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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 3, 2008 2:58:21 GMT -5
Hart found himself staring at Devyn as he pondered a reply, and that sort of scared sort of curious feeling burnt in his stomach the more he stared. Devyn replied, but Hart only really heard the pounding of blood in his ears as he blushed in reply to Devyn’s smile. He looked down, hair falling in his face, and picked paint from his nails again, not liking the way he felt every time he looked at Devyn or when he blushed for seemingly no reason. Why would he get embarrassed at Devyn smiling at him? But god that was the hottest smile he’d ever seen…Hart narrowed his eyes in irritation, how could he think that another guy was hot? It just wasn’t right. Biting his lip, he cringed back when Devyn blew smoke in his face, but tried not to show his displeasure. He smiled at Devyn’s excitement, and shrugged.
“Yeah, it was kind of cool,” he said, sounding a little blasé, but he thought that it was cool to be like that, so he might as well make an effort.
“You want to be a model? Cool. I don’t really know what I want to do…” he trailed off, his brow creased in thought. He glanced up, and saw Devyn looking at him, and he smiled nervously.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 3, 2008 7:37:56 GMT -5
Devyn stretched his legs out in front of him and he gazed at Hart. He noticed that Hart was blushing again, and he wondered what was up with him. Was it some condition he had, or was he embarrassed by everything? Rolling his eyes, he turned and inhaled. It had been almost two weeks since the last time he'd gotten high, and this was just what he needed. He couldn't help but wish that he was back in Los Angeles with his friends. They'd always had a good time when they hung out but here at Watson, Devyn didn't have that many friends, let alone friends who were into what he was into. Sighing, he turned back to Hart with a lazy smile.
"You'll probably be an artist of some sort.. And this is random, but why are you always blushing?" he asked, his eyes fluttering shut as he exhaled slowly. Devyn glanced quickly at Hart out of the corner of his eye, and shuffled closer to him, although it was barely noticeable. As he sat, he stared down at his joint. He became lost in thought as he tried to decide whether to make his move today, or if he should keep up the act. Would it be easier to get Hart if he thought they were friends, or would it be easier to go after it right then? He let out a frustrated grunt, and kicked his classmate's foot lightly.
"You wanna try?" Devyn held the joint out in front of him, offering it to Hart and hoping that he'd take it. He always felt overly giddy when he was able to get people to try new things.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 3, 2008 7:58:37 GMT -5
Hart yawned, moving his hand to cover his mouth discreetly. He always felt self conscious when he yawned. One time, he had been sitting next to this very loud mouthed girl and she had screamed ‘Oh my god, Hart! Your yawn is adorable!’ and the girls had spent the rest of the day pinching his cheeks and talking in a baby voice to him. He hated being treated like a child. Although, he didn’t exactly help himself by acting much younger than he was. He shrugged in reply to Devyn’s statement; he assumed that he would be a photographer or a painter or something, because that’s all he was really good at. The next question Devyn fired at him caught him off guard, and he bit his lip shyly.
“I’m not- I-... I dunno…” he mumbled, shrugging slightly, “I get shy,” he added, grinning sheepishly and running a hand through his hair. He glanced at Devyn, and could have sworn he had shuffled closer, but dismissed it as his paranoid imagination. Twining his fingers boredly as he waited for Devyn to say something, he wondered himself why he blushed all the time. Was he just easily embarrassed? But … He hadn’t done anything embarrassing whilst with Devyn, yet he’d blushed more than he usually did. Sighing, he decided it was just because he’d never talked properly to Devyn before, and he was feeling self conscious. He felt something touch his foot, and he jumped again, jolted from his thoughts.
“Uh? Wh-what?” he blurted out, snapping his head round to stare at Devyn. He felt tense, and took a deep breath, relaxing again.
“…Are you sure? I mean I don’t want to get my germs on it or anything…” he mumbled, making up excuses. He needed to stall giving a proper reply. Did he really want to try a cigarette? He didn’t even know if it was a cigarette. Biting his lip, he gazed nervously at Devyn, unsure of what to do. Raising his hand slowly, he hesitated, but then snatched his hand back again.
“I don’t know…” he said quietly, feeling stupid.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 3, 2008 12:55:21 GMT -5
Devyn stared at Hart with a blank expression covering his face. Shyness was something he was never able to grasp, as he himself had never been shy. He always felt like if people who were shy would just speak up, then they wouldn't be shy anymore. What he didn't realize was that it wasn't so easy for some.
"Don't be so shy. Then you won't blush," he muttered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Groaning, Devyn forced himself to stand up and leaned against the wall. He inhaled the toxic smoke and glanced down. There wasn't much left to his nicely made joint and he knew if he wanted to get Hart high, he'd better do it before he used it all on himself. Taking a few steps forward, he watched as his classmate contemplated taking the joint and leaned down, blowing the smoke in his face again. He shoved the joint in Harts face and smirked, wiggling it back and forth slightly.
"Babe, your germs are the least of my worries," he laughed, much harder than was necessary, "It's just one h - puff, you won't get addicted. I promise." he added, and raised an eyebrow, hoping he'd managed to convince Hart to just take one tiny hit.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 3, 2008 13:58:13 GMT -5
Hart laughed slightly, and twined his fingers together nervously. He didn’t know what to do.
“Well…It’s kind of hard if it’s like…How you were made? I dunno…” he frowned, shrugging. He really wished it was as easy as Devyn made it sound, but unfortunately things just didn’t work like that. If they did, life would be boring…or something like that. Watching Devyn as he stood up, locking eyes with him again. He looked away quickly before he could start blushing again, and it worked. Making a face when Devyn blew smoke in his face again, he was about to retort irritably when he found the cigarette waving right in his face. Did Devyn just call him babes? Hart narrowed his eyes, and glanced up at Devyn. Was he trying to call him chicken?
“Fine. I will,” he said grumpily, and grabbed Devyn’s wrist, pulling it forwards to draw on the joint. He felt the smoke burning his throat and lungs, and he resisted the urge to cough, filling his lungs to the brim. His eyes were watering from the over powering stench of smoke, and he reluctantly let go of Devyn’s wrist.
Slowly letting out his breath through his nose, he shivered slightly. It looked so alien, the wispy grey smoke curling from his nostrils. He felt slightly light-headed, and took another deep, relatively clean breath of air. He coughed, and coughed again. Pulling his legs to his body, he tried to smother his coughing fit, but it didn’t work. After a few more splutters, he slid his legs back out in front of him and rested his head on the wall.
“Um…Okay…” he sounded dazed, and slightly breathless from coughing. He wasn’t too sure weather it was really cool or utterly stupid. His hand still felt clammy where he’d touched Devyn. God he’d touched him. His smoky blue eyes were sort of dreamy, far away. Devyn was so cool…he turned his head to smile at Devyn.
“…It’s not a cigarette, is it?” he asked innocently, looking confused, “I mean…it didn’t have that orange bit on the end…” His brow creased in confusion as he tried to puzzle it out.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 3, 2008 16:37:06 GMT -5
Devyn froze when Hart grabbed his wrist, and he felt his stomach clench. It had been quite a while since he'd done anything with anyone, let alone have someone one touch him in any way. Pulling himself out of his daze, he straightened up as best he could, while Hart took a hit and he smirked, proud that he'd managed to get him to give in. It had been a lot easier than he'd expected. He just hoped that no one got angry that he'd 'tainted' him. Although he didn't know much about Hart, he knew he had an older brother and sister, and he didn't feel like taking shit from either of them. After a few moments he felt Harts hand let go of his wrist and he stood up, towering over his classmate.
Bringing the joint to his lips, Devyn finished it off quickly and pulled himself up so he was sitting on the counter. He closed his eyes, completely blissed out, when he heard Hart coughing. He opened his eyes to see him trying to hide his coughing fit behind his legs and started laughing. He knew it wasn't funny, but the scene brought back memories of the first time he'd smoked anything. He'd coughed for almost ten minutes straight. He gazed intently at the gorgeous boy before him and licked his lips quickly.
"Maybe. Would you rather it be a cigarette? Because if that's what you're more comfortable with, then yes, it was a cigarette," Devyn laughed again and hopped off the counter, moving toward Hart and dropping himself in front of him. At this point, Devyn felt like he was off in his own world. It had been a while since he'd been this high. In an attempt to make it seem like he cared, he tried to come up with something someone would ask if they were trying to befriend someone. The whole friend deal was something Devyn wasn't very good at. He'd always made friends with people through drugs, alcohol, ect.
"So.. ummm, do you.. are you.. have a girlfriend..?" he aske while staring directly at Hart, "Or a boyfriend, maybe?" he suggested as he grinned and chuckled lightly.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 4, 2008 2:34:19 GMT -5
Hart watched Devyn finish the cigarette with watering eyes, and rubbed at them irritably. Sighing in exasperation, he felt his throat convulse, and he started coughing again. How did people put themselves through this? The only thing Hart could think as he coughed his lungs up was how was this appealing in any way? He glanced up at Devyn, his smoky eyes narrowed like it was his fault, as he finally stopped coughing. Devyn looked like he was in happy land or something, gazing at him fixedly.
“I dunno,” he shrugged, his voice slightly raspy and irritable. What else could it have been? Surely Devyn hadn’t brought drugs into school? Hart barely knew anything about drugs, but one thing he did know was that they made you high, which he assumed meant it made you feel good. Hart did not feel good. Sighing, he pulled his legs to his body and rested his forehead on his knees, closing his eyes. He looked up, and stared right into Devyn’s eyes - which were now at the same level as his. It felt seriously weird, their eyes locked intensely like they were looking right inside each other’s minds. He was about to reply to Devyn’s perfectly reasonable question, when he pushed it too far. Hart glared murderously, and he pressed his lips together in an expression of anger.
“No. I have not had either. What makes you think I’d have a boyfriend anyway?” he said stiffly, although something told him he shouldn’t get up and leave - no matter how badly he wanted to. He wanted to stay with Devyn, because he was actually talking to him. His gorgeous Geography partner. Okay maybe he was the kind of guy to have a boyfriend…? Hart felt his stomach twist, how could he come to that conclusion so suddenly? He sighed, and started coughing again.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 4, 2008 6:13:02 GMT -5
The longer Devyn made eye contact with Hart, the more he felt like leaning over and doing him right there, on the school bathroom floor. However, with the knowledge that anyone could come in at anytime, and the fact that he wasn't into rape, made him hold himself back and he lowered his gaze. I seriously need to get laid he thought as he scratched at the skin around the tattoo on his wrist. His mind wandered off to go over the boys he'd been flirting with recently, to try and figure out who he could get into bed with him that night.
Glancing up, he quickly ran his eyes over Hart again. What was it about this boy, that made Devyn want him so much? Beside the fact that he was gorgeous, he seemed very naive, something that made him roll his eyes. He didn't understand how someone, at the age of 15, could possibly be so naive. When Hart started to answer his question, Devyn noticed the angry look on his face and drew back. He hadn't meant to anger Hart with the question, he'd asked it in a playful way.
"Woah there sugar, calm down. I was only jokin' around. I asked because these days, you never know," he stated, his voice taking on a serious tone as he continued, "You don't have a problem with homosexuals, do you? If yes, I'd leave now before I kick your ass."
Muttering to himself, Devyn pulled himself up and went over to the mirror, noticing the red, glazed over look in his eyes. Waltzing back over, he sat himself next to Hart as he reached into his backpack and pulled out his eyedrops, hurriedly placing two drops in each eye in hopes of banishing the redness.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 4, 2008 6:37:01 GMT -5
Sighing, he ran his hands through his hair. He hadn’t meant to sound like that, and he shrugged slightly, struggling not to cough again.
“I-No…” he croaked, and let slip a cough. Screwing his eyes up in frustration, he rested his chin on his knees again, finding comfort in hugging his own legs. He didn’t know why, but he guessed it was something to do with the foetal position or something. It was almost laughable how childish Hart was. He didn’t really act silly or unreasonable, but sometimes he seemed to get a bit lost in the teenage environment around him. He’d always been the baby of the family, and he never really got pressurised by peers to grow up. He was too used to being teased for being girly and childish, so he just stayed that way, because he hated change. He ran over Devyn’s words again.
“Sugar?” his brow creased in confusion. Why was Devyn calling him these names? They weren’t exactly patronizing names like ‘Pillow Biter’ and ‘Faggot’, but he didn’t really like being called ‘babes’.
“Do…Do you think I’m gay?” he asked carefully, making sure he didn’t make it seem that he was opposed to the idea. In truth, he thought it was the weirdest thing that could ever happen to himself. Watching Devyn getting eye drops, he sighed. The redness didn’t even detract from how amazingly hot Devyn was…Hart coughed again, and bit his lip nervously. Why did he keep thinking of Devyn like that?
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 4, 2008 6:52:30 GMT -5
Devyn nodded and forced out a smile. He was glad that Hart wasn't homophobic and that he didn't have to hurt him. With the sudden urge to lay down, Devyn shifted and sprawled himself out on the bathroom floor, with his head only inches from Hart's body and his feet by the counters. It was an awkward position, but he was comfortable. He let his eyes slip closed as his mind wandered off. He could still smell the weed, and could only hope that the wind outside would pick up, and maybe help get rid of the scent. He heard Hart's voice, although it sounded as though it was off in the distance. Forcing his mind back, he tried to concentrate on what was being said.
He let out a snort of laughter at Hart's question. Did he, Devyn Lang, the boy with the best gaydar, think Hart was gay. His snort turned into full on laughter, he could feel his body shaking and he tried to calm himself.
"I don't know.. are you?" he threw the question back in Hart's face and glanced up from his awkward position, his glazed over eyes staring intently at him. He had the feeling that not even Hart knew whether or not he was. Either that, or the boy was in complete denial.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 4, 2008 8:05:30 GMT -5
Watching Devyn lay down, he let one of his legs lay flat. Devyn’s head was so close he was almost touching, and he argued with himself weather or not to move closer, or further away. Breathing deeply, the strange smell of the ‘cigarette’ tickled his nostrils, and he held his breath, trying to stop himself coughing again. Fidgeting slightly, he knocked his leg into Devyn’s head, and he bit his lip, pulling his leg back to his body, blushing slightly. He frowned when Devyn started laughing, and wondered if it was what was in the cigarette that was making him like this.
“I…don’t know,” he shrugged. What a stupid question to ask back. If Hart knew he was, why would he ask Devyn?
“I’ve never really done anything with anyone before so I guess I wouldn’t know,” he said, large blue eyes full of innocence. He felt himself squirm under Devyn’s intense gaze, but he refused to look away. For reasons unknown to Hart, he had the urge to reach out and touch Devyn’s midriff, which was showing slightly between the hem of his shirt and the waste line of his trousers. It looked so smooth … Shaking off the feeling, he let his legs lay flat again, unable to sit still, and looked up at the fan in the ceiling.
[ha-ha. Gaydar. That made me giggle xD]
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 4, 2008 8:26:07 GMT -5
Devyn swore under his breath as Hart's leg hit his head. He forced his comfortable self to shuffle farther away, so as to not get hit again. He felt his shirt riding up but was, at this point, too lazy to pull it back into place. Devyn frowned when Hart admitted to not knowing if he was gay, but then a wide grin spread over his features when he realized that it meant there was a possibility that he was. Or at the very least, bi. However, if he undoubtedly was gay, there would be no questioning it by this age.
Reaching up, Devyn placed both his arms behind his head. As he listened to Hart speak, he noticed the look of innocence in his eyes, and he felt a slight jab of guilt in his stomach. Frowning, he pushed it to the back of his mind, telling himself it was nothing but a hunger pain.
"You don't need to do something with someone to know. I mean, I knew I was gay before I'd so much as held hands with someone.." Devyn revealed, looking up at Hart with a small smile. He wasn't sure why, but his mood had taken a sudden change, as it did sometimes, and he was starting to feel increasingly bad for putting all this on Hart. He knew that if he'd been cornered into trying to figure out his feelings when he wasn't ready, as his old friends liked to put it, he would have, 'killed a bitch'.
[Gaydar is definitely one of my favorite words =P lol]
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 4, 2008 16:10:26 GMT -5
“What you grinning about?” he smiled slightly, the broad grin that had spread across Devyn’s face was infectious. He ran his hands through his hair, and sighed thoughtfully. How would he know if he actually liked someone? He’d never really…looked into it much. Glancing at Devyn, he wondered if the weird, sort of scared feeling he felt whenever he was with him was how you felt when you liked someone. It didn’t seem right, to feel scared.
“I know that but…I don’t even know how I’d feel if I liked someone…I don’t know. I’m just missing out on that, I guess?” he sighed dejectedly. When Hart was sad, he tended to be a little more dramatic than the situation called for. He leaned forwards slightly, resting his hands on the floor.
“I…If you -hypothetically speaking of course - liked me, how would you feel?” he asked breathlessly, feeling his throat tighten nervously.
[Bah, short and cliché. It’s late Dx orz.]
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 4, 2008 17:46:18 GMT -5
Devyn shrugged, he wasn't about to tell Hart the real reason behind his smile. Instead, he closed his eyes and kept his mouth shut. Sighing he muttered under his breath; he had a sudden craving for chocolate and he knew it would drive him crazy until he got some. Pulling himself up from his laying position, he moved back to where he'd originally been sitting, next to Hart. He heard his classmate speak as he dug around in his backpack and as he grabbed hold of his chocolate stash, he shifted to glance at Hart, an incredulous look on his face.
Of all the things Hart had said, Devyn found this to be the stupidest. How the fuck does he not know what it's like to like someone? he thought to himself as he continued to stare stupidly at Hart, the chocolate momentarily forgotten. He opened his mouth but was interrupted by Hart speaking again. As he listened, he felt a small smile creep onto his face. This was just the opportunity he'd been waiting for. If he played his cards right, he could maybe make Hart think he had a crush on him, and because of his naive nature, could probably get Hart to do just about anything.
Breaking off a piece of chocolate, Devyn popped it into his mouth and chewed, quickly scolding himself as he'd now have to do twice the situps he would normally do to work it off. He moved closer to Hart - so close they were almost touching and forced the half chewed chocolate down, clearing his throat he turned to face Hart.
"Well, if - hypothetically, of course - I liked you.. I'd probably feel slightly nervous or scared, more than usual, when I was around you. It's really a hard thing to try and explain. It's just something you feel," he offered Hart a soft smile, hoping it came off as genuine, and leaned closer, purposefully resting his hand lightly on Hart's knee.
"Sometimes, you get the urge to touch the person too. And you get a feeling like butterflies in your stomach, but that's usually from the nerves," he whispered, and retracted his hand, lingering for a moment by Harts face before pulling away and putting the chocolate back in his bag.
[short's fine - it worked well for me XD]
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 5, 2008 11:58:03 GMT -5
Eying the chocolate hopefully, he was about to ask for a piece, but then thought better of it. He was already asking really personal questions, and nicking a bit of his chocolate too probably wouldn’t go down too well. Twining his fingers awkwardly, he felt his whole body electrify as Devyn moved closer to him. He could almost feel the other boy’s leg brushing against his and his stomach twisted in anxiety. Nodding slightly, he decided that he was definitely feeling those things right now. And this was actually a pleasant surprise to him. He was sure that he was just being stupid and shy, but obviously it was just because he liked Devyn. The smile made him blush, and he leaned back slightly as Devyn leaned closer. He felt a light touch on his knee, and stiffened up, glancing down at Devyn’s hand and turning a shade darker. As Devyn’s hand came to hover by his face, he drew in a sharp breath, and wondered if he could blush any darker.
“I feel I should kiss you…” he whispered, and then his eyes went wide, his hands flying up to clamp over his mouth. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why the fuck did I say that?! his mind raced, and he stared, red faced and shocked, at Devyn. This was probably the most awkward moment in his life…well, maybe the time he got locked in the girls bathroom and got found by some girls in the year above kind of beat this moment, but it was close. He crossed his legs over slightly, rubbing his feet together as his hands lowered to wrap round his small form, staring shamefacedly down at the floor.
“I…I’m sorry I … Don’t know why I said that,” he stammered, his eyebrows screwing closer together in frustration.
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