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 Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 10:31 am
Yeah, somehow Paris wouldn't peg him as the type to drive race-cars. He probably went around collecting teddy bears or something equally sweet and innocent. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Whatever floats your boat. Paris still kept a blanket he'd had since he was a baby to curl up with when he was feeling especially depressed, he just typically preferred to partake in more "adult" things.
"Okay, okay, you're not a prude. Don't get your panties in a bunch," Paris relented, waving his hand as if it didn't matter, attempting to calm the other boy down. "How about 'prissy' then? Like those fussy Victorian women who didn't like to show their ankles."
The fact the this kid hadn't even had sex certainly explained a bit of his prudery. The guy didn't know what he was missing. Paris had a mind to make the offer, but was momentarily sidetracked with the impulse to tease him more. "You can't even say 'sex,' can you? Seriously, it's not like it's a bad word or anything. It's plenty more polite than saying '********,'" he said with a wide grin.
Maybe he was taking it a bit too far. Nah. And if he was, it wasn't his fault. Really, it was too easy to goad this guy.
He paused when an introduction was finally made and looked down at the hand that was extended toward him. The name sounded a little bit familiar but, again, he was horrible with names. Paris considered taking Ladon's offered hand with the condom still held between his fingers, but he decided that would be just a little too mean and put the condom away before moving in for a handshake.
"Paris," he introduced himself, then added, "LeFay," more as an afterthought. He figured Ladon was harmless enough to reveal his last name to, though if he'd been anyone else he most likely would have kept it to himself.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 3:54 pm
If only Paris knew how the word "Victorian" touched Ladon. His first uniform had been describe as Victorian plenty of times, and he wondered now if his uniform somehow reflected who he was. If this girl was picking that out, maybe he said something about him. He hoped not. His frown kept deepening as Paris continued to add insult after insult to him. "First off, I don't wear panties." Ladon probably didn't know that it wasn't literal. "…and I'm not prissy. I just have a different type of standards. They might be high or weird for you, but that's just who I am and how I was raised." He would have crossed his hands if he wasn't offering one to shake her hand. "You sure changed your tune when you called me chivalrous when I first met you. Where did all that go?" It just seemed the longer he spent around Paris, the worse names he got demoted to. From knight to prissy Victorian woman. WTF?!
As if to contradict his declaration that he wasn't prissy, the word '********' had jerked him up to attention more than dumping a bucket of cold water on a cat, and he bristled at the word. For a boy who barely swore, and only when he was Wolframite, the word '********' had always rubbed him the long way. Not only was it a swear word, but it was one that also connected sex to it's already bad nature. Paris was quickly learning the many easy buttons that she could push to bristle the shorter boy.
If that word had been enough, the introduction had caused Ladon to look at her a moment, trying to smile, before his face nearly dropped and his eye went wide as he remembered something. It wasn't hard to remember the name Paris LeFay. It had been the name of plenty of gossip in Meadowview in the past. It was a big story in school about a loose, cross-dressing boy who liked to play around before he was kicked out. As for the reason, no one knew exactly why. Someone said it was for seducing a teacher. Some kids said that Paris wanted to get kicked out to get a sex change, while even more had their own wild, crazy explanations, all of which brutally ripped the reputation of Paris to shreds. It was no matter seeing as he wasn't around to defend himself, which suited the school populace just fine.
And this was where Ladon was left staring at Paris, and then slowly opened his mouth. "Paris LeFay……of Meadowview…..The Paris Lefay…" He then looked at the boy (BOY!) once over. He had seen Paris a few times while he was in school, dressed one day in a boy's uniform. Dressed other days in a girl's uniform. Now dressed this way, he found it hard to believe that he wasn't a girl. "…..you're ……..a boy?" He…he just couldn't compute that. He rescued and was now talking to a boy………in a skirt……….who had sex………with other boys……….like those two that had been fighting over him.
He was still shaking his hand, wondering what he felt about all of this. It was a little big out of his comfort zone to really know what he should be reacting to. Did he disapprove of him being gay? Well, no. He knew a few people who where. Z and Dem were both together (or so he got the indication) and he didn't mind them being together at all. Weird, yes, but he wasn't against them. At least they were loyal to each other. So was it the cross-dressing part? Hmm. Yes? He guessed, but he sort of dressed in a way that was girlish, but he never actually dressed AS a girl. Was it an issue for him? He didn't know. He had nothing against it as far as he had been tricked into thinking he was a girl, but it wasn't like he was hitting on the boy after all.
He just settled on the fact that it was surprising, and strange, and that he was with a boy, in a skirt, who was doing indecent things with a condom in his purse. That was enough to make Mr. Prude very uncomfortable.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 4:25 pm
"Chill out, it's just an expression," Paris said with a slight eye-roll when Ladon began to take offense to his comment. He hadn't meant to rile him up further by it, though he supposed a prude would feel insulted when it was insinuated that he wore girl undies, joke or not. "I never changed my mind about you being chivalrous, I just added a few more descriptions on top of it. Did you miss my white knight comment a little bit ago?"
He was smiling widely, all thought of anger or annoyance forgotten. He brightened even more when Ladon reacted to his name, appearing to recognize it quite easily. "Yup! Paris LeFay, formerly of Meadowview!" He paused and would have clapped his hands together in excitement if he wasn't currently in the midst of a handshake. "Wait, I'm a 'the' now?! So people are talking about me?! Wonderful!"
He didn't particularly care if they were saying horrible things. If only he could hear the rumors... he would probably enjoy them. The naughtier, the better, in his opinion. Seducing a teacher would have been a wonderful challenge; sadly, that had not been the case. The sex change notion was really good, though he couldn't say it was something he considered with any sort of seriousness. He just liked dressing like a girl; he didn't need to be one, but if people wanted to say he did, by all means. He was thrilled to cause so much talk and speculation. Knowing people were gossiping about it made him almost feel sad he'd had to leave. But being expelled had been totally worth it. The expression on that teacher's face when he found them would stay with him forever.
"And of course I'm a boy. Want me to prove it?" he asked. Paris lowered his free hand to the hem of his skirt as if he intended to lift it up, but he let go before Ladon could freak out too badly. "Just kidding. I won't traumatize you like that. I've probably been mean enough already. I'm surprised you're still hanging around. At least I know I do a decent job of passing off as a girl, though, right?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 6:16 pm
When the move had been made to actually prove he was a boy, Ladon flustered and made a move to stop Paris' hands, only too glad that the boy (Boy! He couldn't get over that!) had been kind enough to stop. When Ladon realized his hands were hovering dangerously close to his skirt, he jerked them back and curled them close, trying not to think that his hands and been close to gripping a boy's skirt. Yup. Not thinking of the idea that a boy was in a skirt.
"Yes. You're very convincing. If so many people didn't talk about you and you kept switching clothes in school, I think you could have passed." In fact, there had been plenty of gossip involved in boys being tricked into hitting on Paris to only have their friends joke with them later to show them that they had indeed made a mistake and, despite their mistake, poked fun that their friends were switching teams. In fact, Paris had been one of those headliners in Meadowview gossip plenty of times that it just became common to keep tabs on him to see what antics he would do next. Ladon had never been one to be in the inner circle to know what was going on in the school, usually the one person out of the loop and finding out things much later down the road when the news was old, but even he knew of Paris LeFay – which really did say how much of a big deal the boy had been.
"I didn't recognize you….and we were even Home Ec partners once." Of course Paris had been a horrible partner. The boy had been busy flirting with other people and daring not to mess with the food while Ladon did most of the work. In short, Ladon had done all the work and just tried avoiding Paris like the plague. It didn't help that he had been threatened once just for being Paris' partner because he was working with him even though they had been assigned together by the teacher and not volunteered. It wasn't like the pair of them had talked much either. Ladon was, as always, trying to keep his head down and just avoid any drama while Paris was the type of person to bask in his own spotlight.
"You never helped me cook that casserole by the way." He pointed out, though Ladon hadn't been really thrilled about making it in the first place. He hated casseroles.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 7:24 pm
He could be nice when he wanted to be, especially to people who amused him, and while Ladon had come close to putting him in a foul mood, he was at least entertaining. And somewhat adorable, in the "oh my god, how can you possibly be so innocent and naive?" sort of way. Paris was almost tempted to ruffle Ladon's hair or pat him on the head, but somehow he didn't think that would be appreciated, and he'd already harassed him enough for one day.
Look at him, being all considerate. Sometimes Paris even surprised himself.
"We were in a class together?" he wondered. He thought back and tried to come up with an appropriate memory. "You know, I think I might remember that. A little. You didn't have the eye-patch then, did you?" He was pretty sure he would have remembered if he had. It wasn't every day he came across a kid around his age with an eye-patch.
"Huh. Imagine that. Small world, right? Sorry I wasn't all that helpful. I cook so much for my dad when I'm actually at home, I don't want to do it when I'm at school. You know how it is. Actually, you probably don't, but whatever."
He dug around in his purse again, searching through it until he found a stray piece of paper and a bright pink pen. "I'll make it up to you sometime, okay?" he said, scribbling on the paper as he spoke. "I'll bake you cookies or cupcakes or muffins or something. Anything you want. You'd be surprised, I'm actually a good cook."
Paris shoved the piece of paper into Ladon's hand when he was done with it, forcing him to grab hold of it. "That's my number. Call me or text me whenever you want. And if you're ever up for a good time," he paused to wink, "just let me know. I can make things happen."
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 7:50 pm
Every little girl thing the boy did was something Ladon found strangely fascinating. A boy opening his purse. A boy taking out his pink pen. A boy talking about making him cookies and giving him his number. Why wasn't Paris a girl?!!!
At the mention of his eye patch, he shook his head. "This is recent." He said, hesitant to even gesture at his face, not at all thrilled about bringing attention to his missing eye. Instead, he passed it off as something that was there, didn't need any further discussion, and should be best avoided from any conversation. It was there, an eye was missing, moving on. It wasn't like he could exactly say the real reason it was gone, and he got tired saying his fake story all the time. It was one that basically involved him explaining that he was alone, his parents were in a coma, and he got into an accident during that time – which just made him sound like a child that needed constant supervision.
"And I do cook." He pointed out. "I just don't bake." He burned what he baked. It was a person annoyance to him that he could cook anything on the range, but what he really liked, that being baked goods, was something he failed miserably at. He could give the directions to the best bakeries in town because of his own personal failures, but he still wished to at least make cookies without them turning into brown hockey pucks.
He looked he number over, the letters loopy and in pink, and if it had been anyone else, if it had been a GIRL, it would have been very flattering and would probably have made him deep red. Instead, it only made him faintly pink, just because someone actually cared to make him food, and then it went deep red at the mention of a good time, and if it hadn't been for the wink, he would have thought it was just a nice invitation to hang out.
"Oh, you're horrible. I won't be needing that." He said, and slowly pocketed the paper. "….but the rest sounds nice."
With a look around, he breathed out. "Well, it looks clear now. It…was nice meeting you. Just….keep some mace on you next time. You might say you can beat someone to a pulp, but….if you're going to pretend to be a girl, please pretend to act like one that wouldn't want to get her face beaten in." And with a rather meek smile, he gestured for Paris to take her leave. Boy or girl, she was the closest thing to a lady between them, and for that, it was ladies first.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 8:40 pm
He was even wearing ruffled panties, but he was sure Ladon didn't want to see them. How sad. They were his favorite pair! As for why he wasn't a girl, well... the fates just seemed to work that way. But anyone was welcome to think of him as a girl if they wanted. He didn't mind. One could say he even encouraged it, what with the clothes and the make up and other typically girly tendencies.
Paris gave another curious look to Ladon's eye patch before shrugging when it seemed as if he didn't want to talk about it. Instead, Paris slipped his pen back into his bag and smiled when Ladon turned down his offer. "Actually, I've been told I'm a really good lay but, you know, you're welcome to your own opinion." His smile turned into a grin, as he was unable to stop himself from getting in one last teasing comment. "Sorry, couldn't help myself. But I'll bake you something, okay? I even promise to be good next time. Maybe I'll even wear pants."
Paris snorted at Ladon's warning and chose not to explain that mace would probably do little more than make the person angrier. He'd let Ladon think his lectures and warnings were doing him some good if it'd make the kid feel better. "Thank you," he said when Ladon gestured for him to leave first. "You're too kind."
He bent his knees in a playful curtsy, before turning to head off. He paused once he'd taken a few steps away, glancing back over his shoulder at the other boy. "You know, Ladon, if either of us was a lady, it'd be you," he told him.
It was the truth, what with how prissy and prudish he was.
Paris cackled hysterically and scurried off before Ladon could voice a retort. "See you around!" he said with a wave over his shoulder.
Now what to do for the rest of the day?
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