. that shit looks serious. so, come on, gimme the decency of telling me the truth. i'm starting to think that you don't trust or love me. breakin my heart all over again man."

TAGGED: RENEE/PETER WORD COUNT: IDGAF NOTES: LALALALALA

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[peter geoffrey ashton]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ] we whisper words when we're alone at night OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED FOR KIT/ELVIS PELVIS~ peter wasn't sure how to respond to elvis's little story about his roommate. on one hand, he was happy for his friend. really happy. he had seen elvis go through a lot of people and while it was enough to make his skin crawl, he could honestly say that about the majority of any drama department he had ever been a part of. they were all rather touchy people and honestly, finding people like him in those crowds was stranger than finding somebody like elvis. he was happy to see that his friend had found somebody, somebody who was making him happy and who was able to get him to settle down and call him his boyfriend. however it was the way that elvis worded it mixed with the fact that peter was supposed to be disgusted by homosexuality that made him unsure of how to even respond to what elvis was saying. because he'd never been put in that situation before. normally he could wrinkle his nose and tell his friends to fuck off when they started going off about the men they had hooked up with because he just didn't want to hear about their latest conquests when it was one thing in his religion that he had never even considered turning his back on (he figured jason didn't count considering...well, they were forever and forever was as good as marriage, right? even better since forever didn't end 50% of the time). so he was able to just walk off with the pretense that he was just a good little catholic boy who didn't want to hear it all of the goddamn time. but he had never been faced with his friends actually being in a relationship with someone of the same sex. what was the appropriate response to that? what face did peter have to put on this time? he didn't know. he just sat there and gaped at his friend for a second, looking rather uncomfortable as he tried to figure out what the response here was. but he figured that genuine awkwardness was probably a good thing. it wouldn't lead elvis to believe he was just lying...again. it would add to the illusion that he just was weirded out by the very idea of two men. he always managed to look uncomfortable when homosexuality was brought up even if just because he was getting nervous that people were catching onto him. he figured this was good. this was the reaction that he needed. finally though he decided he had to stop just gaping at the guy and talk. so he managed out, "i'm uhm...i'm...happy for you." he furrowed his brow. "i think. even if his priest is going to fucking die during confession." and thus it was back to levity. no need to comment on the relationship. no need to mention anything about gays. but then elvis was leaning forward and spouting off about the ring and peter's eyes widened in surprise. fuck. no, he had not anticipated being confronted like this by someone who knew one hundred percent that peter hadn't had time for any ladies that the pair of them didn't share a mutual acquaintance with due to all the time he had invested in the musical. he had not anticipated someone like elvis coming up and telling him exactly what that ring meant and jumping to conclusions as quickly as he did. he quickly distorted his surprised look into one of confusion. maybe he could play it off that he just didn't know what the ring meant in the first place. it was all circumstantial and the ring finger was just to keep away people while he was focused on bigger things. yeah. that was a bullshit story, yes, but if he distracted elvis at the same time, he had a feeling he could get him to drop it. it was just going to take a careful selection of words. "what?" he asked, tone slightly incredulous. "how the hell is a ring supposed to tell someone whether or not someone else is taken?" he looked down at the ring on his finger as though searching it for hidden messages. "dude, seriously, it was just a family heirloom thing. only reason it's on my ring finger is because i'm in a project right now. you know i can't afford to have distractions." he shook his head letting out a small chuckle. "always the drama queen, aren't ya elvis? sorry to break it to you but there is no secret lover. our lives do not belong on lifetime television." and there it was. just as long as elvis really didn't push the issue he should be able to play it off like it was nothing. he had honestly never been happier to have his friends be over-dramatic little shits before in his life. i want to hear them in the morning light

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[jason elijah rowe]

It had been a very long day for one Jason Elijah Rowe. The day had started off early as always with a workout for football, then there had been a music theory test to get done, which with everything else going on he really hadn't studied as much for as he should have. Thankfully he knew most of these things from years of working with his music and he hadn't needed much studying to do decently well at the very least. Well he thought he'd done alright, he'd answered everything and he was almost completely sure his answers had been correct. At least something was going his way today, which was more than he could say about his test the day before that had just gone completely to hell because he'd fallen asleep ten minutes in and woken up right before the time was up. Really he needed to get himself together or he wasn't going to do well at anything. He knew Lydia had been right about that, if he didn't slow down soon and at least take a weekend off, he'd not be of much use to anyone and least of all to Peter.

Peter, the one light in all of the things going on in his life lately. A glance down at his hand made him spot the ring and a smile spread across his features. No one could ever bring a smile to his lips quite as easily as Peter could, well even just the thought of Peter. Slowly he made the ring spin around his finger before letting go and running his hand through his hair. He was going to have to work on the play and the two songs he needed to practice were absolute murder. A sigh left his lips as he slipped into an empty classroom and placed his backpack on a table. There was no need for him to pull out the script anymore though, he already knew the lines by heart because he'd been practicing almost every waken moment lately. The play seemed to consume him, but he was convinced that he needed to get the play right, because if he played his role well at least he could shrug off whatever tears he ended up having over it to being in character.

As he started humming to warm up his voice he clenched his fists for a moment, even just humming these two last songs really just killed him. Absolution and No voice. The two songs were so sad, and so hard to sing without falling apart. This practice session turned out to be no different than his previous ones and he seemed to get completely lost in the moment, before he knew it he was covered in tears, his eyes red and puffy. After going through both songs a few times he just had to finish up because his voice refused to carry anymore. For a while he sat in the window, staring out at the school grounds as he tried to pull himself together. Suddenly he had a desperate need to go find Peter and at the very least cuddle for a while. On the days where he practiced these songs, the only one who seemed to be able to calm him down was Peter and so it was natural for him to instantly think of the guy.

After what seemed like a little bit of an eternity, he slowly pulled himself to his feet and headed over to his backpack, pulling out a few crackers that he'd started keeping in there as a habit, and munching on them slowly, taking a sip of water from a bottle he found next to said packet of crackers. Once he was satisfied that his stomach wasn't going to start acting up, he packed everything away and closed the backpack. Tossing the thing onto one shoulder he headed out the door towards their dorm. It didn't even occur to him that Peter might not be alone, not that it would be all that strange if he wasn't, but lately he'd usually found Peter alone in their room whenever he got back in for the night. This fact suited him well most days because he needed and craved the company of his fiance more than ever since they'd put those rings on their fingers making it sort of official even if other people weren't being told about it.

His eyes were still red and slightly puffy as he pushed the door open to the room and headed straight for the desk on his side of the room to place his backpack away. For the moment he had failed to even look up and had yet to spot Elvis in the room. "Hey, I know I'm kind of late, I was practicing some lines" he said, then turned to move over to Peter and to pull him into his arms only to freeze in his tracks as he spotted Elvis. Oh great, this was just what he needed right now, especially since he had the feeling Elvis didn't like him much. "Hey Elvis" he said, turning back to walk to his desk chair and take a seat instead of going to the place he'd wanted to go. Into Peter's arms, he looked everywhere other than at Elvis, not really wanting the guy to notice what he knew his eyes to look like. It wasn't something he liked the world to see at the best of times. Idly his hand went to play with his own ring, not thinking about it much.