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 Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 12:28 pm
Quote: Get the ******** over to Ilian's place NOW
Lovely stood outside Ilian's apartment, angry and—dare he say it?—a little bit worried. The fact that Ilian hadn't responded to any of his texts or calls didn't bother him nearly as much as the fact that Ilian had missed their recital. That was just unheard of. It was as sure a sign as anything that Ilian was missing. Gone. Vanished. Without any clue as to where he was.
After waiting a few minutes outside Ilian's door, Lovely got tired of Ilian's neighbor staring at him, so he returned to his car and sat there with the heat running. He didn't like Ilian's neighborhood. It was sketchy. People stared at him strangely. He could tell they were judging him and he hated that. He was better than them, he told himself. They should keep their eyes to themselves and mind their own business.
When escaping to his car wasn't enough to shake their interest in his presence, Lovely grumbled under his breath about the inconvenience and sent Jericho another text.Quote: Nevermind this place is sketchy as ********. Meet me at the starbucks on howard street
He drove to the specified location, which was in a slightly nicer part of town but still a little rundown for his tastes. He went inside for a latte to calm his nerves, then went back out into the cold to wait for Jericho.
Lovely was pissed and didn't bother hiding it. ******** Ilian. He didn't have time for this s**t.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 7:45 pm
A text from Lovely wasn't the rarest thing that ever graced God's green earth. But it was one of the stranger moments in Jericho's day, usually. Dropping the money into the cashier's hand for the small bag of various candies he was buying--one guess for whom, to which he'd tell Ilian he could ******** right on off--he sent back a quick response to the rich blond.
Quote: Say please and give me a damn good reason why I should bother
Grunting a thanks to the chick behind the counter, he grabbed the bag and walked out of the little store, weighing his options. He could just go, and see what the ******** Ilian had gotten himself into this time. Would be kinda hard to ignore his ******** texts if Jericho was standing right in front of him. Though the jackass would likely try.
Jericho wasn't sure if he was in the mood to try and beat some sense into the kid's thick head. Less so if Lovely was there to yell at them.
While he pondered his next move, a second text popped in. One that almost made Jericho groan out loud. This was why he wanted a damn good reason first. Obviously Ilian was being just as much of a little b***h to Lovely as he was being to Jericho.
Deciding he'd at least humor Lovely--if only to make it clear he was not assisting in some... intervention or something--he made his way to the only attempt at posh in the area. A brightly printed plastic bag in one hand, Jericho didn't bat a lash as he finally spotted Lovely. "The ******** are you doing outside? No one goes in there that often. Just pick a corner inside or you'll probably get frost bite on your oversensitive skin." Have a jab, half legit belief Lovely was far too fragile for anything remotely similar to the real world and legitimate weather, Jericho lifted a dark brow as he looked down at the other teen. "The ******** Ilian do now? If he's ignoring you, just blame me. Guy's been refusing to talk to me for a while now."
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 4:20 pm
Lovely didn't usually tolerate sass from people. Even his so-called friends.
He glared at Jericho. Truth be told, he didn't know why he was friends with him, except that they had Ilian in common and they both took it upon themselves to make sure said idiot stayed out of trouble. It had to be a joint effort, because Ilian made it absolutely impossible for one person to do it on their own. If it weren't for Ilian, Lovely was pretty sure he and Jericho never would have crossed paths.
Lovely was, after all, far too good to be associating with people so far below him on the social ladder. The only reason he did it was because he had no other friends.
One would think that would cause him to rethink his opinions and behavior. It didn't. He was convinced it wasn't his fault. People just didn't have a proper understanding of class these ******** you,” he said in greeting. Perhaps ironically, his overuse of the word “********” was entirely classless. “It smells like s**t in there. Gives me a ******** headache. At least out here we can get some ******** fresh air.”
Except that someone chose that moment to walk by and blow out a cloud of cigarette smoke.
Lovely coughed, glared at the offending person who was too busy talking on their cell phone to notice, then closed his eyes like he was trying to calm himself down. It didn't work.
“What the ******** did you do?” he said when his eyes snapped open again, clearly enraged that Jericho's behavior might have caused Ilian to start ignoring them both. Then he remembered they had bigger problems than Ilian ignoring them.
“You know what, ********. This has nothing to do with Ilian being a b***h and ignoring either of us, because he's not doing that. He's gone. As in missing. As in no one has seen him since last week.”
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