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Mar 29, 2007 21:51:53 GMT -5
Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 29, 2007 21:51:53 GMT -5
"Oh why thank you Angel, you flatter me," Tommy said with a deep grin and a low chuckle. He took Angel's hand in his own and swung it back and forth gently. "Hey, I'm technically an adult. Just turned eighteen. So there we go. I'm surpervising...kinda. Good enough eight?" Looking down at their hands, Tommy's smile on got bigger. "Did I ever say...how nice our hands fit together? You notice that?"
Tommy laughed hard, his eyes lighting up and his shoulders shaking with glee. Angel had taken the bait with wonderful grace. Grace. That was a lot who Angel was it seemed to Tommy. Grace. "Ok I'll hold on the running man. But only in the name of your happy feeling." He paused for a moment and then cleared his throat. "Why...why don't we try today?" Tommy asked. "It's only a little after school is out..." He didn't want to push, but he didn't want Angel to give up either. Maybe he could use his unfortunate event to pressure Angel into doing what he really wanted.
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Mar 29, 2007 22:09:32 GMT -5
Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 29, 2007 22:09:32 GMT -5
"That is true. Ah, but we had supervision from a responsible adult, Mr. Crickets in the Gym," Angel teased with a tiny smirk. He looked down towards their hand, the smirk softening into a smile. They did fit together. It made him wonder...maybe it was planned? He'd always believed that everyone had that one perfect person waiting for them. Was Tommy his? It was hard to say...Tommy was his first. Would he meet somebody else? Was he just...being a teenager? Was it puppy love?
He looked back up at Tommy and his mind was made up. There was no way that was all it was. It was deeper, way deeper than that. He was in love. "They do, you're right. Do yout think...for good reason?" he asked.
"Thanks for that," Angel giggled, before pausing. Trying it...it. Meaning...he knew exactly what it meant. Of course he wanted to. He'd wanted to...for as long as he could remember. And Tommy was gonna help him. But how could they? His father would be home, and his sister...
"We could..." he said quietly, nodding his head. "But...do you think we could go somewhere else? Not my house? I mean...I could sneak out some...stuff if I tried. But everybody's home..."
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Mar 29, 2007 22:20:21 GMT -5
Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 29, 2007 22:20:21 GMT -5
"Oh...well you have to more specific, Angel," Tommy said putting his free hand on his hip as if he was annoyed. "And I technically let the crickets out into the whole school. I the shaving cream was in the gym. See Angel...tsk tsk not paying attention." He teased while shaking his head. "And I thought that you were attentive." Tommy winked at him just to make it clear that he really was kidding.
Tommy stared down at their hands as Angel spoke. "You could make an arguement...that it just happens that way. That your bone structure follows a pattern as does mine. That we couldn't have been made for this...that our ancestors is where it all happens." He met Angel's eyes with his own. "But that sounds like a crappy excuse to me. To ignore that we're a part of something larger than ourselves. Beyond ourselves. We all have to contribute our part..." Tommy licked his lips and whispered, "So...yeah. One of those reasons I would say."
"You're welcome..." He watched Angel carefully. He wasn't fightening him...they had to jump on this now. Now while Angel had the courage. "Sure. We could...go to my house if you want. I know where my mom keeps her stuff...probably not your taste though," He added with a sigh.
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Mar 29, 2007 22:36:14 GMT -5
Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 29, 2007 22:36:14 GMT -5
"Whoops. My mistake. Well...that's just as bad. In fact, that's worse! No way would I'd trust you with a blow torch now. I'd turn my back and the school'd be on fire," he shook his head, unable to hold back hid giggles.
Angel listened to Tommy speak, nodding slowly. So what did that mean? Tommy didn't feel the same way? No, there was no possible way. Not with the way he acted. "One of those reasons," he agreed quietly, squeezing Tommy's hands gently. He didn't believe in coincidents. Things happened for a reason. The fact that their hands fit together, that they fit together...maybe that meant that it was supposed to be that way. That they were meant for each other.
"Your house?" Angel repeated, his eyebrows raising a bit. "How would we manage that?" He couldn't see that being a great reunion. 'Hey mom, I know you freaked about me kissing a boy, but can he wear your makeup?'
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Mar 29, 2007 22:43:34 GMT -5
Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 29, 2007 22:43:34 GMT -5
"At least the main building," Tommy said with a prideful smile. "Don't go giving me ideas Angel. Actually...that would be kinda awesome if you did. You'd be my muse. I don't know if there was a Greek muse of pranking...but hey. You could be mine."
"Probably...if not 'the'," Tommy whispered. "Cause people can make excuses all they want. But why are hands the size they are? I know it's an antomony thing and it has to match the rest of our bodies but...what constitutes in. Even in our DNA. Something pulled a string. Maybe some all powerful lady or guy said...now those two..." He said in a old woman voice, "They should have hands that fit together. A sign for them. Hopefully the young whipper snappers will get it...they should. Cause we meant it. All that hard work for them not to notice," He slipped back into his normal voice, "That would just be simple. A cop out. Strings were pulled..." Tommy smiled gently. "Palm and palm. Fingers and fingers..." He slipped his fingers in Angel's. "It's a sign. Never let go."
"Yeah...might be awkward," Tommy said with a frown. "Any other ideas?"
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Mar 29, 2007 22:54:10 GMT -5
Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 29, 2007 22:54:10 GMT -5
"Oh, Im sure there was...they just weren't called that. They were called a bad influence," Angel grinned. "I've never been a muse before, though."
Angel blushed lightly, moving in a bit closer to Tommy. Everything Angel wanted to hear had just been said. Complete with the voices. It made him think...it wasn't just the hands making it clear. Everything about them fit. A blind man could see it. "I like the sound of that," he said quietly. The understatement of the century. Moving a bit closer, he leaned up to kiss Tommy deeply. How could he not after that?
"Umm..." Angel thought for a minute, sighing softly. "Well...I could run in...grab a mirror and some stuff from the bathroom, run out. And we could go somewhere else...don't know where. If I get asked...maybe...I'm working on a project with Mimi?"
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Mar 29, 2007 23:10:49 GMT -5
Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 29, 2007 23:10:49 GMT -5
"Ahhh...very smart. You win top of the class, my Angel," Tommy said with an impressed nod. He liked that...treasured that. Being on the football team for so many years thought him that he didn't like guys who were dumber than the average golden retriever.
Tommy grinned hearing that Angel approved. Maybe his tirades weren't insane...at least not in a bad way. He tilted his head down to meet Angel's lips and kiss him back. In his head, he could hear the old woman that he had just mimiced say 'thank goodness they got to picture.' They got the picture for sure. Tommy raised his hand to rest on Angel's cheek.
"That's fine...however you wanna do it," Tommy nodded just glad that this was going to happen. Then he worried for a moment. Would this change the way he felt about Angel? If he was different? Scwinting his eyes he imagined Angel in a dress...he couldn't quite get there. But he could imagine Angel smiling deeply. As long as he smiled that smile...it didn't matter what he wore. Not by a long shot.
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Mar 29, 2007 23:21:40 GMT -5
Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 29, 2007 23:21:40 GMT -5
My Angel. He had to smile...he liked it. It sounded...good, great, amazing, he couldn't find a strong enough word. It just...fit. "Why thank you. That's high praise coming from you," he added.
Angel smiled into the kiss, breaking it only when he simply couldn't keep going without air. He was still reluctant about it though. He'd rather kiss Tommy than have life giving oxygen? If that wasn't love, what was? "I think I agree with the old lady...or man...or whatever you were trying to do back there," he said with a small giggle, leaning up to kiss him a bit softer. "I love you."
Angel nodded, taking a deep breath. So...he was gonna do it. Actually do it. Even if he wanted to back out, he knew Tommy wouldn't let him. He didn't want to be allowed. It had to happen...scared as he was, he knew. It was the only way he was ever gonna be truly happy. And he could do it. He had a support system...he'd get through it. "Thanks," he whispered.
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Mar 29, 2007 23:39:02 GMT -5
Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 29, 2007 23:39:02 GMT -5
Tommy rolled his eyes good naturely and shook his head. "I'm an idiot. Just waiting for the world to realize it. Only a matter of time," He said with a small shrug.
He kept his eyes closed when Angel pulled away. His head was spinnging and turning...sweeping. Forget pot. Kissing Angel was better. Maybe he'd even kick the habit. What would Benny do then? Tommy opened his eyes and smiled seeing Angel in front of him. Benny would manage. "Frankly...I'm not quite sure what I was trying to do back there," He admitted with a small laugh. "Love you too," Tommy whispered before kissing Angel again.
"It's what I'm here for," Tommy said simply. "So...where are we going to get this mirror and such? We could go to a drug store...I could lift a few things..." He mumbled under his breath. Stealing...everyonce in a while didn't hurt nobody.
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Mar 29, 2007 23:51:07 GMT -5
Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 29, 2007 23:51:07 GMT -5
"No you're not. I refuse to believe that. I mean...you're a little insane, sure. The best of us are," he grinned, shrugging lightly. "But you're not an idiot. I'll believe it when I see it."
"Didn't think you did. But that's okay," Angel giggled, squeezing Tommy's hand lightly. "I got the message. And I agree with it," he pressed a kiss to Tommy's jaw, sighing blissfully. They fit. Everything about them matched up. How could it not have been planned?
"I can get some cash, too," Angel offered. He'd never stolen anything before. And he definitely didn't want Tommy getting busted because of him. "Or better yet I can just grab a mirror too. I'll put it in a bag."
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Mar 30, 2007 0:50:33 GMT -5
Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 30, 2007 0:50:33 GMT -5
"Now I'm insane?" Tommy asked with a small giggle. "I think I prefer that to being an idiot I suppose. And as long as you like me when I'm drooling and in a straight jacket...then I'm ok with it." He winked at him.
Tommy ran his thumb up and down the top of Angel's hand. "Yeah...we can tell whoever decided all this that the message is fully recieved," He leaned his head back and sighed deeply. "Especially when you do that...it's even clearer."
"Whatever you want to do," Tommy said with a nod. "Just let me know what you want to do. Just as long as you do...and I'll cheer for you all the way. Do you have enough money to finance this? If not I really don't mind. I'm getting good at it...not that I'm a juvenile delinquent. I do smoke pot though..." He frowned hoping that that would be ok. "Nothing beyond that though. Nothing."
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Mar 30, 2007 19:50:07 GMT -5
Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 30, 2007 19:50:07 GMT -5
"Well...it depends on how much drool," Angel teased, pretending to think it over. "I suppose. I could still tolerate you, but I don't know...like's kind of a strong word...."
"Whoever that is," Angel agreed. He kissed Tommy's jaw again, his lips slowly trailing down towards the other boy's neck.
"I..." Angel paused, sighing softly. He didn't know. It wasn't like he had a job...and he couldn't just take his sister's stuff whenever he felt the need. It wouldn't be fair. And more importantly, they might not be his style. "Not...really sure...I could get a job. I should." He raised his eyes back up towards Tommy, his eyebrows raising a bit. "See? I knew I was getting in with the worng crowd," he teased, the edges of his mouth twitching upwards.
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Mar 31, 2007 21:50:42 GMT -5
Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 31, 2007 21:50:42 GMT -5
"Ha. Ha. Ha," Tommy mumbled with a smirk. "You might be getting to smart for your own good Angel. I might just have to...I don't know like you even more. With all of those quips. Looks, brains, and a sense of humor. Think I've it the jack pot of all jack pots." He decided wrapping his arms around Angel's waist.
Tommy leaned his head back and sighed. "I love it when you do that," He admitted.
"Oh well...it's ok. You got time for all of the job stuff. I should probably have one too...I don't want to live on campus when I go to college. Maybe over the semester I'll try to find one. But you got time to worry about that...unless you want to," Tommy said with a nod. Then he laughed quietly, relieved that Angel didn't go beserk over his less than...savory habits. "I know. I'm out to corrupt you!"
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Apr 1, 2007 0:08:25 GMT -5
Post by Angel Schunard on Apr 1, 2007 0:08:25 GMT -5
Angel blushed lightly as he let his arms wrap around Tommy's neck gently. "Maybe I did too," he added quietly. He knew how cheesy it was but he just did care. "Cute, funny, rebellious...and for the time being, in control of your saliva. What more could I ask for?"
"What?" Angel asked with a small smile, pressing his lips against the hollow under Tommy's ear.
"I've got...some time. I'll be a senior next year..." Angel paused for a second. That was the first time it really registered...and it was the first time it really registered that Tommy would be leaving the school at the end of the year. He'd known Tommy was a senior, but it never really connected in his head...he swallowed hard. Maybe he didn't have plans to go away yet. Or maybe he was fooling himself. With his parents there was no way Tommy didn't have plans. Angel tried his best to push the thought away...they'd cross that bridge when they came to it. He was thinking too far in advance...they had time. Some time. "I think you are. If I become a hippie it'll be all your fault!"
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Apr 1, 2007 19:19:10 GMT -5
Post by Tommy Collins on Apr 1, 2007 19:19:10 GMT -5
Tommy laughed quietly. "Is the control of the saliva...yep thankfully I got that at the moment. I can't promise anything but hopefully, I'll have that for a while." He smiled trying to ignore the heat in his face. Angel thought he was amazing too? Well, there was no comparison in his thoughts. But he did like to hear it...that he was worth a damn. And more importantly, that he was worth a damn to Angel.
"I...I love it when you do that...all of that," Tommy said closing his eyes and allowing the rush to fill him.
Tommy nodded watching Angel carefully. "I hope you aren't thinking that far in advance...cause I wouldn't worry about it. I'm only going an hour away anyways. And phones...and computers...nothing to worry about," He said to him hoping that he wasn't stressing about that. If their love was as strong as he thought it was...a few miles wasn't going to make a difference. Though, he would miss the kissing. Tommy laughed quietly and nodded. "Probably. But hey, being a hippie ain't so bad. I can tell you...minus the outfits. That's why I avoid those."
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