Post by Russell Cloy on Dec 22, 2009 17:57:31 GMT -5
Russ beamed. "Suuuure!" Staying inside with Lucas wasn't too shabby a deal -- in fact, he was sure they could keep occupied easily. Maybe play some video games, or watching Cartoon Network while pigging out on popcorn and candy, or maybe they could order pizza. Nothing healthy, of course; health food would only ruin their fun weekend date.
"So any particular time, or I guess, oh, you just said you'd text, yeah, never mind, ignore me." He sighed, "So tomorrow and then Saturday and then I have to make myself scarce before the siblings get back on Sunday? I think I can swing that." His parents would take some major convincing, even if he did lie about who he was spending the entire weekend with, but if worse came to worse he'd just go and deal with them later. They would probably ground him for all eternity, but this was quite possibly the only opportunity he was ever going to have to go to Lucas' house.
The bell rang, signaling a return to classes. "Oh, shit, I left all my stuff in my locker..." He realized. "Okay, gotta go. See you later, if you don't text I won't forgive you." He warned before giving his boyfriend a farewell kiss. They always had to depart seperately, in the off chance anyone noticed they both used the band's instrument storage room for lunch. Russ didn't think it was too likely, but one never knew.
"So any particular time, or I guess, oh, you just said you'd text, yeah, never mind, ignore me." He sighed, "So tomorrow and then Saturday and then I have to make myself scarce before the siblings get back on Sunday? I think I can swing that." His parents would take some major convincing, even if he did lie about who he was spending the entire weekend with, but if worse came to worse he'd just go and deal with them later. They would probably ground him for all eternity, but this was quite possibly the only opportunity he was ever going to have to go to Lucas' house.
The bell rang, signaling a return to classes. "Oh, shit, I left all my stuff in my locker..." He realized. "Okay, gotta go. See you later, if you don't text I won't forgive you." He warned before giving his boyfriend a farewell kiss. They always had to depart seperately, in the off chance anyone noticed they both used the band's instrument storage room for lunch. Russ didn't think it was too likely, but one never knew.
