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Post by &&.matthew daskon. on Feb 6, 2010 18:06:44 GMT
“Well...” Matthew paused, his heart racing. He moved, until he was facing Keith, and also sitting right next to him. He wondered how to say this, what do do, and how it would turn out. The dark-haired year nine blinked a few times, and gazed at the other jock, blue eyes unreadable. Though his stance was calm, his mind was racing, thinking of all the different ways Keith could react. “Why don’t we try it again?” he suggested lightly, and before he’d even processed what he was doing, his lips were against Keith’s.
95 words;; good muse;; YAOI. xD |
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Post by */ keith gray on Feb 6, 2010 18:59:29 GMT
"well..."
well what? the blonde frowned a little, and just then he realised that the dark haired year nine was right next to him and facing him. keith tilted his head to the side a little, confused. what? by studying the other person's figure, matt was calm, so keith assumed he was calm. he himself was confused and a bit tense as well as nervous. he heard a soft suggestion, and before keith had time to understand what was happening, he felt the other jock's lips against his own. the orphan was still for a moment, completely frozen at what was happening, before he slowly kissed the other jock back, noticing how soft matt's lips were. he also noted how their lips were melded together perfectly, as if they were meant to be together...
love...? the thought was the only thing in keith's mind, until he pulled away after what felt like an hour but was really about half a minute. the jock fixed his eyes on matt, almost biting his bottom lip (which was a bad habit, for sometimes he actually made his lip bleed, but keith liked pain for some strange reason, and he had a weird fascination with blood too) as he kept his now dark green eyes on matthew, nervous.
NOTES} <33333333333333333333333
... and cecil layed down on the bed and put his paws over his eyes. xD
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Post by &&.matthew daskon. on Feb 6, 2010 19:21:28 GMT
“Uh...” Matt didn’t know what to say. Damn these awkward moments! he thought, but he met Keith’s gaze full on, blue staring into green. But his own stare was worried. “What’re we going to do about this?” he asked; it was mainly aimed at himself. With a sigh, he looked down at Cecil, not wanting to meet Keith’s eyes now, for fear of what emotion would be mixed in them. But, he knew he had to, and dragged his gaze away from the siberian husky to the other year nine. “Keith...”
93 words;; muse is good;; what happens now  one of them has to, eventually, say that they love the other one. who will it be, though? |
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Post by */ keith gray on Feb 6, 2010 19:36:13 GMT
it was so awkward. the moment he pulled away he stared at matt, seeing the worry in the other male's eyes. the question matt just asked, the blonde noted that it was more aimed at himself, so the scottish teenager stayed silent, looking down and staring at the bed. what was this...? why? the blonde suddenly knew the answer when he heard the other student say his name, so the erratic teen spoke as soon as his name had faded into the air.
"matt... i'm wasn't sure... but now i think..." SPIT IT OUT! the sudden voice in his mind made keith suddenly look to the side, away from the bed, his eyes wide for a fraction of a second before he relaxed. it was just him who had shouted at himself mentally, no one else... he was just getting very short-tempered with himself, that was it...
"i think i'm in love with you, matt..." the words would have been too quiet to hear if matt was over by the bedpost again.
NOTES} your question has been answered. (:
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Post by &&.matthew daskon. on Feb 6, 2010 20:45:25 GMT
“Keith...” Matthew repeated his name again. “I... I think I’m in love with you too,” he whispered, his voice also very quiet. On instinct, knowing that it wouldn’t feel strange in any way anymore, he gently took Keith’s hand in his own and blinked softly. His parents had always told him love didn’t exist that age, but Matthew knew it did, for sure. Love existed at any age, people just didn’t realise it...
74 words;; a little weak, since i writ half and had to go away for a while then write the rest x.x ;; it exists fo’ sho’ :3 |
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Post by */ keith gray on Feb 6, 2010 22:59:33 GMT
the whispered answer made keith look up slowly, looking at the dark haired jock with dull yet sparkling eyes. slowly, when matt had taken his hand, the teen moved closer to the dark haired jock. the scottish teen took his hand away from the other teenager's hand and slowly hugged matt around the stomach area, resting his head on the dark haired jock's shoulder. if keith were a cat, he'd be purring - loudly. the blonde felt a bit warm as he hugged matt, not wanting to say anything for the moment.
... well, truth be told, keith had nothing to say, or ask.
NOTES} <3
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Post by &&.matthew daskon. on Feb 6, 2010 23:36:18 GMT
Matthew blinked once, and then put his arms around the shorter year nine, thinking of how right it now seemed. He wasn’t worried any more, just thinking of how everybody in their year would react. He smiled slightly, imagining their different reactions, and the instinctive knowledge that neither the dark-haired jock or Keith would show any care of what they thought. Matt let his arms go properly around Keith, not just around his shoulders, knowing that no other words needed to be spoken.
84 words;; good muse;; too much adorability to count! aww, and as i was listening to this, this song (click) came on. “you might never get this moment again...” i know it’s about loving a girl, but some of the lyrics are really nice <3 |
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Post by */ keith gray on Feb 7, 2010 15:58:42 GMT
it was all so very quiet. no words were needed to be spoken. the silence, however, were broken by the siberian husky barking loudly.
the blonde opened his eyes from his slight doze, pulling away from matthew and looking over at his dog, who had disappeared off the bed. keith blinked a few times, confused as he crawled away from matt and moved over to the edge of the bed. there was cecil, lying on the floor. "seehhh-silllll..." keith called quietly, earning a loud bark in response and almost getting hit in the face by his dog's head as he jumped back onto the bed. the scottish jock sat back, ruffling his dog's fur, having decided to give cecil the attention instead of matt.
for now.
NOTES} "seh-sill" is how you pronounce cecil, if you didn't know. xD
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Post by &&.matthew daskon. on Feb 7, 2010 20:29:22 GMT
A smirk filled across Matthew’s face slowly as Keith went to comfort Cecil. Leaning forward, he gently ruffled the dog’s scruff, then leant against the bedpost again, watching the other year nine and the husky hug. He looked at the time on his watch – it was 9.00 PM. “Woah. It’s nine in the evening, Keith. Time flies while you’re having fun, huh?” He grinned, and said, “I better go now, though. I’ll, er, see you in lessons tomorrow, and stuff. We should hang out after school.” He waited for Keith to say goodbye, absentmindedly patting down the quilt where he’d sat as he waited.
104 words;; good muse;; goodbyes D: |
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Post by */ keith gray on Feb 8, 2010 17:13:07 GMT
whoa, nine pm? no wonder he was starting to get a bit tired. perhaps he would also sleep better tonight, because of his new found love with matt... the blonde blinked a couple of times, before he looked over to his desk. slowly he got off his bed, going towards it, taking the random post it notes he had, and a pen. quickly, he jotted down his phone number, zero seven seven six five five zero seven one three, before taking off the post-it note, and trudging towards matt. he pressed the note into his lover's hand, "that's my number... also, if we do hang out tomorrow, it'll have to be after five thirty, 'cause i'm going to be at the stables." slow blink, before keith suddenly kissed the dark haired jock on the lips. "now you may go," a small, cheeky grin was on keith's face.
NOTES} omnomnom. >>
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one of them has to, eventually, say that they love the other one. who will it be, though?