Do you ever just need to be touched? Not even in a sexual way, just touched. A hug, a pat on the back, a squeeze of your hand. Just fucking anything to make you feel like you’re still real.
Hector nodded in agreement, glad the kid got it. He smiled a little, head shaking. He had a hard time understanding cheating anymore. When he was a teenager, he’d admit, he’d had slept around more than a little, but most of the girls he hooked up with knew the deal, knew how it all worked. Odessa hadn’t signed on for that. “Oh, I try to. My sister would tell you b rains were never my strength.” He laughed, looking at at Bryan.
“If you ever want to do something nair related to them, I’d be glad to act as a look out.” Hector picked up another cookie, thinking over what all the younger man had said. He squinted at Bryan, head tilting. “You’ve never been in a relationship?” He asked. “Dude, how? You’re a catch! You’re easy to live with and you bake!”
“Nah, I think you seem pretty smart,” Bryan chuckled out, “Smarter than some of the people I know, at least, and that counts for a lot.” He couldn’t help but grin at hearing the other’s words, looking thoughtful. “It’s really tempting,” He admitted, “But I feel like if we did that, they’d think of something even worse, and I’m not about to get into a war with them, even if I think we’d eventually win. There’s enough crazy going on around here as it is, sadly.”
At Hector’s words about dating, he laughed and looked sheepish. “Growing up gay in a small farm town will do that,” He started, rubbing the back of his neck, “Not so many accepting people, and I mean… I got some guys numbers and stuff when I moved here, but it hasn’t amounted to much yet, that’s all.”
[ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you doing?
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[ 📲 • sms ] —— do you like me?
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[ 📲 • sms ] —— miss you 😘
[ 📲 • sms ] —— stop sending me that wink face.
[ 📲 • sms ] —— are you okay?
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[ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to sext me?
[ 📲 • sms ] —— my dog/cat said he/she missed you.
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her nose crinkles, a sloppy smile lacing her lips as she glances up at him. “am so, lawyers object all the time.” she counters happily. all octavia’s life she’s been willing to argue about anything and everything. her mother used to say she could argue with an empty room, so in her drunken state being a lawyer wasn’t very far off. once settled in bed, octavia’s quick to cuddle up against her roommate, laying peacefully as his fingers comb through her hair. “i’m your roommate, you should never have your phone on silent, mistake number uno.” she tells him, lifting her head slightly to lean on his chest. “we could adventure together tomorrow.”
“You’re not a lawyer, this isn’t a court, and I meant you’re not allowed to object with me. If you somehow end up a lawyer, you can object all you want,” Bryan laughed out, shaking his head lightly at Octavia and how adorable she is. He hummed as he played with her hair, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’ll go on and set it so that even if I have it on silent your calls will come through. Sound like a plan?” He continued to braid her hair, nodding his head then at her suggestion. “That sounds good,” He agreed, “We can go do something fun, maybe with less alcohol though. Maybe milkshakes.”
Hector smiled, looking down at the plate. “Dude.” He said, voice low, almost reverent. He looked up at Bryan, nodding along with what he was talking about. He smiled a little, dropping his eyes to the cookies. He picked one up and bit into it, smiling at the mention of Odessa. He nodded a little, swallowing it. He shrugged a little, shaking his head.
“Nah, man, it’s just the right thing to do. Odessa deserves better. She’s wonderful, she shouldn’t have anything less than the same, you know? What Jasper was doing wasn’t right. Like I know he’s only 20, right? But if you’re going to commit to being in an adult relationship, act like an adult. Don’t talk with other girls. when they try and talk at you like that, politely tell them not to. It’s not that hard. I don’t know man it just pissed me of. Odessa deserves better.” Hector shook his head, realizing he was rambling, “But, yeah, of course man. We’re friends. The fact that you see the right side of things here already makes us good.”
Bryan was hopeful, and couldn’t help but grin when Hector ate one of the cookies. He’d used his favorite recipe for them, so he hoped that the older boy liked them. Hearing what he said, he nodded his head quickly in agreement. “She does. She’s amazing, and one of my very best friends here,” He spoke, “She deserves the best of the best. And like… I know Jasper’s my age and we’re still young but… over eighteen, and adults. And while acting like a kid is fun, there’s a line, especially in a relationship.”
He leaned back on the counter, taking a deep breath. “The fact that he’s talking to that… other girl,” He continued, pausing for a second as if he were going to say something else, but deciding to be nice, “And acting like that is crazy. I’ve never even been in a relationship and I know better than that. I told ‘dessa I’m tempted to put some nair in their shampoo or something.” He chuckled softly then, clear it was just a thought and he wasn’t actually going to attempt it, as funny as it would be. When Hector said that they were friends, Bryan lit up. “Awesome,” He chirped out, “And totally. Good to see some of us have some brains on this floor, huh?”
“Sandcastles are the best, aren’t they?” He said with no small amount of pride, as though he had invented sandcastles. He knew it was childish, his enjoyment of things like this, his tendency to indulge in what he wanted when he wanted. But hell, kids had fun. And they had fun because they did what they wanted, when they wanted. Everyone deserved a little self-made happiness in their lives.
He cocked his head at the other boy as he handed over a castle mold and a shovel. “We dug a little pit over there,” he gestured about twenty feet away, nearer to the water line, “where the water spills in with the tide to keep the sand wet. What’s wrong at the house?” Bryan as far as he knew was a hard person to rile; if he was annoyed with something at the house, it was a fairly serious deal, and that piqued Louis’ interest.
Bryan couldn’t help but chuckle at the way Louis said that, though enjoying the way the other was being childish. They were here to have fun, after all, and being childish was something that Bryan was pretty good at. “They are,” He agreed, “Especially when they’re made well, or when you get to stomp them down after you’re finished with them.” Who hadn’t pretended they were a dino or a dragon to destroy the castle?
He took the mold and shovel, glancing over at the pit that Louis was talking about and nodding. “Great idea,” He agreed, “Best way to make it.” When the other asked him about the house, Bryan pursed his lips for a moment and paused. Although Louis was a friend and Bryan trusted the older boy, he wasn’t exactly sure of the other’s relationships with those he was upset with. That, and he didn’t want to rock the boat and end up with them finding out; the last thing he wanted to do was make waves and cause a fight while they were here, after all.
“There are a few people that have done and said some things lately that I’m not entirely happy with, or comfortable being around,” he tried instead of flat out admitting the names, “And so I’ve just been trying to stay away as much as I can, instead of starting a fight or ending up punching someone.” That was a laugh; despite his working out and muscles, Bryan wasn’t about to punch anyone, he didn’t think he really ever could.
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