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 Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 10:22 am
He had a bedframe, but no bed. He had a fridge, but only a bottle of water, half a sandwich, and a bag of carrot sticks inside. He had running water at least and the heat was at least a little okay. What bothered him was the space, and he moved the boxes against the wall in neat order before frowning. His apartment was small, but it seemed much bigger after he rolled out his blankets on the floor and then his sleeping bag, fished out Elliot from the boxes, and just sat there. There was absolutely nothing to do, and so, tired from running over heck's creation that he decided to lay down and try to sleep.
As he did, and found it uncomfortable, he decided this was one of those big things he might want to tell Paris about. Turning on his back, he fished out his new phone and texted the boy. Text From: Unknown Number This is Ladon. I have my own place now, so don't drop by my house. Text From: Unknown Number This is Ladon. I have my own place now, so don't drop by my house. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. It happened overnight.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 12:45 pm
Paris was having a much better time of it, at least as far as getting some rest was concerned. He'd contemplated going out that evening, but inevitably decided he wasn't much in the mood to deal with other people's stupidity. His was in his own bed, at home instead of in his dorm-room, as he wasn't much in the mood to deal with school either. It was growing increasingly unbearable every day, to the point where attending class seemed like nothing more than a pointless burden. So he'd come home to nap instead, although his nap turned out to be a bit longer then he'd been planning. He'd been in bed since mid-afternoon, and hadn't bothered to roll out for dinner.
Half asleep, Paris stirred a bit more when he heard his phone vibrate on the bedside table. He reached out to grab it, muttering under his breath when he accidentally knocked his alarm clock off the table in the process, but he figured it didn't matter much seeing as he hadn't even bothered to set it. Rolling over to make himself more comfortable, he flipped his phone open, blinking against the bright light it emitted in the darkness of his bedroom.
He frowned at the text, not because it made him angry, but because it all seemed so odd and sudden. He'd gotten Ladon's warning text earlier, telling him not to contact his old phone anymore, and that had been strange enough. Finding out that Ladon had apparently changed residences over night seemed, to him, even more bizarre. He hadn't thought there was much going on in Ladon's life that would necessitate a sudden move away from home.
He was more alert after a few moments of staring at the message and pressed the button to reply, typing rapidly.Text from Paris Why did you move out? And where did you find a place to live so soon?
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 3:12 pm
Somewhere between about to get drowsy and giving up on sleeping entirely, Ladon heard his phone vibrate from against his pillow. Reaching over, he picked it off the bare floor and flipped it open, having turned off the lights in an attempt to sleep. The light didn't bug him as much as, without curtains, he had light coming in through his window from far off streetlights, and he read the message. It seemed Paris was surprised, and he didn't blame him. Laying in the dark, he wondered if he had been too rash, and was missing his bed. Maybe he could have convinced his mother otherwise, to see if he could stay until he graduated, but he had been fed up. He felt he had been ready for a while now, and now he just had the excuse.
He typed back. Text From: Ladon My mother is trying to send me to my dad's place. I don't want to go. She wouldn't listen. I had a friend who lived here. She found me a place that didn't ask questions. I moved in the next day.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 11:01 pm
Laying on his stomach and propped up on his elbows, Paris fiddled around with his phone until it vibrated with another text, frowning even more at Ladon's reply. Parental drama was always the worst. He'd had enough of it to deal with himself, and though he knew Ladon's circumstances weren't perfect -- but, then again, whose were? -- Paris had thought things had been decent enough between Ladon and his mom. It was almost disappointing to find out that that apparently wasn't the case, or at least it wasn't anymore.
It made him think about his own mom, and that was something he'd really rather not do if he could help it.
Sighing heavily, he typed another response.Text from Paris You want me to come over? I'm not doing anything. Send me your address.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 5:29 am
His mother and Ladon had a strange relationship and before, he could say it was fine. They spoke when necessary, his mother kept tabs and showed a sort of suffocating concern, and yet never let up any ease if he should show any disappointing or trashy behaviors. He knew it and, for the longest time, there had been no reason to go against it. He had no friends to challenge it or make it difficult, and he felt it was an obligation to man the house as the only male, do his chores, make her proud, and make sure supper was prepared after she worked a long day.
Not anymore.
He didn't HATE her, but he was clearly upset. He also didn't feel the need to stick around. The more he was with other people, the more e disliked his home. It wasn't bad. He wasn't abused or underfed, but his importance being there was lacking. In the end, he found he was much needed elsewhere then being a maid and proper child figure someplace else.
But he was still a teenage boy in his first apartment dealing with the fact he just left his only parental figure in the city. Paris was right. He was lonely.
The address was sent and if Paris had a sense of the city, would have a feeling that this was one of those no-no areas people advised tourist to avoid, especially if they wore nice watches and were stupid enough to ask strangers for direction. After he sent the text, Ladon looked about. His apartment was nearly empty aside from the blankets on the floor and the boxes, and he frowned. He wished he at least had some chairs…..but a bed would have been so much better right now.
Sighing loudly, he got up and redressed, getting ready to meet Paris downstairs when he texted him that he was nearby.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 10:51 pm
The address certainly made Paris raise an eyebrow in curiosity. He was pretty sure he knew where that was. Not that best part of town if he was thinking of the right place, and certainly a step down from where Ladon had been living with his mother before. Paris was surprised, though far from afraid of going there. He'd spent his life wandering around the lesser parts of the city. In fact, he was certain Ladon lived closer to him now than he had before.
Grabbing his coat and shoving his feet into a pair of sneakers, Paris left his room, walking right by his father who lay passed out on the couch in the living room. The night was cool when he made his way outside. He probably should have covered more of his legs, but he was tired of wearing jeans and slacks. Freezing for the short period of time it would take him to walk to Ladon's place would be worth the freedom of movement.
He stopped at a local convenience store on the way, hungry after having skipped dinner, picking up a box of pre-made sugar cookies, a bag of potato chips -- something sweet and something salty -- and a couple of individual bottles of apple juice. He probably could have picked a healthier dinner, but he didn't want to dawdle and take his time, and snacking on junk food always made him feel at least a little better when he was going through a crisis, so maybe Ladon would like to share. He'd have baked him homemade cookies if he thought Ladon had all the necessary items and ingredients, but something told him his friend didn't yet have a lot at his disposal.
As he'd thought, it didn't take him long to arrive on the appropriate street, and he sent Ladon a quick text to let him know that his building was in view. He looked around the area, but wasn't all that surprised by what he saw. The street corners were decently populated, and there were quite a few dark back alleys where he was sure deals of a certain kind were bound to take place. He wasn't worried about walking alone -- he'd been through these parts before -- but that didn't mean he wasn't worried about Ladon. What did he think he was doing coming to a place like this?
"Hey," he greeted him when he saw him, showing him a little smile and holding up his bag of goods. "I brought comfort food."
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 11:36 am
It certainly was different type of neighborhood than where he once lived. At his mother's place, the worst you would get was maybe a stray dog or some kids throwing eggs. TPing would make the neighborhood watch go in a frenzy, and most people gossiped if a couple's argument spilled in their yard, and this rarely happened. Here, he noticed a few girls yelling at a man for being cheap and insulting his …well, part size. She was shouting it to the world before her friends puller her away, a flock of skimpy skirts and high heels. Another guy went over to his friend, his girlfriend clinging to his jacket, as they started to break into a story involving a lot of swears and very little substance.
Ladon decided to pick a vacant wall and leaned against it, trying to blend in as best he could. He made a habit of trying to be ignored at school, but it was much harder to do here when he clearly stood out. A few people walking by had glanced at him, probably wondering if he was just one of the many kids whose parents worked late and let their kid walk about without supervision. A few others wondered if he was also working the corner now. He could hear some of their distant whispering, and he pretended to be naïve. It seemed just standing still on the street by yourself meant something, and he tried to think he was someplace else – not home of course, but somewhere more….respectable.
When Paris came, he was more than relieved, and walked over. He then remembered that the blonde might be upset with him for not telling him things sooner, and so he prepared himself for a defense. He hoped this wouldn't be a fight considering he was far too tired and their friendship was already on the rocks already.
"Hey." He said, waving a bit and coming over. When the bag was raised, he smiled. "Thanks. I…don't have much in my fridge. Have to still find out where the stores are." He had seen enough pawn shops and liquor stores though. "Um….I'm sorry I didn't tell you about all of this sooner, but it all happened overnight." He then stopped, hearing a car peel out from some blocks away. "…Yeah. Let's go inside."
He turned and lead Paris to his apartment building where three smokers were talking on the steps. He passed them, and went inside. They were several floors up, but at least the hallway didn't smell of urine and was pretty well kept. Nyasa had been kind to Ladon to find him a place that wasn't just p run down and dangerous, and the landlord did his fair share of working on the place when needed.
At the end of the hallway, Ladon stopped at his door and brought out his key, opening it and letting Paris in. The apartment was small, but a good size for a bachelor just starting out on his own. The lights were left on and the boxes were set against the wall and around the blankets and sleeping back on the floor. Ladon shut the door behind him and locked the two locks above.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 1:12 pm
He was a bit surprised in himself, but Paris wasn't all that upset that he hadn't known sooner. He kept telling himself it had happened so quickly, there probably hadn't been much time for Ladon to let anyone more know about it than whoever was absolutely necessary. He'd have liked to think he was necessary, and that he could have helped at least as far as moving Ladon's stuff from one residence to the other was concerned, but he let the thought go, not wanting to dwell on it. He was here now, and as far as he knew he was one of the first people to step inside Ladon's new place.
He looked around as they entered and started making their way up the stairs. At least it looked decent enough. It could have been much worse. Of course, it could have been much better as well, but he knew Ladon couldn't exactly be picky when he was just starting out. A teenager wasn't going to have very many opportunities anywhere without parental support behind him.
"I hope you have a fire escape," he said once they entered the apartment itself. It wasn't exactly new, but at least the building wasn't on the verge of collapsing. That apartment was tiny, though he could imagine it seeming quite quaint and homey once there was actually some furniture and decorations inside. Paris set his bag of goodies down so that he could explore the place -- though there wasn't much more than boxes and cheap but functioning kitchen appliances to look at at the moment.
When he was done with the quick examination -- finding the place acceptable enough -- he turned back to his friend to approach him and wrap his arms around him in a loose but firm hug. "Are you going to be okay like this? I mean, it was really sudden and this isn't exactly paradise. You know the sort of people that live around here, right?" Paris himself didn't think they were bad -- just normal people who'd fallen into bad circumstances -- but he doubted Ladon was familiar with that sort of thing, or even comfortable with the deals and midnight bargains.
"You could have come by my place," he offered. "At least until you got on your feet. I'm sure my dad wouldn't have minded, if he even noticed." He let Ladon go after a few moments, not wanting to make him uncomfortable by clinging too much. "How do you plan on paying for this place anyway?" He was sure it was cheap as apartments went, but as far as he was aware, Ladon didn't have a job, unless he'd miraculously gotten one of those overnight, too. "Are you still going to go to school?"
He felt as if he were being a bit intrusive, firing questions at him left and right, but he wanted to make sure he was going to be okay here.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 12:22 pm
Ladon was in the process of trying to figure where he should put his coat before just laying it across the kitchen counter, and gestured in the direction of the fire escape, when he was met with a hug. It wasn't the first time Paris had hugged him, or he had hugged the boy, but seeing as he was normally a very private person, his family never big on being touchy-feely, it was saying something when he didn't just freeze when he was firmly embraced.
It was enough to really make him open up to all his doubts and worries about the decision he just made, but he sucked it up as best he could. "I should be fine. I mean, I at least have a place, and it's….pretty quiet." Aside from when someone burned rubber down the street, blarred music from their car speakers, or some couple started shouting. He had heard all of this in his short stay here.
When Paris stepped away, he breathed out. Okay…so he felt a little better. Hugs were pretty magical in that way. He still felt a little warmer around the edges though. "The neighborhood isn't the greatest, but I can keep my head low and watch out for myself. The landlord was really nice and said he would keep a eye out on me if he saw anything going down. He doesn’t like people messing around in or around his building. I also have a friend who lives here, the one who helped me find this place, and she said she'd be there if I needed to call with an emergency, or needed to come over if she isn't working." He decided he should mention Nyasa so that Paris didn't feel surprised by hearing about someone else.
When it came to the heavier subjects, he shrugged. "The girl who lives here also works here and said she'd help find me something if I didn't find something on my own. I have some savings, so that buys me time until I can get a job. As for school……" he had already skipped today and planned to do the same tomorrow. "….I don't know. If I go, my mom will show up and she's the determined sort. She might just throw me in a cab and tell 'em to go right to my dad's. I also don't want that drama. I guess I'll see if I want to…………..but I sorta don't." he looked up at Paris. "I guess I'm pretty terrible, sounding like a dropout."
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:41 pm
"Oh..." Paris said, two seconds away from asking who this mystery friend was, but he decided against it. He tried not to let the fact that he hadn't been aware that Ladon knew other people in this area of town bother him, but he couldn't pretend not to be a little disappointed -- not that Ladon knew people, but that he himself had never heard of this girl before. Once again, he couldn't shake the feeling that Ladon was hiding things from him. He had no proof and, really, hearing that Ladon had other friends besides him wasn't anything to get upset about. A vast majority of people had more than one friend. It shouldn't seem so strange for Ladon to know people...
Doing his best to push the thoughts and steadily growing feelings of negativity away, Paris pulled off his coat and set it with Ladon's on top the kitchen counter, then removed his shoes and left them nearby, not intending to leave right away. He grabbed the shopping bag he'd set aside earlier and set it on the counter as well, taking out the cookies and chips and bottles of juice he'd brought with him, opening the cookie container to start munching on one.
"Yeah, no, I know what you mean," he told him, hardly even wanting to think about school. "I don't even know why I bother to go anymore, it sucks so bad. I can't say I blame you. It might actually be pretty great, you living here and not having to worry about that sort of crap all the time. Talk about freedom," he continued, envisioning how nice it would be to wake up whenever he wanted, to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted to do it, to be completely in charge of his own life.
"And we can fix this place up a bit," Paris said, looking around again as he finished off one cookie and immediately started on another, wandering through the tiny apartment as he did so to get a look at the bedroom and the bathroom. "Do you know if you're allowed to paint? We could get some for the walls, make it look more bright and cheerful in here. And you can sew, right? So we can just buy fabric and make curtains for the windows ourselves. It'll be cheaper that way. And I can help you find some furniture. Nothing expensive, though. Just enough so that it's comfortable."
He stopped his wandering and rambling, turning back to Ladon with a tiny, almost sheepish smile. "I mean, if you want to. If you'd rather do it yourself, that's fine. I just thought it'd be nice, or..." he trailed off, glancing away for a few moments. He hadn't ever really had a true friend before, but he liked it and he wanted to be included in things, he just didn't know how to do that without forcing his way in. He wanted Ladon to want him around, and sometimes he was afraid that if he didn't take some sort of initiative in this friendship of theirs, it would fizzle out and die.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 12:45 pm
Ladon watched Paris move about his small apartment, taking stock of what was (or wasn't) there like a interior designer looking at a blank canvas. The only things in Ladon's apartment that were here originally was a bed frame that had been left in the bedroom. He guessed that whoever left thought it was more of a hassle to take and the landlord didn't think it would be a bother to keep it there. It at least fit the room and was just awaiting a mattress. As for that, the place was barren, but was mostly clean….though Ladon might go around and clean up. A few stains on the carpet that were probably though beverage mishaps of some sort, and Ladon already wiped out the fridge before putting his bagged sandwich in.
As he watched, he leaned on the counter, leaning over and taking out a cookie. He usually didn't eat junk food, but hey, he wasn't at his mom's anymore. He could…live a little, and he really did need comfort. He ate the chocolate chip cookie and found it was exactly what he needed. Just as he finished one and wondered if he should take another, Paris laid down his plans, to which all sounded great to him. Whatever they could do to make this place livable and not cost him an arm or a leg or – well, another person on the street an arm and a leg.
When Paris paused, Ladon looked up, and then smiled. "I'd appreciate all the help I can get. There is just so much to do. I was trying eat lunch and realized that I didn't have silverware, plates, or anything. I was just going through the list in my head and it just goes on and on. I don't think I can do it all alone. If I do, it's going to take me forever. I don't even have a car to lug all this stuff in." He hoped they could find a used furniture place you could pay for delivery or find some way to bring it back to his apartment. It wasn't like he had any friends wit cars. Well, maybe he could ask one of the officers, but he didn't want to bring up that drama of him living on his own with them. It seemed…unprofessional.
"I like your ideas. I didn't think about making the curtains, and I did bring my project case." It was the hard plastic case sitting in the corner. "And I think I can paint. The landlord said as long as I didn't go punching holes in the wall or constructing a wall of some sort, he didn't care." He looked at the walls which were a ugly shade of murky green that was somewhere between swamp scum or snot. He wasn't sure, and he frowned at it. "Yeah…we really need to paint the walls." His eyes also trailed to the kitchen. The cabinets had been painted white ins some desire to be modern, but the paint job was sloppy and it seemed thin in a few spots and just gloppy in others. Not to mention there were stains from either food or fingerprints. The tiles light brown with little, dark brown diamonds at the center, and a few had been torn or had the corners peeling up.
"This place needs a lot of work." He said, clearly looking at the hideous state of things and back at Paris. It was then that the heater kicked in, a blast from the past metal contraption that rested against the wall. It made a metal noise before a sound of dripping water and expanding metal started up. Ladon jumped in place a bit when he heard it, before setting his hand on his chest. "That thing gets me every time." Stupid heater. At least winter was warming up and he wasn't freezing just yet. He just wished it was a little warmer. The apartment was so empty that there wasn't anything to keep the heat in or out.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 1:22 pm
Paris's smile brightened when Ladon accepted his offer for help. Recently he'd begun to wonder if perhaps he wanted this friendship more than Ladon did, and after the rough patch they'd gone through during what Paris was going to refer to as the Billy Incident, he was relieved to have things return to some semblance of normalcy. He still wasn't happy about the Billy thing -- he doubted he ever would be, at least not any time soon -- but so long as he didn't witness anything that would cause his suspicions to rise any further, he supposed he could let it go for the sake of peace.
Redecorating Ladon's apartment together might serve as sort of a healing ritual for both of them. It would be fun either way, and give Paris something to do that didn't involved drinking and parties and hook ups with random men -- which, despite how much he enjoyed it, could get boring and tedious when he had nothing to occupy his time in the intervening periods.
"There's got to be a Goodwill or Salvation Army around here somewhere," he said. "And there's always flea markets and garage sales we can hit up. You'd be surprised by the kind of stuff people will sell for cheap. We might actually be able to get some pretty good stuff for this place. Make it look real nice."
He wasn't much of an interior designer -- he was better at dressing people than dressing rooms and buildings -- but so long as they decided on a nice color palate and didn't get anything especially horrible looking, he was sure that Ladon could end up with a place that looked like it belonged in a better part of town. Well, at least when people stepped inside of it. There'd be no helping the building itself or the area around it. Paris was only grateful that it was decently well kept for the area of town it was in.
He jumped when Ladon did at the sound of the heater, turning to look in that direction to find out what it was. "That's going to take some getting used to. But at least you have heat. Could be a little warmer, though." Or maybe that was his fault for wearing shorts instead of pants. Oh well... "So long as it doesn't break. Talk about old. At least your windows look like they're good. Not letting in too much cold air."
They looked a little grimy in places, but other than that... Paris had seen a lot worse. He had to admit, whoever this mystery woman was who'd helped Ladon find the place, she'd looked out for him the best that one could on this side of town. Now the only thing to worry about was Ladon walking around on his own at night. He looked so young and sweet. A midnight stroll could end badly.
"I might know a guy or two in my neighborhood that I could convince to help with getting some of the bigger pieces of furniture up here. I doubt you and I'd be able to carry a couch or a mattress up those stairs, and paying for delivery might be expensive even if we do get stuff at the cheaper places." He paused and turned to grin at him, joking lightly, "I'm going to assume you'll say 'no' to pink paint."
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 11:11 pm
He grimaced at the idea of pink. "That would be a no. I don't want red either." Only because he saw a few red rooms already in the building, not to mention some red rooms you could see from the street. Lamps with red draped over them to say far too much and yet were ignored by the cops. "..but you can help me pick. I would like it if it had some color that wasn't…" He waved his hand at the wall. "…sick looking. Maybe something that made the place feel warm. Winter's getting to me." And he always liked rooms that made him feel cozy. Maybe brown, yellow, or even orange and red. He could do with SOME red. Pink, he couldn't tolerate at all. Cold, was okay but it felt cold to him. A nice green could even work. "We can decide what colors to paint it and leave all the furniture in the bedroom as we paint. Huh. I never painted a place before. That should be fun. We can pick the colors and everything." It was like they were having their own home improvement time. IT was actually exciting to think about creating their own space.
Taking another cookie – wow, he should stop after 3 but these little things were really good – he went over and fished through some boxes, looking for something. When he found a notebook, he went snooping about for a pen and sat down on his makeshift bed on the floor, patting the spot next to him.
"We should make a list. What we need now and what we need, but not right now. That way we can remember what to look for when we head out."
He looked around the room, thinking. "I can make do with disposable plates and silverware for now, but.." he wrote on the paper, writing a 'Need Now' side to the left and a 'Need Whenever' side to the right. Plates, silver, and cups were written on the right side. He then wrote mattress on the left side. He needed to have a bed. "I think I need a couch as soon as possible too." He wrote that on the left side, and wrote fabric for curtains too. He didn't like everyone seeing inside and it would keep the heat inside. "Pots and pans. I don't want to eat out all the time. Some sheets too. I forgot to bring some." He looked up at Paris as he ate his cookie.
"Can you think of anything else? You're helping with making this apartment your own too. Heck knows you are going to be coming here now that my mom isn't around to stop you." Which was nice. He was sure to feel a tad bit alone here. He didn't even have a radio or a tv to make it seem like there was anyone home.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 5:43 pm
"I've never painted a room either, but how hard can it be?" Paris responded. It was obvious that he didn't think it was going to be that much of a challenge. They just had to get a couple of gallons and a pan and some of those rolly things and just... go for it. And try not to get paint everywhere in the process, but they made protective plastic and that blue tape stuff for things like that, didn't they?
Paris felt a tiny jolt of triumph when Ladon motioned for him to sit down beside him so that they could further plan. He was pleased to be back in the other boy's good graces, though still a bit wary of being hurt again and attempting not to do or say anything to jeopardize the current situation. Part of him was convinced that he could easily go back to living without a best friend, but another part of him ached simply at the thought of it.
He sat close to watch and listen as Ladon began to make his list, trying to think of anything else he might need now rather than later. "You might want a table or something, just so you'll have somewhere to eat. If you're gonna go ahead and get a couch, then just a coffee table would work for now and you can just eat in the living room, unless you wanted to try to find a small dining table and chairs, too. And you'll need a dresser or a bureau for your clothes if your closet's not big enough to hold them all, or you could wait on that and live out of boxes for a while, but having drawers would make things a bit more organized."
He couldn't think of much else that was absolutely necessary, except maybe a plunger for when the old toilet felt like stopping up -- as all old toilets were sure to do. What more would they need to make this place livable? He could definitely think of things that he would want -- like a radio and a TV -- but those were things that they could wait on for the sake of saving money, and he could always bring a radio from home if they wanted some noise while they were getting everything set up.
Feeling happy and content, especially at Ladon's comment about making this his place, too, Paris closed the minuscule distance between them and leaned over to rest his head on Ladon's shoulder. "I might be a pain sometimes, but you couldn't live without me," he said, more hopeful than confident. In any case, being included and thought of like this felt really, really good. Sometimes he thought he liked it better than all the many things he got up to with his various boyfriends. It was a bit shocking, really, but not unwanted.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 8:35 pm
It was a good idea, and he wrote dresser, and table/s under the list. "If we can get a small table and a coffee table, that would be great. Hah. We can call it the kitchen nook instead of that random place." He waved to the kitchen, which was rather sad compared to his mother's place. Then again, she had a job and worked full time. Probably had a mortgage too and all those other adult contracts that he wasn't up to doing yet, let alone be allowed to do. For now, the little kitchen, this little living room, and this little place was better than anything and much better than living on the streets. Even now, he was very hopeful to what would come of this place.
Thinking to himself and wondering if he should get up for some cookies, he looked down when Paris leaned on him, resting and having a tiny smile painted on his face. It was then that he felt a bit flush, and he chalked it up to the fact that now that he was rather certain he did like boys, that this should have been like a girl resting against him. Then again, saying that Paris was a girl wasn't that far off, but mainly because of how he dressed. The tiny shorts didn't help either. Still, despite this, he felt a brimming warmth in a welcomed friendship and then ruffled the hair of the boy beside him. For once, HE wasn’t the one getting his hair tousled about, and he had always wanted to do it to someone else to know why.
He found out it was a little fun.
"I can't live without you cause you always come over. You'd probably be laying on a sidewalk without me." Or in someone's bed. Not the best thing he wanted for Paris. He set the notebook aside, done for now. "Not that I mind, and now you can live with me all you want. Full crashing rights." Well, unless he and Bill –
Ladon paused, and then frowned. "Paris……." He wasn't sure how he should break this. "……..can you do me a HUGE favor?" The look on his face said that whatever it was, he probably wouldn't like it, but he hoped he would because they were friends. Then again, they were just getting back from arguing over Billy.
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