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 Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2017 8:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 3:07 pm
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 Nathan "Nate" Klein
His shift went as usual, with only a man getting a few too many and had to be escorted out of the bar. And once again, there had been no sights of a certain blond. Nathan would wonder if Andre was still up to the same thing but going to another bar or maybe that place they went in together.. But always told himself to not wonder about Regina's boyfriend. It wasn't good. When his shift was over, the bartender collected his phone and scrolled through the notifications, a small smile reaching his lips when he saw Eric's name on them. He wasted no second and answered it, finally forcing himself to see if the other man wanted to hang out with him and some of his friends, after all Nathan didn't work tomorrow and he got off early today. While he waited for the answer, Nathan flagged a cab and slipped inside once the car came to a stop, giving his friend's home address. The ride there was a bit long, over half an hour but by the time he arrived, the bartender already got an answer from Eric, saying that today was no good for him but that he would love to do something on the weekend. While it was a bit disappointing, it wasn't as much as other times he had started to go out with someone he found interesting. Perhaps... He didn't find the other that interesting? Or maybe it was something else. Nathan had eventually made his way into Scott's apartment, there were already some of his friends there and they seemed to be maybe, a bit more than just drunk. Ah, he will have to catch up. And so he did, with the help of some shots and much to his dismay his thoughts went circling back to Andre... Not entirely sure why. Maybe it was because most of his friends where there with their partners, be them girls or guys or that Eric didn't came to keep his mind busy or a mixture of those things. But the blond had popped into his mind, so much, that he even sent a drunk text of: ' Hope your being a goodd boy ' Not even stopping to correct any misspelling. That would be tomorrow Nathan's problem. ChewingGumBomb It was great! Got so much sleep =u = |
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 3:51 pm
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 Andre sighed and rubbed his eyes, deciding it was time to collect his rapidly numbing arm from under his sleeping girlfriend. The blonde began to gently try to roll her other side, carefully beginning to pull out from under as to not disturb her sleep. A groan broke out from the young woman, causing him to pause and wait it out until she sighed in her sleep and returned to silently breathing. He was in the clear. The blonde looked down at her sleeping face, thinking how such an endearing sight could so easily wreak havoc in his psyche: soft features, dark full eyelashes, smooth skin… every bit of it wasted on him. Such a damn shame.
He reached over to his night stand to take a sip of water just in time to catch sight of the backlight of his phone surreptitiously lighting up to silently signal the arrival of a message. Andre stared at it in defiance– no one from would would be reaching out, his girlfriend was asleep next to him, and the only other people that could be reaching out at this hour were bound to end his streak of loyalty. He rolled over onto the bed and closed his eyes to try to sleep, but a flash of wishful thinking jolted him back awake: could it be Nathan? No… they agreed they’d stay away from each other, he’d said it himself. He closed his eyed again, thinking if he could relax for a bit then maybe he’d be able to catch a few REM cycles before it was time to get up for work. Wait a minute, today was Friday… so that’s why Regina had gotten so pissy when he claimed he was too tired to do anything today. Although to be fair with the current situation at work he’d probably have to dedicate a few hours this weekend. Perhaps Nathan is just checking in to see how he’s doing. Nope, don’t got there. Alright… the gym would be closing early tomorrow so I’d probably be best to go in the morning after breakfast. French toast. Nathan. “Goddamnit” the blonde sighed under his breath as he reached for the phone to check his messaged, spotting a sloppy test from Nathan and feeling utterly unable to restrain from smiling or replying: ‘why? Looking for something to corrupt?’
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 4:22 pm
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Nathan "Nate" Klein
There was a drunken debate going on, but his mind wasn't really being able to catch enough of it so he could truly participate. Something about which Pennywise was better... Instead, he just nodded along or even threw in a comment or two that, in his opinion, would rattle some feathers like " The first was more scary~" It was fun. His phone, which was resting on his lap at the moment, vibrated twice against his leg, the screen lighting up with the arrival of Andre's text. Nathan wasn't even aware about the silly grin that had reached his face at it. ` Hahah can you be curropted even more? ヾ(*ゝω・*)ノ ' while he didn't seem to waste time on checking his typing, Nathan did have time to create elaborate emojis. ` You didnt answer the questionn'
Was his followup text. He could hear someone in the back asking why he was smiling that much, which caused the bartender to snort and frown soon after. Trying hard to keep gone, but the corner of his lips kept on twitching with the need to do just that. Agh! Why did they say that? Now he just wanted to smile more! " I am not " There was a slight slur to his voice and his eyes felt heavy. Maybe it was time to switch to water... But then Scott offered him a new beer, and he decided that after that one, he would make the switch. ChewingGumBomb Isn't it? Hahah I really needed to catch on sleep x3 Also, couldn't resist until they run into each other and had him drunk text Andre~ |
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 4:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 5:46 pm
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Nathan "Nate" Klein
He was getting a bit sleepy. It was becoming more of a struggle to keep his blue eyes open. He was halfway done with that beer, drinking a bit more faster than usual. Getting the signal that another text had arrived, Nathan eagerly opened it. Ah god. Why didn't he feel this way when Eric messaged him? He couldn't help but thing about the meaning on the blond's words, finding that, they were in a similar situation. Was it that bad to feel good about that? It wasn't all the time however, when his mind will bring out those memories, but during the few days and overall the whole week, Nathan's mind always found a way to drift towards Andre, though being with the brunette did help control it, sometimes it would happen even in the company of the other, worst of all, comparing the brunette with the blond in some aspects. ' I hope not, because I have been getting plenty of those...' While it was implied that he was seeing someone, Nathan still didn't feel like saying it directly. ' I'm always goood! Unless i'm with you,' It was true. He had been very bad that day. And it wasn't all Andre's fault. Nathan raised to his feet, feeling like being alone. So he did the most logical thing of the moment and made his way, stumbling just a little, to Scott's bedroom. Pushing the door open and making a bee line to the bed. Simply flopping down on it like a dead weight. Scott wouldn't mind. They had been friends for too long to really be bothered by such things. ' I'm soo tired haha, i'm gonna just sleep here ' He announced, not seeming to comprehend at that point that Andre would have no idea of where he was. 'l want to tease youu more tho' Was the last thing that his uninhibited decided to type. A part of him realised that sending that had been a mistake, but at his current state, Nathan couldn't really do much. |
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 6:34 pm
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Andre took the time to draw some lines, trying to figure out exactly what it is he wanted to sketch while he left his hands do a freestyle dance, taking breaks to spoon some ice cream into his mouth. His phone didn’t take long to light up again, he picked it up and read the first message with a smile gracing his expression yet again. He felt a tingling sensation in his stomach, some might call it butterflies. However, as two more messages popped onto his screen his expression fell and the tingling was replaced by a wringing sensation in his stomach. Was Nathan… with someone else? He put the phone on the couch where he was sitting face-down and returned to sketching on the envelope, feeling his emotions rattle. Three facts drummed at his brain: the man wasn’t home, wasn’t alone, and was clearly involved with someone. His grip on the pen involuntarily tightened. However, he wasn’t in a position to think anything of it– he was dating his sister for ******** sake. Actually… he was soon to be moved in with his sister. And Nathan was free to see whoever he pleased, and sleep wherever he pleased, and forget him in the hands of someone else.
The thought made him snap. He rabidly tossed the pen on the ground and looked down at his work: a headless male torso brought a scowl to his expression. The blonde took the piece of paper, crumpled it tightly and moved to the kitchen to toss it in the recycling with punctuating force (he was a horrible person but saving the earth was indisputable). He opened the spice cabinet and dug around in the back to retreat his secret stash of tightly-rolled joints, lighting one with the stove, successfully settling his frustration almost immediately. He rubbed his face and returned to the couch to grab his phone, feeling a lot calmer after a second drag ‘getting over me so soon? Well, he’s a lucky guy’ He paused, wanting to fuel this back and forth, but knowing it was a terrible idea ’we learned what teasing can lead to last time…’ He dreaded sending it but it had to be done.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 7:37 pm
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Nathan "Nate" Klein
The phone vibrated against his cheek and the light made the bartender squint despite being closed. Slowly, they slid open and letting out a soft groan, his hand reached for the phone. Mn, he still felt a bit lightheaded but heavy. It wasn't a fun mix, but his eyes still managed to focus on the new text. Nathan felt his heart stop, a cold feeling washing over him at those words. He wasn't in the right mind to confront why he was feeling that way. Instead, he was more concerned with other thing. But typing was becoming more of a hassle to do, so after a few failed attempts, the bartender grew frustrated and decided to tap on the microphone icon. " I'm really trying to... But you it's so hard Andre, " His voice was raspy and low, a little above a whisper laced with a honestly painful tone to it. There was no denying that. It was hard, specially during those first days where the marks left by the blond still lingered brightly on his body. " I know.. I know, " Nathan's words were followed by a soft laugh. In the background, the blond could hear some music and voices along with the rustling of sheets. " I get too greedy and want to have you all.. Ah~ even now I'm feeling that way, I want to hear your voice-" As the bartender said that, the background noise grew a bit louder as the door was open, Scott stumbling inside and letting out an annoyed groan. " Take your shoes off before getting on bed! " Nathan's finger slipped off the phone, ending the recording there. He propped himself up to a sitting position, watching his friend fumble around for something as he struggled to get his shoes off. Seemed his friend was searching fro his pipe, and once Scott had it, he left the room again. |
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 8:00 pm
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His head felt like it was filled with soft warm wool, his extremities now slow and limp, and the knot in his stomach wound tighter. Andre watched the smoke accumulate above him, thinking back to all the times Regina scolded him for smoking this particular herb and how he had made her think he had quit by switching to cigarettes. He huffed a laugh at the thought of her waking up tomorrow morning to the smell and felt ridiculous for thinking he should open a window– this was his apartment, he should be able to do as he pleased. The phone lit up again, and Andre propped the joint against a coffee table book, Greek Interior Design (seriously, who had he become?). He hadn’t expected a reply, and yet there it was in the form of a voice message.
The blonde turned up the volume just enough to be able to hear the recording when he placed the speaker next to his ear. The sound of Nathan’s sleepy voice stirred every sense of need inside of him, he was frozen in time for a few seconds wanting to both laugh and cry at the pathetic mess they had made. However, his moment was ended with the sound of a second voice coming in from the background– a male voice demanding Nate take off his shoes. Andre would’ve found it hilarious if it weren’t for the pang of dejection that hit him like a blow to the solar apex. The blonde eyed his melted ice cream and toyed with the idea of pressing the call button, but something in him wouldn’t allow it. He began to type out a message about how he felt it too, hard it was, and how maybe it didn’t have to be this way… but that was promptly erased before it left his screen. As his last resort, he pressed the record button on his own phone and lifted brought it near his lips, uttering a simple “goodnight, Nathan” dripping in blues. And the of it thought brought him a memory of his eyes. And he understood he was hopeless.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 8:41 pm
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Nathan "Nate" Klein
He had returned to his previous position, laying on the bed. Andre's reply came before his eyes slipping closed, and Nathan was able to press play on the voice message he got. A warm sensation spread from his face to the rest of his body, a smile settling on his face. It was oddly soothing to hear the blond wishing him a goodnight, despite it also being sad. " Night, " He said in reality to no one, but to a certain blond in his head. The bartender rolled to his other side, his arms reaching for the pillow and positioned it so he could both hug and rest his head on it. Sleep claiming his mind. When morning arrived, the black haired male was feeling quite shitty and with a terrible headache. Slipping out of bed was easy, he only had to shift a little to his left and fell right out of the bed. Scott at some point had joined him on the bed, and succeeded on pushing Nate all the way to a little spot on the far end of the bed, the amber haired male laying sprawled across the mattress. Ugh right. He spent the night at Scott's. With a pained sound, Nathan held his head as he raised to his feet. Blue eyes looking for both, a glass of water and his phone. His friend always brought water to bed... But this time, the other man seemed to forgot about it. At least he spotted his phone, sticking out of under a pillow. Collecting it, Nathan brought it to the kitchen, soon serving himself a nice tall glass of water, while trying to remember the entire previous night.. After taking a sip of the water after the glass was full, the bartender set the glass down on the counter. Oh. s**t. His heart raced as his attention when fully on his phone, feeling his body both grow cold and hot at the same time. He... Texted Andre, no, even worse. He sent voice messages. Nathan rushed to the bathroom, locking himself inside as he replayed his messages and the one he got from Andre. <********>. Why, why did he said that? He had single handedly made their mess even worse! Still, drowning in his own self-hatred and embarrassment from the things he said... He couldn't help but keep playing Andre's one voice message, and each time it would send a chill down his spine. Should he... Send a message to apologise? Or just... Try to pretend that too never happened? |
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 10:10 pm
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Andre let his head rest on the couch for a few moments before realizing he should get himself to bed before he fell asleep out here and allow the the joint to burn down the building. He straightened, picking up the mug and what was left of his smoke and walking over to the kitchen, quickly taking care of his own mess. He picked up his phone and turned it off to discourage himself to keep thinking about their conversation and considering sending a follow-up. The blond crept back to bed where Regina was still asleep in the same position, and slid into the covers turning to face the back of her head on the pillow opposite to his. His fingers trailed to her dark hair, softly caressing apologies into her hair as the guilt sank in.
The next morning he woke up to his girlfriend gently shaking him by the shoulder. Andre sat up and rubbed his face groggily, “it’s noon” the girl said plainly “get in the shower and let’s go grab some lunch, I’m starving.” The blonde looked up at her and groaned, why was she so opposed to having a lazy morning every once in a while? “Can’t we just order in?” he begged, standing from the bed and reaching the glass of water on his nightstand. “If you don’t get up now it’ll just get harder as the day goes on” she insisted, and she was right “is Italian okay? I want to make reservations.” The blonde dragged himself to the bathroom and started the shower without bothering to close the door “Italian sounds great” he agreed in a monotone as he stripped and checked the water temperature. He looked over to Regina while she was beginning to make the bed and a smirk spread on his face "I think you should join me in here" He suggested coyly, knowing some intimacy could help ease tension in their relationship and help him distract the burning need to turn on his phone and type out a text message to Nathan. However, he was met with a rotund eye roll "I think you should hurry up" she retorted.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 4:35 pm
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Nathan "Nate" Klein
He wasn't sure how long he stayed just there, going through the situation over and over again. But it was a knock on the door that made him snap out of it. " Hey, I need to take a shower.. You done there? " He heard Scott's voice came through the door. Nathan took a moment before answering. " Ah, yeah. " The bartender forced himself to the door, unlocking it and stepping outside, allowing the other male to walk into the bathroom. " Hey, you alright? " Scott asked, giving him a look that said that he knew something was up but Nathan simply smiled and shook his head. " Nah, my head is just killing me... I think I need some food and water. " This wasn't something he wished to share, not even if he knew that his friend wouldn't judge him too harshly. Sometime later, Scott was done with his shower and Nate was allowed to borrow it, changing back into his previous clothes that still smelled like cigars and alcohol. Ugh. He really needed to get home and change. They walked out of the apartment together and for a few blocks, Scott had planned to spend the day with his girlfriend and Nathan was supposed to make plans with Eric or rather, the brunette already had made plans for them but Nathan had yet to answer those texts. He should do that. But he didn't felt like it. To be honest he just wanted to hide away in his apartment. Nathan walked down the street, deciding to take the long way back, phone in hand as his blue eyes simply stared at it for most part of his walk. Finally forcing himself to answer Eric's messages ' Sure, I will be there by 6:30-7:00.. Should I bring something? ´ |
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 5:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2017 6:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2017 7:47 pm
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The glare of the screen was staring to ache Andre’s eyes so he decided it was time to take a break from working on a Saturday. He stood up and walked to his liquor cabinet, surveying the contents and deciding he’d settle for half a thumb’s height of whiskey over ice. The blonde took a sip and sighed, feeling the relaxing sensation course through his body almost instantly followed by the thought of the blue-eyed man. The smell of his drink brought him back to that night he’d spend so much time constructing and deconstructing the past few weeks. The taste, the cold sensation of ice, the warmth of his breath. He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to shake away the thought, as he walked back to his couch to sit back down an being his work again. At least when he was focused on building the case he was less susceptible to wandering thoughts.
Until his phone announced a reply, that is. Andre finished the excel chart he was working on before lifting the device, seeing the code name he had given the other man on his contact book in the event that someone found their conversation: ‘Blue’. He opened the message and smiled to himself, typing out a reply without hesitating– thinking? Seems like neither one of us is doing much of that these days. He went to take a sip of his drink but in the moment he wound up tipping the glass all the way back and pouring the contents of the glass down his throat. A cry for help? No, more like an ode to liquid courage. We miscalculated in making our deal. Did you mean some of what you sent? He shut the computer, knowing he wasn’t going to work any longer today, and moved to the bed to rest his eyes and let the whiskey course through him.
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