Zoe smiled and kissed his hand. "Thanks. Just leave it in the box. She is almost done" Noel smiled and finished her food and yawned. "I want to go home." Noel cried and Zoe was wrapped up in her and tried to est her food but Noel was too demanding.
Zoe giggled and shook her head, "monkey what did you do today?" Noel smiled and talked about how she did daddy's makeup for a video. "Really? I think I need to see that soon, maybe you can do mummy's makeup when I get better
"Of course I have a bed, do I look like the kind of guy that sleeps on the floor?" Luka figured he might as well fight fire with fire and prove himself to be more than a door mat. "I... yes. I have that too." Luka swallowed hard. Sebastian and him were complete opposites. Luka had never been with anyone. Ever. He hadn't even had his first kiss that was how inexperienced he was. And here was this beautiful boy, wanting him. "... and then they, well, of course they do. Who wouldn't?" Luka felt his throat constrict as Sebastian pointed out the men he had been with. People that Luka had known or heard about, and they were all much interesting than he was. He didn't want to disappoint Sebastian. He turned his attention back to the other man, and feeling a surge of excitement, he grabbed him by the front of the shirt, pulling him up so that their lips were almost touching. "Get up, then, little prince." The term of endearment was a mockery. Luka was nervous. His hands were clammy, his heart beat loud in his chest, and his eyes were wide, but despite this, he kissed Sebastian firmly. When he let go and pulled away, he stood up and gestured for the younger man to follow.
Luka actually laughed at what Sebastian said. "Not exactly. I have been sharing an apartment with another student for the past few months. It hasn't exactly been working out for me though. I don't move into the dorm for another week. Sorry to disappoint." For the first few years of college, he had lived in a dorm. He chose not to stay there for the majority of the school year and instead resided at his grandmother's. She was his only family, and he had felt the need to take care of her. But now Luka was officially going to live in a dorm. "My flatmate is still on vacation though, so I've been missing the dorm life, but even then, I will have the room all to myself. My roommate switched dorms to be with his old high school mates." Luka's eyebrows shot up at Sebastian's next comment. "You're awfully presumptuous. Do the people you go home with just accept your assumptions?" The stutter had ceased to manifest in his words, which left Luka with a sense of pride. Luka found himself particularly disinteresting, but Sebastian seemed to find something extraordinary within the older man.
Luka rubbed the side of his arm, avoiding Sebastian's eyes for fear that if he looked at them, he would drown in the sea of blue and green. He wasn't sure why he was so amusing to Sebastian, or what could possibly possess the younger man to continue talking to him. It wasn't exactly like Luka was the easiest to talk to. He wasn't particularly funny or clever, perhaps a little too honest, but that was about it. The next set of words made Luka look up. He flushed a bright red and cough the slightest bit. "I... uh... my house..." Luka was like a smitten school girl. "Are y-you saying you want to go to my home?" He was actually looking at Sebastian now, trying to decifer the hidden meaning behind his carefully executed dialogue. As the younger man finished his beverage, Luka eyes the empty bottle carefully. Luka didn't drink. He didn't understand the appeal to what could potentially happen.
"Oh Alison. You're not a burden at all," Noah told her, shaking and smiling lightly at her to reassure her. "You're never a burden." As the two of them walked towards the parlor, he couldn't help himself but smirk at her reaction to the little place. "Not used to small businesses?" he questioned, letting out a small chuckle. He remembered when he went to New York for a day or two that all he recalled seeing was huge businesses because that was what attracted people. "There aren't many huge businesses around here, but the people like it that way," he explained to her as he shoved his hands in his jeans' pockets. "Okay, you can pay this time," he gave in, laughing before smirking. "My friend so happens to work here so maybe he could give us a discount or something," he playfully said, walking towards the counter. Seeing his friend, Bentley, they shared a handshake and then introduced Alison and his friend. "Bentley, meet Alison. Alison, this is one of my childhood friends, Bentley." After that, he ordered a cookie doe ice cream cone. Looking over to Alison, he nodded towards her. "What would you like, Alison?"
Luka shifted uncomfortably as Sebastian's gaze burned into his skin. He had never in his entire life been looked at with such a fathomless intensity. His own eyes flickered from Sebastian to anywhere else, unable to keep contact for too long. They didn't make eye contact until Sebastian spoke again. "Of course I've heard of you. The talk of a devastatingly handsome flirt like you reached even my ears. But I must admit... when I saw you for myself I was a little floored." Luka was unsure as to why he could actually talk to Sebastian, why words came so easily despite his flustered nature. Perhaps it was a side effect of the older man's desire to please. He actually laughed at Sebastian's next set of words. "Me? Possibly sexy? I'm afraid I've given you the wrong impression. I'm about as sexy as a rock, to be honest. As for the second part, you're dead on. But I might fall a little short on the sexy thing. For you, I could try." There was a slight mockery to his tone, but nothing that the younger man should take to heart. "If you want to see me sexy, this is not the place," Luka said. When the words came out he realized how they sounded. "Oh... uh... that may have come across the wrong way."
(It's quite alright. I've gotten to the point where length doesn't matter, just the quality of the reply)
The intensity of Sebastian's gaze was completely unfamiliar. He could not help but grow more and more flustered under his undivided attention. The majority of people did not have the time of day for Luka, and here Sebastian was, greedily taking in the way the older man turned red under his observational scrutiny. "Don't you know? I'm famous for my outstanding ability to sit through boring conversations instead of getting the guts to talk to the beautiful boy across the room. I guess now I don't have to do that." He shook his head and peered up at Sebastian from under a hood of long eyelashes. "You do realize that a flush is a side effect of heat alongside being stared at by you? You might not have any affect on me. I could be turning red simply because it's hot in here. Oh, and I'm not cute." He leaned forward and took a sip of his drink before contemplating the answer to Sebastian's question. "As a matter of fact I have two couches in my apartment. Unfortunately I was practically dragged off of one of them by the host of this rendezvous and brought here in tow. Friends do what they have to in order to get guys like me out of their nests." Luka took note of Sebastian drumming his slender fingers against his glass. "I don't have to ask why you're here. You're infamous around here for your partying abilities. However, I can't help but wonder what made me deserving of your attention."
When Luka caught the devastatingly handsome individual looking at him, he immediately flushed a soft red and looked away. Despite the increasing desire to catch another glimpse of the man, he forced himself to look elsewhere. With the other man gone, he decided to strike up a conversation with one of the guys closest to him. At least they knew each other. Luka had gone to high school with the other guy, but quickly found that was roughly all they had in common. Distracting himself with non-alcoholic drink in hand, Luka found it increasingly more difficult to find a reason to stay at the party. Max wasn't there to walk Luka through the steps of human interaction, and none of his other friends were there. They were few, after all. This part was no overly exclusive, but enough so that Luka recognized nearly everyone there. The one person he did have interest in, however, was so out of Luka's league that he dare not start an interaction.
As he continued talking to the rather boring guy next to him, he did not notice the stranger's return. He was dimly aware of someone settling down on the coffee table in front of him, but he did not turn his attention to them until the guy he was conversing with coughed loudly as a signal to engage in a different conversation. To his pleasant surprise, it was the man from before. "Hello... I'm not sad, just a little out of place," he admitted. "As for your compliment, thank you." Luka laughed, softly and hesitantly. "I will admit, I can come across as quite the loner. But if I truly was, I wouldn't be talking to you." He was slightly flushed by the handsome man's presence, but luckily it could easily be blamed on the warmth of the room. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sebastian Smythe. I'm Luka Hirsch."
Luka had never been to a party before. There was a different light to the situations such an event brought on, and the twenty three-year-old man was not entirely sure he could appreciate it. This had never been his domain. It had never even occurred to Luka to go to the parties that his fellow college students invited him to every once in a while. As a junior in college, he was expected to become a part of that scene. However, this was just not to Luka's particular taste. Not even his best friend, Max, could make the part scene enjoyable for the introverted young man. It was just too fast-paced for him. The thrumming music, the sweat-slicked bodies. The individual occurrences would not be too much for the young man, but having everything happening all at once was overwhelming for him.
Luka ran a hand through his shock of dark hair, his eyes, the color of scotch filtered by sunlight, flickering around the room. Max had gone upstairs with some girl, leaving Luka attempting to blend in. He wanted to be a fly on the wall. There were too many people milling around, too many people trying to talk to him, and too much heat moving around his body. He found salvation next to a window by the couch, where the party continued, but at least the chill of the night chased away the heat that wound around the inside of the house. He was sitting on the floor, drink in hand with the night air sliding down his back when the most gorgeous man he had ever seen in his entire life, stole all of his attention.
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Fionn chuckled softly before he ran his fingertips along Sebastians throat. "Well, sadly I am not Cameron." His fingers squeezed softly on the boy's neck. He quickly let go. Fionn hoisted himself up and into the drivers seat of the impala. He bit at his bottom lip. "Let's get you to your palace, princess." He said with a smirk, obviously angry about being compared to his deceased family member. Fionn ran his hand over his face as he started up the car. The teenage boy felt a strong hate for Sebastian, but also something else that he didn't know what to call. Fionn sighed softly. "Why are you so hung up on a boy you only knew for a couple of months? I mean sure you apparently loved him, but why are you so set on comparing me to him. We are nothing a like, and he's gone whether you like it or not." As they drove he found himself regretting speaking the way he did.
| ` Annabella ; | It was a sunny morning but it looked like it might rain soon, cars passed by and a few people walked their pets. Across the street there was a small park where families always came on Saturdays on play and just let loose. It was summer and everyone was eager to be outside and to have some fun. She worked on her grandmother's bakery on the weekends every morning. The uniform was laid back which she was thankful for, she didn't want to wear something silly every morning. She wore a simple light pink t shirt and some jeans that reached her lower than her knees and some converse. Her hair was put on a braid and she wore barely any make up. Annabella wasn't the type of girl who wore too much make up unless it was something big and important like a wedding or prom, she always liked to look more natural even if she wasn't the most prettiest daisy in the garden. The place had air conditioner and the small tables were decorated with a small vases fill with flowers. Her grandmother loved flowers and loved baking so the place always looked like spring which was impressive since they lived in London. She stood behind the counter smiling warmly at the customers and saying the same line over and over again - it didn't bother her. " hello, welcome to granny's sweets what can i get you? " she spoke on a soft voice as her brown eyes looked up at the next client. The boy had blonde hair, like her, and a warm smile as well. He looked like he had been running in the park.
| ` Tyler ; | He had been in the band for about four months now and they had a few gigs here and there but tonight there was actually more than twenty people on the crowd and it felt amazing. He always wanted to be a musician, he always wanted to be able to inspire to others with his music and to live his dream day and night. They were slowly getting somewhere, more people were hearing about them and it was great. It felt great to be able to play with his four best friends. They were at a local pup, nothing so special, he was the youngest. Once on stage everything else faded away and it was only them, their music and the good vibes that the crowd gave them. They spent aproximendely an hour and half singing and losing themselves in the music. It was great, they had done covers and a few of their own songs. He felt amazing was they were out of the stage. They took a few minutes to freshen up and then went into the crowd. They were all legal and besides they were interested on the feedback some wanted to give. He walked into the large crowd of dancing bodies and smiled. He tried not to bump into anyone but a girl had bumped into him and he didn't know if it was by accident or if she actually wanted to talk to him. " hello. " he managed to say over the loud music, she had brunette hair that could look reddish if you stared long enough at it and she was petite and thin. He saw her lips move but didn't get what she was saying. " what? I can't hear you. " he shout so she was able to hear him and repeat what she had said.
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