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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 11, 2008 13:07:24 GMT -5
Clouds are marching along, singing a song, just like they do.
If the clouds were singing a song, I'd sing along, wouldn't you too?
If you just knew what they could do.
It was a nice warm day in Florida, so what better way to spend it than inside a massive, brutally air-conditioned mall? Hart thought this was a good idea, so after calling Devyn and arranging a time, he changed his shirt and left school campus with a nervous spring in his step. The cool salty breeze that rolled off the sea wound its way through the avenues and boulevards, and pushed its way through the gaps between the buttons on Hart’s slightly see-through white button up t-shirt. Breathing deeply, he shoved his hands as far as they’d go into his drainpipes, and walked with his head down. The late morning sun was bright against the pale concrete pavements, and the glare made Hart squint slightly, turning his head down so his hair fell in his eyes.
It was a Saturday, just before lunch, and the mall was busy already. With a faint smile, Hart pushed through the double doors and wandered through Macys. People looked at him sceptically, and he wondered if he looked like the kind of kid who would shop lift. He doubted it. Maybe it was the crazy amount of black eye make-up he was wearing. Stopping in front of a floor plan of the mall, he touched a finger to the ‘you are here’ arrow, and traced the quickest route to the food court. Heading off at a brisk walk, he felt his heart thudding in his chest with irrational apprehension. He was really excited about seeing Devyn again, but at the same time, he was scared stiff.
Drumming his fingers on the table, he licked the ice cream he’d bought with delicate little strokes of his tongue. He smiled slightly, the taste of mint choc chip ice cream filling his mouth and nose. His eyes hooded, he rested his chin in his palm and waited.
Oh, if you just knew, what would they do?
And if the birds are just hollow words flying along, singing a song,
What would they do?
If they just knew what they could do.
Oh, if they just knew.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 11, 2008 13:36:12 GMT -5
Having agreed to meet Hart at the mall for lunch, Devyn forced himself out of bed. He was feeling particularly lazy for some reason and regretted agreeing to meet at the mall, for that would not only involve moving, but would also involve him going outside. Looking around his dorm, he sniffed at a pair of his jeans before pulling them on, along with his Mickey Mouse shirt. Before exiting the dorm, Devyn made sure to grab his cell phone and cigarettes, knowing he would need them if he wanted to even think about making it all the way to the mall.
The second Devyn was outside, he lit up and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. As he made his way to the mall, walking as quickly as he could, he wondered how he should act around Hart. He figured he could easily make his classmate feel guilty about running off, but he wasn't sure he wanted to go for guilt. What would be better for getting what he wanted.. showing that he cared, or pretending that he didn't. Sighing, he shook his bangs out of his face and wrinkled his nose. He wasn't quite sure what it was about Miami, but he hated the smell. It's gotta be the ocean he thought, knowing he'd choose the smoggy scent of Los Angeles over the ocean-like smell of Miami any day.
Upon reaching the mall in record time, Devyn put out his cigarette before pushing his was past a group of pre-teen girls to get to the doors. He heard them muttering behind him and shot them a death glare before entering the air conditioned mall. He hurriedly walked to the food court and once there, realized he had no idea where in the court he was supposed to meet Hart. Groaning in frustration, Devyn started to wander aimlessly before spotting a familiar head of hair sitting at a table. Shoving his way through the throngs of people, he sat himself down in the seat across from Hart.
"Hey sugar, what's up?" he greeted his classmate with a smile, and tilted his head as he watched Hart eat his ice cream with narrowed eyes. |
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 11, 2008 14:45:15 GMT -5
His eyebrows knitted together as he got a brain freeze from licking too fast and as the burning pain subsided and he looked up again, he spotted Devyn coming towards him. His face lit up, and he waved animatedly when the boy turned towards him, grinning broadly. Hart’s teeth were stained with mint coloured ice cream residue, and he had a bit of chocolate stuck in between his front teeth, but he didn’t feel self conscious for once. His tongue flicked out again as he caught a drip rolling down the side of the ice cream scoop, and gazed intently at Devyn. His cheeks flushed when the other boy spoke, addressing him as ‘sugar’. You could say he was having a bit of a heart spasm at that. He giggled slightly, and his colour darkened.
“Err…I’m okay I guess,” he shrugged, still smiling, still blushing. He rubbed his foot against his leg nervously, and wondered if he should rub Devyn’s. He had read it in a book once - a CHERUB book, he loved that series - but wasn’t really sure. He didn’t get some of the more grown up things in the books.
“I skipped Wednesday and Thursday…I feel like a total prick now,” he frowned, running his free hand through his messy hair.
“Speaking of feeling like a prick, I am so sorry for running off the other day…I don’t know what got into me,” he frowned, staring at his ice cream before licking it slightly less delicately, it was melting all over his hand and he laughed, blushing again at his own stupidity. He’d been gazing so intently about Devyn he’d let it melt.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 11, 2008 15:46:55 GMT -5
Devyn smiled softly at Hart. He couldn't deny the fact that the boy looked adorable as he sat there eating his ice cream. He smirked at the blush that creeped over Hart's features and quickly looked around the food court; all greasy fast-food places. Devyn was hungry, there was no doubt about that, but he knew he couldn't eat mall food. One bite of anything and he'd most likely be going over his daily calorie limit. Shuffling in his seat, he wished it wasn't illegal to smoke indoors.
"Yeah? That's good. You know, class totally sucked without you there.. were you sick or something?” Devyn asked, he genuinely wanted to know why Hart hadn’t been in school. Despite the fact that he told himself he didn’t care, he had to wonder if it was his fault. Had it been Hart’s way of avoiding him? Frowning slightly, Devyn wondered to the possibility that maybe, Hart had asked him to hang out so he could tell him that he’d realized he wasn’t gay. Shaking his bangs out of his face, he cleared his throat and forced out a small smile.
”Whatever, it’s fine. I can understand why you did. I’m sorry for like, pushing myself on you or whatever,” he lied and watched as the ice cream melted over Hart’s hands. He tried to shake off his sudden craving for ice cream - something he hadn’t eaten in years - by laughing lightly along with Hart.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 12, 2008 4:48:48 GMT -5
Hart picked up a tissue from the table, and wiped his hand, still blushing as he removed the worst of the ice cream. He looked up when he heard Devyn fidgeting, and the soft smile on his face made him smile back, smoky blue eyes twinkling with innocence. He couldn’t help but try and look deeper into Devyn’s eyes, trying to find something that probably wasn’t there.
“R-really?” he stammered, not sure how it would affect Devyn much if he wasn’t there. They had never really spoken before Tuesday, so why did Hart’s presence suddenly matter? He felt his stomach flutter apprehensively, feeling himself being drawn in by Devyn’s act. Hart was oblivious to the fact that Devyn was just putting on a show to real him in. But it was certainly working.
“Um…I was…I had flu,” he tried to think of an excuse for being out of school. The truth was, he’d been sulking in his room because he couldn’t deal with his emotions.
Hart blushed again at the thought of Devyn kissing him, and he looked up at the other boy through thick lashes, and his tousled hair. He took a deep breath, talking carefully.
“You don’t need to be sorry…I sorta…I guess it was…I…kinda …” frowning, he raked his brains for the right thing to say. He didn’t want to be too blatant about it; neither did he want to be vague. Hart kind of wished he’d said no when Devyn asked him to hang out with him. This would never have been happening. On the other hand, he was glad, because he didn’t have to pretend anymore. He really did like Devyn, but he wasn’t sure how to show it. Crossing his legs over, he brushed his foot against Devyn’s leg, avoiding eye contact for fear he’d turn so red he would give off his own light.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 12, 2008 12:55:19 GMT -5
Devyn watched, uninterestedly, as Hart wiped his hand. He noticed Hart looking at him and they made eye contact, brown eyes meeting blue ones. After a few moments he glanced away, afraid that his classmate might catch on to his game should it last too long. Taking a deep breath to try and forget about his hunger, he turned back to look at Hart.
"Yeah. Geography sucks anyway, but when you're there, at least I have something to look at," he winked playfully at Hart, laughing lightly, ”Glad you’re feeling better though.”
Devyn noticed the blush that appeared on Hart’s face again and wondered what was making him blush this time. He listened to him trip over his words. He decided against replying and nodded to let Hart know that he’d heard him. Devyn studied Hart’s features as he sat in silence. He felt his classmate’s foot brush against his leg. He smirked at the fact that Hart was avoiding eye contact and assumed that Hart had done it on purpose.
”Hey, you wanna walk around or something?” he asked, as he fidgeted in his seat and looked around. He wasn’t quite in the sitting mood. |
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 12, 2008 15:55:07 GMT -5
His stomach clenched as they made eye contact, and glanced away the same time as Devyn, feeling his face heat with yet another blush. He wondered if there was some way of stopping these stupid reflexes that screamed his feelings to the world. Devyn’s next comment caught Hart completely by surprise, and his jaw hung limp for a moment.
“Y…you what?” he breathed, his face turning beetroot red. He completely ignored the second part, too fixed on the fact Devyn was flirting with him. He could feel Devyn’s eyes burning into his face, and he glanced away, claming his mouth shut, feeling himself squirming at his idiocy. His eyes snapped up again when Devyn spoke, and he saw the smirk that played his lips. Did Devyn think Hart brushed against him on purpose? He sure hoped he did…
“Err, sure,” he forced a nervous grin, and heisted for a moment, before getting up slowly and finishing off the last of the ice cream cone. Tossing the tissue into a near by bin, he stood, staring shyly at Devyn from behind his messy hair.
[my muse phails me atm ._. it's short Dx]
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 13, 2008 11:13:02 GMT -5
Devyn grinned as Hart blushed again; it was just the reaction he’d been going for. He was glad that Hart had fallen for another of his lies. It seemed that, with the way things were going, he could have Hart in less than three weeks.
Standing up lazily, he stretched out and yawned. He looked momentarily at Hart before glancing around again, trying to figure out where to go. Sighing, Devyn started walking slowly out of the food court, not quite sure where he was headed. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his unbelievably tight jeans, he turned to see that Hart was following along.
”Is there anything you want to look at..?” he asked, glancing at Hart out of the corner of his eye. He was hoping that he wouldn’t, or if he did then maybe it would be by one of the many doors leading into the mall that way he could slip out for a smoke. He was afraid that if he didn’t have one soon, he would slip up and buy something to eat. |
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 15, 2008 1:19:32 GMT -5
As Devyn started walking Hart hurried to join him at his side, trotting about half a stride behind like a loyal dog. Hart gazed around the place, taking in faces and shop fronts like he’d never been to a mall before. Of course, he had, but he had to say he’d never been with just a friend before, and he felt rather excited about the whole ordeal. Devyn’s voice pierced his fantasies, and he looked away from the ceiling, to smile at him.
“Not really, I’m kind of out of money so, I don’t mind,” he shrugged, his eyes caught by Devyn’s profile. It set his heart racing, and his stomach twisted weirdly, and he looked away. Why did Devyn have to be so amazingly good looking? Every time he looked over at him, he found himself totally overwhelmed, unable to look away. He didn’t want to look at clothes, he was quite happy looking at Devyn all day. Hart could be a bit oblivious sometimes, so when a mother pushed her pram almost right into Hart and he jumped aside, he totally forgot Devyn was next to him. Until he thudded into him. His face flushed when he realised that he’d grabbed onto Devyn’s arm to stop himself falling down, and laughed nervously.
“Oh crap, I’m sorry,” he was still giggling, and let go slowly, reluctantly, and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 15, 2008 10:00:35 GMT -5
Devyn smiled back at Hart and was slightly alarmed at how much he liked when his classmate smiled, as it was something he didn't usually care for. He didn't usually pay attention to little things like someones smile when all he was trying to do was get them into bed. Turning to look for the closest set of doors, he sighed heavily and nodded, heading toward the other end of the mall. It was quite crowded, something Devyn didn't necessarily like. He was used to coming to the mall on days when almost no one was there, that way he could get what he needed to get done in peace. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hart just narrowly miss getting hit by a mothers' stroller and chuckled when he knocked into him. He felt something grabbing his arm and looked down to see Hart's hand there.
"Whatever, babe, don't worry about it," he smirked and raised an eyebrow as he waited for Hart to remove his hand. Devyn noticed how reluctant Hart was to let go and kept walking, motioning for him to follow. The closer they got to the doors, the more Devyn seemed to perk up.As they walked, Devyn purposely shifted closer and brushed is hand against Hart's arm, however, it was less than obvious so he hoped his classmare wouldn't realize.
"So uhm.. Is uh, Hart you're real name..?" he asked, only to realize how stupid the question sounded. He'd been thinking of some way to make conversation but he knew that until he'd continue to be useless. All he needed was one more cigarette to wake him up, and of course to supress his appetite, and he'd be his usual overly-cocky self. |
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 16, 2008 1:17:09 GMT -5
Hart looked confused as Devyn headed purposefully towards the end of the mall. It didn’t seem like they were heading for any shop in particular, and he decided to ask,
“Where are we going?” he asked, ducking out of the way of more people. He hated crowded places, because he always seemed to get walked in to, like he wasn’t there. This was weird, because Hart wasn’t exactly short - unlike his sister - and marvelled at how other people seemed to be more oblivious than he was. Although, usually it was him who was oblivious, and walked into other people often.
He blushed deeper when Devyn called him babes, and giggled again. Holding a hand up to his face, he pressed it to his lips, trying to stop his meaningless giggling. He hurried up when Devyn motioned to him to follow, and now realised they were heading for the doors. Why are we leaving…? he thought, his brows quirking in curiosity. He could have sworn that Devyn’s hand brushed against his arm, but he couldn’t be sure. Just to be on the safe side - and save himself from squealing in surprise if it happened again - he crossed the arm closest to Devyn across his body and clutched the fabric of his shirt. Glancing across at Devyn, he smiled, and bit his lip nervously.
“Actually, it’s my middle name. I really hate my first name, Oliver, so I changed it when I was in grade school… Holly still calls me Oli though,” he explained, glancing up at the ceiling, then back at Devyn. Wherever he looked, he seemed to come back to Devyn’s face, and it was starting to bug him.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 16, 2008 13:53:15 GMT -5
Devyn glanced at Hart out of the corner of his eye and wondered why the hell he'd decided on the mall. On a Saturday. Everywhere he looked it seemed like there were people, like there was no way to get away from them. He heard Hart ask where they were going and he shrugged.
"Well, I'm going out for a smoke," he answered, shuffling past another group of preteens before continuing, "You can join me or wait in one of the stores. I won't take long."
Seeing the blush, and hearing Hart's childlike giggling made Devyn shake his head and laugh lightly. He wasn't used to getting that kind of reaction from someone, and decided that there was no doubt behind the fact that Hart liked him. Or, at least, that's what he told himself. He noticed how Hart had shifted his arm away from him and shot the boy a questioning glance. He was about to reach over and grab Hart's wrist, but decided that maybe he'd wait a little while before he did so. Devyn listened as he talked about his name and nodded. He had to admit that Oliver was kind of a sucky name and although he would have normally told what he thought, but he wasn't sure if Hart would appreciate him saying so, even if he himself had admitted to hating it.
"Yeah, Hart's a lot uhm, nicer," he muttered, offering up another of his killer smiles as they reached the doors. Stopping suddenly, he turned to look at Hart and wondered if he should ask whether he was going to join him outside, or if he should just go. Opening his mouth as if to say something, he closed it quickly, instead he reached out and grabbed Hart's wrist, dragging him outside along with him.
"I know I said you could wait inside but.. I lied," he stated as he fumbled around, pulling out a smoke and trying to light it up. |
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 16, 2008 14:52:09 GMT -5
Hart nodded, satisfied with the answer. Shrugging, as he sidestepped a man on a mission, he smiled.
“I don’t mind. I’ll come with you,” in truth, Hart was terrified of standing in a shop on his own. He only ever did when he was either in a bad mood, or when it was really quiet. He was scared of getting abducted or something like that. Hart was the kind of kid who always said ‘what if something bad happens?’ and he never really gave up.
Hart had finally stopped giggling, but he still felt flushed, and looked up at the ceiling, trying to calm himself down. However, Devyn commenting his name - accompanied with a fantastic smile - flustered him again, and he smiled widely, hiding behind his hair.
“Thanks, I guess,” he laughed, biting at the skin on his lip. Hart had a habit of biting his lips till they bleed when he was wound up, and he knew he really had to stop, or he’d have nasty lips for the rest of his life. He nearly walked into Devyn again when he stopped - Hart’s mind had been elsewhere - but he managed to wake up to the world just in time. He tipped his head slightly to one side as Devyn did a fantastic goldfish impression. Gasping in surprise as Devyn grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside; he stumbled over his own feet, a blush spreading across his face like a red wine spill on a table cloth.
“O-oh, okay then,” he giggled again, glancing behind him as the door swung shut. When he looked back, Devyn was trying to light his cigarette with feverish desperation. Hart couldn’t help but feel slightly excited, and nervous. His heart had started racing irrationally, and he felt a tingly nervousness. Was Devyn going to kiss him again? Just the thought made his stomach lurch in anticipation. He sure hoped he could. On the other hand, he hoped that he wouldn’t want to get kissed. Then he wouldn’t be gay, and life would be way less complicated, but he knew that wasn’t likely.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 16, 2008 15:26:57 GMT -5
When he finally managed to get his cigarette lit, Devyn inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes.
"Oh Jesus, I needed that," he mumbled, blowing out the smoke as he did so. Opening his eyes again, he glanced at Hart as he took another puff. He looked nervous and Devyn rolled his eyes, thinking that Hart was afraid he was going to try and get him to smoke again. On a normal day, he would have probably tried to get Hart to smoke, seeing as it had been so easy the first time. However, he wasn't in the mood to share, not to mention he was almost out of cigarettes anyway and he didn't feel like wasting any.
Smiling lightly, Devyn shuffled over so he was standing next to Hart and turned to look at him. As he stared he decided to go for the 'nervous-boy' act. He reached down as though to grab Hart's hand again, making sure that his own hand was shaking just slightly. Glancing up, he wished for once in his life that he'd actually blush and in one swift movement Devyn laced his fingers with Harts'. Glancing up through his bangs, he offered a small, shy smile.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked slowly, making sure his voice shook as he spoke, "I just re.. uhm, never mind." |
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 17, 2008 7:13:57 GMT -5
Hart watched with little interest as Devyn drew on his cigarette, puffing on it like his life depended on the stuff. He started picking his nails again awkwardly, feeling his face burning. Catching Devyn’s eye, the corner of his mouth quirked in a nervous smile, before he looked away, his heart thudding in his chest. His breath caught in his throat as Devyn moved closer, and Hart ducked his head, hiding his face behind his hair. He smiled as he felt Devyn’s fingers twine with his own, and he squeezed his hand slightly, his body tensed in anxiety.
“S-sure…” he breathed, unable to take his eyes off of Devyn. He leaned towards him slightly, fixated, like he was hypnotized.
“No, no…What?” he sounded pleading, tugging slightly on Devyn’s hand. He leant forwards more, and reached out for Devyn’s other hand, taking it gently, fully aware that his hands had become annoyingly clammy.
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