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Post by jason allen wilson on Dec 22, 2011 23:48:00 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby  so much hate for the ones we love TAG: HAZEL/LEAF OUTFIT: HERE only the shirt's buttoned ONE LAST THING: I'M JUST REALLY EXCITED THAT'S ALL. also i kept it simple so it wasn't much of a powerplay so i hope you don't mind and yeah lkajdfa.
kendall was socializing again. honestly, had she no concern for anyone else's well-being?
jason was not having a good day. between how his classes had went (poorly), how he reacted to the people trying to talk to him that day (also poorly), and the fact that he was completely dissatisfied with his latest paper on bipolar personality disorder (written poorly), it just wasn't exactly a great time to be jason wilson. not that it was ever a good time to be jason wilson anymore with all of the confusion and the obsessive calls from both of his siblings and the fact that he now shared a bedroom with jagger whenever he managed to make it home and past the couch. lately things just hadn't exactly been going his way, and on top of things, it felt like kendall almost always had someone over nowadays. like she couldn't go one day without socializing with someone who wasn't a patient or family of a patient or a fellow intern or she would explode from pure work exhaustion. right. all jason knew was that it kept him holed up in his room most of the time, counting the minutes until he heard the front door open and dared to venture out into the living room again.
it wasn't that he didn't like any of kendall's friends. on the contrary, oftentimes they got along even if they treated him with the same patronizing maternal feel that everybody else in his life treated him with. they were...nice to say the least; some were a bit creepy, but it happened. most of the time, though, they were also loud if not obnoxious, and they gave him headaches that blinded him with their strength. there was not enough ibuprofen in the world to make him venture out into the living room while his sister was socializing with certain beings, and it was hard sometimes to know if it was safe to leave his room. sometimes if he left and the wrong person was out there, he found himself dragged onto the couch and left there to die with someone petting his hair and going on and on and on and on about how busy their day has been and all the people they encountered at work. his equivalence to pure hell.
he wasn't sure who was out there today - there wasn't a lot of screams so it couldn't be anyone too bad, and jagger hadn't come stomping moodily into the room so it obviously wasn't someone he strongly disliked either. then again, jason wasn't sure if jagger was even home. he had come home, finished his paper, showered, and then sulked back into his room when he heard voices in the living room. his older brother could still be at work or out with friends for all he knew. he listened closely at his door. whoever kendall was with, they were male. male and not loud and obviously not noah or devan because they tended to be louder than normal. and they both also tended to burst into his room to see if he was there. he bit his lip. should he venture out? socializing wouldn't kill him after all. it might even help as his head wasn't a place he really wanted to be in any longer than he had to anymore. he looked around his room. he had been there all day.
he left the room slowly. almost cautiously, like he was afraid an alarm would go off if he moved too quickly. he ventured down the hall and ducked his head into the living room. no one. whoever kendall was there with must have moved to the kitchen or bathroom or something. he let out a breath. good. he could at least settle down on the couch for a while and if they stumbled upon him, great - he had the television to pay attention to if he wanted to ignore them. he walked to the couch and settled down on the cushions, a small smile playing across his lips as he turned the tv on and the volume down. he never needed it on ridiculously loud like his siblings; he liked most things in his life to be quiet. he did keep one ear listening for other sounds in the house. if kendall or her friend did show up, he didn't want to be got unawares.
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Post by leyton on Dec 23, 2011 7:48:19 GMT -5
l a t e n i g h t s e x s m o k i n ' cigarettes i try real hard but i
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As soon as he was inside her house he went straight over to the sofa and stretched his legs out. It had been a long day for him because he had, for some stupid reason, chosen to work extra hours. It wasn't usually that busy at the coffee shop, but it had been raining pretty hard throughout the day, so people were heading in for shelter. He really hated it when it was busy, because it meant that he had a lot of annoying people to talk to and a lot of orders to keep on top of. Even so, it was the only money that he could get his hands on, so he wasn't about to complain. He planned on staying there until he could find a better-paid job, and then maybe he'd be able to afford a decent house.
Conversation was not running dry. It hardly ever did. Whether that was because he had such entertaining friends, or because he was good at making conversation, he didn't know, but it was less likely to be the latter. What ended their conversation was Leaf insisting on getting some food. He had quite suddenly realized just how hungry he was. After all, he hadn't had a chance to eat all day as he hadn't taken his break at work; not a good idea.
Heading out of the living room and into the kitchen, he began his raid of Kendall and her siblings' cupboards. It was a much nicer and bigger kitchen than his own. It was also much tidier and better-kept. He found himself stumbling upon a lot more food that was a lot less out of date than his own. He grabbed a bag of chips and an apple, not bothering to ask anyone if he could help himself to their food. If it was his own house he wouldn't care, so why should anybody care here?
He stalked back off to the living room unaccompanied, and was mildly surprised to see Jason sitting there watching tv. He hardly ever showed his face when Leaf was around. Leaf got the impression that he didn't want to talk to him most of the time. Hoping that his presence wasn't a bad sign, he sat on the couch again in the same, relaxed position as before and tore open the chips. He stared at the tv for a while, wondering if Jason could actually comfortably hear it, since he was having to strain his ears a little.
"What's up?" he said, popping a few chips into his mouth. "Have I gone deaf or do you just have the tv on a really low volume?" He chuckled softly, looking over at Jason, who didn't look nearly as comfortable as Leaf did. Maybe he was looking too far into his body language. He was usually wrong about things like that anyway. Judging character wasn't something that Leaf was remotely good at. Things usually ended badly because of that, and more often than not, he'd go up to the most homophobic, manly guy around and get a punch in the face after trying to hug him. Still, Jason didn't look as though he was ready to pounce, so it was probably safe to start conversation with him.
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Post by jason allen wilson on Dec 23, 2011 9:53:20 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: HAZEL/LEAF OUTFIT: HERE only the shirt's buttoned ONE LAST THING: hush, love, your post was perfect. excuse this, though. jason someone who needs easing into things so i figured we'd start slow, hm? sorry if it sucks, though, i don't know what my brain's running on at this hour.
his ears perked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, and jason found himself feeling much like a housepet rather than resident as he turned in time to see leaf walking into the room. his eyebrows rose and he gave him a small wave in greeting as his heart pounded in his chest, the usual reaction when someone cute or of the opposite sex or of the same sex or breathing came walking into the room. he took in the food in the other man's hands, wondering if maybe he should leave the room and prepare something to eat and give leaf his privacy. but after a split second of judgment he decided he didn't have to. of all of kendall's friends, leaf was near the top of the very short list of people that he actually liked to be around. he didn't seem to mind jason just sort of lurking in the background, and the youngest wilson never felt excluded or too pressured into conversation if he happened to be dragged down by his sister when he ventured out of the bat cave. he had never actually been alone with the guy before but it was bound to happen eventually; he couldn't just run and hide every time someone who intimidated him walked into a room or he'd constantly be on the move. so he decided that for the time being, he'd stay put and just focus on the screen in front of him.
for a few minutes, it seemed like he was going to be able to do just that, too. just sit and focus and watch tv and no longer have to worry about one of kendall's more excitable friends coming into the room and jumping on him which had happened far more often he was comfortable with, especially when they had horribly good aim and usually ended on his lap. no for a moment he could just....relax, get his heart rate down, and stop thinking murderous thoughts about his sister to watch something that was on about the chernobyl nuclear explosion in peace. but then he heard some rustling next to him and again could feel his heart rate pick back up as leaf's voice also reached his ears. "what's up?" a simple, non-assuming question. nothing to get worked up about. people asked it to one another - and to him - all the time. but then why did he still feel so nervous? "have i gone deaf or do you just have the tv on a really low volume?" also not a hard question. but his pulse was still going ten miles a minute anyway.
leaf sort of did that. more than others. it always took longer for jason to get comfortable, always took more time for his heart to start beating at a normal speed. he wasn't sure why. maybe it was just how sure the guy was of himself, something that jason never had. anyone who knew leaf knew that he was gay and he didn't care. and he was just so certain in it, like it was a fact he was born knowing. and that was a comfortable thing that jason never had. he didn't have the luxury of 'gay' being an option because he figured kendall was sort of in that direction and he did like some girls so whatever he must be feeling must a fluke. but maybe it wasn't. maybe it was something deeper than that that he just never felt before, and the idea of that confused him and made him uneasy, and it was probably leaf's sureness about the same topic that made him a little more uneasy around the older man even if he was one of the people jason could tolerate for a lot longer than anyone else. however it was still no reason for those simple questions to set his heart rate off the charts. pull yourself together, jase. he's not going to bite.
"it's on uh...it's just on quietly," he said, wincing slightly at the stumble in his words and turning to look at leaf (mistake, his pulse told him as it quickened) after the words were out of his mouth. "sorry. i guess i just...well i can hear it. it's usually on too loud anyway." he wanted to go into an explanation about how leaf's ears would adjust if he watched long enough, how his ears would automatically want to pick up the sounds it was hearing and make sense of them so they'd grow accustomed to the quieter, smaller sounds and how it would from there make the pair of them quieter in conversation as well. but that was a fact that leaf honestly didn't need to know and he had said enough to potentially embarrass himself as it were so he didn't. he did, though, give him the smallest of smiles as if to say he didn't take offense to the question and then gestured toward the remote next to him and said, "i-i can turn it up if you want. you know. if it's bothering you." which wasn't much of a progress in conversation but it was a start.
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Post by leyton on Dec 23, 2011 10:35:39 GMT -5
n o w i n a h e a r t b e a t i w o u l d do it all again now i see that you and me were
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Post by jason allen wilson on Dec 23, 2011 11:05:43 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: HAZEL/LEAF OUTFIT: HERE only the shirt's buttoned ONE LAST THING: haha okay now we're getting somewhere (; well sort of.
why couldn't he have acquired some of kendall's social skill? honestly, it seemed that she was the only person in their family who really knew how to act around people anymore, which was more than a little sad as kendall was as batshit insane as they came and she still managed to have more of a social life than either one of her brothers. she still managed to make people like her even if she'd done some really unlikable things in the past and jason, who had never done anything to wrong a person before in his life, couldn't understand how she could still be so comfortable with herself when around others who would judge her when he didn't even like sitting at the dinner table with his own family because he felt they were patronizing him. it was like any semblance of social ability all went to the first born child in their family and skipped over the two boys. any remaining power went into jagger, who used such an ability to do exactly what he knew people would hate to make them leave him alone, and then that just left jason. jason who it took ages to get a decent conversation out of. he honestly didn't know how he and his siblings were related sometimes.
he felt bad, though, sitting there in relative silence while leaf sat in basically the same way. after all, he hadn't been out there first - he had distinctly heard voices conversing. on that note, he did glance at the door wondering where in the hell kendall could have gotten off to when he realized that she probably actually could have even left. it wouldn't be the first time. she left that noah kid in their house with him all the time, which was more than a little troubling as every time he talked to jason, the younger man got the feeling that he was being sized up like a pig for slaughter though noah's definition of 'stuck pig' probably wasn't the same as it was in real life. he found himself suddenly wishing that she'd come back and whisk leaf away or tell jason to beat it so that he didn't have to feel so bad for being a stopper in what had probably been a good conversational pace for leaf to be at.
but kenny was no knight in shining armor try as she did, and it was just his luck that she didn't make her reappearance. he glanced over at leaf. he supposed it wasn't too bad. it would be nice to have a little decent conversation. maybe he could even work himself up to ask leaf about more....well personal things. it wasn't like jason to pry at all, but he had never had the chance to talk to an open homosexual about how they came to know how they were. well at least he'd never had the chance with an open homosexual who didn't scare the shit out of him. he could always get around to finally asking his questions now that he was sure his siblings were either occupied or out of the house. getting some answers, maybe even opening himself up a little bit which he rarely did. leaf started talking again and jason nodded absentmindedly, a little lost in the idea that he could actually talk about something important for the first time, offering another smile when he heard a chuckle. he wasn't sure exactly what leaf had said but a smile was always polite anyway.
but then there was some shuffling and when jason broke out of his thoughts, leaf was saying something about leaving and was straightening himself out as if preparing to go. this sent another wave of panic through jason. really? the guy couldn't go now! he had just decided to actually try to get a conversation out of him. besides, he couldn't kick a guest out of the living room without ever having actually told him to leave; it was ruder than if he had barged in like jagger demanding everyone left the room so he could watch something without the disturbance of morons in real life. he had to say something. "no, please," he started, which sounded a bit like pleading to him and he wasn't sure why he would be pleading at this point. realizing this, he flushed, but he got the words started so he couldn't stop now. "you don't...have to go. if you don't want." he cast his eyes down to the couch cushion, picking at the fabric, before looking back up at his sister's friend. "i uhm...i wanted to talk to you about....something...anyway."
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Post by leyton on Dec 23, 2011 11:46:26 GMT -5
n o w i'm l o s t s o m e w h e r e l o s t between elvis and suicide ever since the
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"No, please." Leaf raised an eyebrow. He was truly shocked that Jason wanted him to stay. He had genuinely thought that he wanted him to leave. It wasn't as though it was even a polite "No, you can stay," it sort of sounded like begging or pleading. That wasn't a problem. In fact, it strangely made Leaf feel a little more wanted, and considerably more comfortable sitting there in the living room with Jason. "You don't...have to go. If you don't want." And it now seemed as though he was trying to rectify what he'd said before in making it sound less like a plea, and more like a casual statement. It was a little too late for him to go back on what he said now.
Leaf sat back down again, shrugging, and began with his habit of biting his nails, which were currently painted black. The nail varnish had chipped quite considerably, since it had been applied at least a week before, and he'd been spending his days washing up mugs and chewing at them. He liked the way it looked when it was chipped better anyway. It made him look as though he didn't need to look perfect, and as though he didn't take that much time over his appearance, but maybe that was thinking too far into things. It was doubtful that anybody gave his choice in nail varnish a second thought.
"I uhm... I wanted to talk to you about... something... anyway."
Leaf was now even more surprised. What could he possibly want to talk to Leaf about, anyway? It wasn't as though he knew him very well, not compared to so many others. He surely didn't know very much about Leaf, unless he was a frequent eavesdropper. He tried not to let the surprise show on his face, and instead kept and casual, almost blank expression, and pretended to now be very interested in what was on the television.
"Oh," he said. "Oh, okay. Fine. Yeah. Well go ahead, I'm happy to talk about anything." He didn't look away from the television as he spoke, and and the feeling of comfort had now disappeared and been replaced with mild discomfort and pressure. He was worried that Jason would bring up something way too personal, or he'd start a conversation that Leaf knew nothing about. He was pretty certain that Jason was more intelligent than him, so the likelihood of that seemed high.
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Post by jason allen wilson on Dec 23, 2011 12:16:10 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: HAZEL/LEAF OUTFIT: HERE only the shirt's buttoned ONE LAST THING: ANDDDD it's out there now! haha
great, now he'd done it. jason felt his mouth go dry and attempted to wet his lips again with his tongue. he had made him stay; awesome. mission accomplished. but now he actually had to get the rest of what he wanted to talk about out of his mouth which was a much harder feat than getting leaf to stay. after all, politeness was something that came naturally to him. he could be polite to anyone, even people he didn't like or wasn't comfortable with. prying, though? asking questions that could be taken as a little too personal? that wasn't in his blood. that was something kendall did or something jagger took advantage of to make people uncomfortable. he would much rather try to take care of the aftermath of asking people those questions - bring them a drink or something to eat and ask if they're okay and if they just want to watch a movie or something to get their mind off of it. it wasn't like him at all to ask a question, especially something as bold as one about sexuality which he hadn't even discussed with his sister, queen of all fluid sexualities.
he bit down on his lip, finding that it had dried again in the few second pause he had taken. he had to say something or else leaf would just think he was trying to keep him there for some...unknown reason. and honestly what people could make up their minds to think of what his intentions are scared him more than telling them his true intentions and he tried to figure out exactly how to word this. after all, some people thought it a delicate subject and didn't like to touch upon it but there were some people who would talk about their sexualities until the cows came home and he had heard them do so quite openly in his presence, as if giving him some sort of hint. he wasn't sure which leaf was, though. he seemed open enough to talk and he had said that he'd talk about anything but one thing jason had found out about people is that they rarely meant anything when they said it. they usually meant anything they were comfortable with, which was actually a much more narrow path than most people realized. but he had to stop stalling he had to actually say something.
"uh..." yes. eloquently put. he bit his lip harder. what was the best way to word this without sounding like he was being nosy? "it's just...you know i do a lot of thinking..." like leaf cared. or like it mattered. he could feel himself getting nervous, could hear his heart pounding in his chest. for a second he wondered if even leaf could hear it, if he could sense jason's nervousness and feel his heart beat hard and fast through the couch cushions. the idea made his heart beat faster and he took a second to calm himself before speaking again. "it's just, if it's not too personal to ask..." okay he was getting there. slowly but surely. he just had to spit the words out, had to get it out there. it wasn't like being gay was anything to be ashamed of! so why on earth couldn't jason get the words out? "it's just...how did you know?" he paused for a beat before adding, "that you were...that you liked...other guys." there. it was out. it was painful and awkward and he felt afraid for a second that he had crossed a line in asking but at least it was out there, right?
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Post by leyton on Dec 23, 2011 13:06:05 GMT -5
i'v e g o t n o t h i n g l e f t t o l o s e after jesus and rock and roll couldn't save my
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"It's just...how did you know...? that you were... that you liked... other guys?"
Really? Was he really asking that? Damn, Jason certainly did like to surprised Leaf, didn't he. He thought it'd be something much worse than this. But no, he didn't mind talking about his sexuality at all. He wasn't one to constantly flaunt about the fact that he was gay, but he didn't see the point in hiding it, either. In all honesty, he didn't think that it mattered. There were those people that told people that they were gay, and made a huge fuss about it, as though it was a big deal. The only reason that people were homophobic was if you were afraid of it too. If you're completely confident with something, Leaf found, people didn't tend to care. A lot of people defined themselves as 'gay', but to Leaf, that wasn't at all who or what he was, it was just something that built up a very small part of him.
"Uh. I dunno," he began, wondering how much Jason actually cared, and how much he wanted to hear. He could give him a hugely long speech about it, or he could just summarize. "I just never thought about girls in that way. It's like I never gave them a second thought. I found guys hot, but girls were just pretty. I'm probably not much help..." He sighed heavily. "I guess when I really knew was when I met this guy called Marcus." |
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