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 Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 10:52 pm
She drummed her brown fingers on the table and then her eyes met his: tangerine to golden, serious, staring, acute. Jace shuffled in her seat until she was elbows-on the table, the spaghetti straps on her top shuffling off her shoulders, cupping one scratched hand over her mouth as she beckoned him forward with the gesture of this is the world's most important secret. When Iggy moved forward enough, she hissed soberly --
"Can you get your dad to give me an a** tattoo? I want one so bad."
Then she did crack up, but.
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 11:00 pm
"Jaaaace." Iggy scowled and picked up a napkin, wadding it up and chucking it at her head. "I'm bein' serious here. s**t, girl." He huffed and crossed his arms over his lean chest. "Whatever. I tried."
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 11:12 pm
"Okay, okay," she said, immediately relenting, and tossing the napkin back, "Come on, man, being a d**k's just in my DNA. It's my middle name. Jacoba Dickass Darnell. Look, it's hard being all fee-heelings with me, okay? I get embarrassed. I don't do feelings. No entiendo. I kind of made out with Antony, how gay is that. No wonder he ran away like a pregnant chick."
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 11:16 pm
The reaction was gratifying in its immediacy; Iggy wrinkled his nose and exhaled what almost sounded like "eugh." Then he shook his head as if to banish the expression. Reaching up, he ran his hair through his tumbled hair and regarded her. "So you kissed Antony," he repeated. "Huh. He never said anythin'. You didn't say anythin'. Man... Was it weird or okay?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 11:23 pm
She waved one hand impatiently. "It was... It was like, it was okay but also weird," said his friend, who couldn't answer, not at all. "It wasn't like kissing your sister, but it's still like 'wow this is Antony,' and he was kind of dicking me over the entire time with being all 'I'm giving you long weird looks and saying weird s**t and being all codependent but no I'm going to go off to college and get a ph.D in being a limpdick,' so ******** him."
Jace pushed aside the plate that had held her dessert and drummed her fingers on the table again, glancing up at him. Iggy still held the remnants of 'eugh.' "Whatev," she said. "I don't know why we kept it a secret, I think he just likes to pretend he's massively pimp when everyone knows that's me."
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 11:28 pm
Iggy sighed, not responding to her tirade on Antony's current life-direction immediately. He reached up and laced his fingers behind his head, gazing up at the ceiling pensively. "Think you've kissed more'n him?" he half-asked. "'Cause I always thought he was really into girls and all that stuff. He's so... Well, it's like those movies, right? Where the people wear all the funny clothing and girls faint and all that stuff. That's him... Can't believe he's goin' off to college. Hmph."
Then he suddenly dropped his chin and locked eyes with Jace again. "I'm gettin' left behind, aren't I?" he asked. It was strange; there was no angst in the question and no worry, just a mild sort of curiosity as if he wanted to check the status of things, as if it didn't bother him too much if he was correct.
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 11:53 pm
"Hey, dude, it's not a race," said Jace, with the magnanimousness of someone who was winning it if it was. "You haven't done much s**t less than Antony. Promise. I mean, hell, I've made out with Irelia and Antony and I'm just incredibly hot, I could wear a ******** sack and still be smokin'. You're not bad either, buddy, just blonde. Stick with me, it'll be fine."
Partial honesty mixed with a dollop of unexpected -- something -- made her add: "It's fun, but it's not like. Change-your-life doing-heroin." (Mostly. She'd never done heroin, so she didn't feel the need to cross her fingers under the table. The more she joked about what she and Antony had gotten up to the better; and the more she joked about what she and Irelia had gotten up to the better, for separate and wholehearted miseries.)
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 9:00 pm
"Still..." Iggy shifted his gaze until he was looking somewhere over her shoulder, golden eyes a bit unfocused as he put serious thought into it. "I think I should probably think about it," he said carefully. "Not to just, y'know, try it but because I wanna... When it'll be good." He paused again and turned his focus back onto his friend. He grinned, white and lopsided. "And I don't think it'll be with you or Antony, right. Even if you're smokin'."
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 6:43 pm
"Duh," said his friend immodestly, "thank you, thank you, I accept cash, credit and cheque. Don't worry, man. I don't think I could actually rough you up. It's just like -- it'd be like, you're my bro, okay? It'd be pretty bromantical. Fairly gay. All-around retarded. Gimme five."
They high-fived instead. "Look," said Jace, "let me help you out. I got a couple ideas. Get your dad to let you out Friday night -- I'll take you somewhere, okay? If you spend any more time in that freakin' cabbage nursery you're going to get put into the Friend Zone forever. You're too young to be a DILF, Nacho."
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 9:00 pm
"Sure. I'll get out. Dad likes you, y'know. He's cool with me doin' whatever. It's not like I'm gonna rob a bank or anythin'." There was a long, worrying pause and then Iggy asked, "What the heck's a DILF, anyway, Jace? Someone said that about my Dad the other day."
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 9:07 pm
There was an equally long, worrisome pause before his friend waved one calloused, tanned hand and said to him: "Never mind, man, I'll tell you later."
This was going to be a very long road.
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