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Post by Kian O'Connor on Sept 23, 2009 0:04:55 GMT -5
Kian was still smiling when he woke. He had spent the entire night dreaming of his date with Connor. And since he was supposed to meet him for the Memorial, there was no real reason to lose his smile other than the thought of the wasted lives that were the reason for the occasion. Kian showered and dressed in black jeans and a long-sleeved tan and black striped tee shirt. He hoped it wasn’t as formal as a funeral, his suit was in storage and his mother hadn’t had time to get it for him. He didn’t really want to have to change afterwards either so it worked out for the best.
The drive to the school didn’t take long but he stopped at Starbucks to get a duplicate of Connor’s order the day before and a hot chocolate flavored with caramel and apple cinnamon bagel with cream cheese for himself. Once he got to the school, he parked and headed inside and stood near the entrance looking for the dark locks of the Irishman he had been dreaming of all night. He waved when he saw people he knew, but it was clear he was waiting for someone for he was eager to see Connor and Kian was not very good at concealing his impatience.
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Post by Connor Pearce on Sept 23, 2009 6:24:20 GMT -5
Connor had no way of knowing, but his expression upon waking was almost identical to Kian’s. It normally took a little while for him to get out of bed, but the moment he opened his eyes he remembered what day it was. The day of the memorial of course, and he wanted to attend, but he was also to meet Kian, and he didn’t want to leave him waiting. So quicker than he had in years, he was out of bed, showered and dressed. He didn’t have a suit or anything like that to wear, hadn’t had the need for one in a while, and he didn’t know if many would be dressed up that much anyway. So instead he settled on black pants and a dark shirt, hoping that would do.
He considered stopping for coffee, but didn’t think he had enough time. So, he just hopped into his car and raced to Gould to see the other boy. He wasn’t sure what they were yet, they didn’t exactly talk about it. He wasn’t that experienced with dating, so he wasn’t sure if one date constituted them being a couple yet, or what it meant they were. But Kian had seemed really keen to see him again, so he figured that was a good sign.
When he headed into the school, he looked around for Kian and a dreamy smile lit he face when he saw him. And he looked like he was looking around too, for him, Connor realised, and that made him smile more. As did seeing what the other held. “You read my mind.” he grinned brightly, and seeing how they crossed that barrier the night before, he worked up enough courage to lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips.
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Post by Kian O'Connor on Sept 23, 2009 6:49:40 GMT -5
Kian’s face lit up when he saw Connor and it was pretty apparent even to passer’s by that there was something between them. The kiss almost knocked him out, it was so sweet and gentle. He was tingling all the way down to his toes and his grin reached an epic goofiness as he began to recover enough to hand him the bag with his stuff in it. “I couldn’t wait to see you again and that seemed to deserve celebration,” he said, taking Connor’s free hand. “Are you a sit in the back person or a way up front kind of guy or somewhere right in the middle?” He didn’t really care himself and it seemed like something useful to know about a potential boyfriend.
“I had the best time last night,” Kian confessed though he had also expressed his appreciation the night before when he dropped Connor back at his car so he wouldn’t have to find a ride first thing in the morning. “At first I couldn’t sleep at all I was so hyped up, but then I dreamed about you the rest of the night.” He blushed, thinking he probably sounded a bit pathetic, but he didn’t seem to be able to keep his mouth shut
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Post by Connor Pearce on Sept 23, 2009 15:23:02 GMT -5
Glancing into the bag, and taking a hesitant sip of his hot coffee, Connor grinned at realising that Kian remembered yesterday’s order. And it was perfect timing too, the Irishman was just starting to feel hungry, it wouldn’t be the best thing to have his stomach rumbling loudly during the memorial. He leaned against the wall, starting to feel a little more comfortable and relaxed around the other boy, if giddy still. He glanced at his watch, and the other people nearby, gauging how many people were still yet to go into the auditorium. “Well, we’ve still got a little bit of time. Why don’t we stay out here and finish all this?” he offered.
The question made him laugh, his eyes bright with amusement. “I haven’t really thought about that before, to be honest.” he grinned. “But, I would have to say, I’m more of a middle row guy. I don’t sit at the front, that’s for teacher’s pets and people interested in class.” he teased. “And the back rows are for people who like to make out they are tough. Besides, I’ll let you in on a secret.” he leaned forward and lowered his voice, trying to remain cheery and light in a very depressing situation, and trying just as hard to not think about the situation, not now, not when he didn’t need to yet. He would be confronted with it all soon enough, he didn’t want to bring it on sooner than necessary. “The teachers know people sit in the back rows to avoid attention, so they target them more. Thus, the middle rows for me.”
To hear Kian confess he dreamed about him surprised Connor, and he made himself take another sip, to hide his grin. It didn’t work, the moment he pulled his coffee away, he was still grinning like a mad man. And the blush that crept over the other’s cheeks was admittedly very, very cute. “I thought about you a lot too.” he smiled, soon having a matching blush. “Last night was great.” He would have to track down Julia today so he could gossip, and find out about the guy she was interested in.
He was tempted to ask Kian if he wanted to go steady or something, but he wasn’t sure if that was the way things were done. And then he caught himself and realised things like that had never stopped him being honest and upfront in the past. And Kian was just so cute. “So, well, I’m kinda new at this.” He grinned sheepishly, “But might as well go out and say it. Did you want to be my boyfriend?” He knew there were much better, roundabout ways to ask, but he wanted to know, and that was the quickest way. After all, Kian was so pretty.
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Post by Kian O'Connor on Sept 23, 2009 22:14:50 GMT -5
Kian was lost watching Connor and the various expressions that moved over his handsome face. It was hard for him to remember his food, but he got an occasional nibble in. “I think that your thought processes are brilliant,” he commented on the where to sit issue. “Avoiding teachers attention is very important after all.”
“No dreams of me? Not even petting bunnies or anything?” Kian asked teasingly, he was happy enough about the conscious thoughts that he didn’t really care about dreams. Connor’s question almost sent him to the floor, but he rallied with a glorious smile. “I would love to be your boyfriend, Connor. I am very attracted to you and I would have to say we have enough in common that we could make a go of it and not get bored,” he answered, taking his hand to lift it to his lips. He had never dated anyone more than once or twice even when he had still been in the closet, but he figured he could easily swear off other guys since Connor was his first experience with gay dating. He had a harder time understanding why Connor would want him, but he was willing to hope it was something that would prove lasting.
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Post by Connor Pearce on Sept 24, 2009 5:44:53 GMT -5
“Well, there might have been one dream, but, nothing I can talk about in public.” Connor teased, a small laugh escaping him. He was joking of course, there had been no such dreams, even if had such a dream would have been very enjoyable, and if there had been, he wouldn’t have mentioned it, or even alluded to it slightly. That fact still didn’t stop the faint blush creeping along his cheeks.
He had been hoping, but it still was a pleasant surprise when Kian grinned at him, with that adorable smile, and not saying he would love for them to date, but saying that he thought he was attractive. The cute boy thought he was cute too! Julia was so going to hear about this. He caught himself in time though, before he turned into a big girl right before Kian’s eyes. That was him. He had to be cool, he reminded himself. But still, before the day was over, he would have to track down his best friend, or at least give her a call. They hadn’t seen each other for a few days after all, and with the shooting now, he really wanted them to hang out.
So, with the wide smile never leaving him, Connor squeezed the hand in his gently, polishing off his coffee far too quickly. “I’m really worried, about going in there.” he admittedly, motioning with his head towards the auditorium. “I’m just worried the memorial is going to start, and I’m going to find out that someone I’m close to had been hurt, or even worse.”
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Post by Kian O'Connor on Sept 25, 2009 23:25:56 GMT -5
Kian leaned over and kissed Connor softly when he said he was worried about finding out about who had been hurt. “Yeah I know what you mean. I sent texts to Patch and Evan, but I haven’t heard back from them. Either or both of them are capable of doing something insane and getting shot,” he said taking the empty cup and muffin wrapper and putting them in the bag with his own. He put an arm around him for comfort for both of them and finding it was a lovely feeling as well.
“Even if it is scary, we should go find a seat,” Kian felt deeply that they should pay their respects to their classmates even if they hadn’t been close. It could have been any of them and loss of so much potential was horrific. His parents had drilled into him respect for life. They had been Catholic until Kian had announced he was gay and their priest had been extremely negative. They had joined an Episcopal congregation instead that had a far less conservative congregation.
As they walked, their hips rubbing lightly against each other, Kian looked over the crowds trying to see if he could see Patch, Mal, Mike, Evan or his girl, Brittany. “Do you see any of your friends?” He was thinking Connor might want to sit with someone he knew. He doubted that his friends were that sussed about his whereabouts or condition or they would have tried to contact him at some point.
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Post by Connor Pearce on Sept 27, 2009 4:48:27 GMT -5
“I’m sure your friends are fine. They probably just lost their phones, or the batteries went dead, with everyone else trying to get a hold of them too.” Connor tried to comfort, feeling bad for Kian. At least he knew his friends were okay, he didn’t have to fret, it would be terrible not knowing yet, he realised. So in an attempt to make him feel better, when he felt an arm around his waist, Connor returned the affection, slipping an arm around Kian’s waist.
“Yeah, we better go in. I want to.” Connor cleared up, even if he didn’t sound thrilled about it. No one would be thrilled of course, to attend a memorial for their fellow, fallen students. It still seemed completely unreal though, such things were meant for the news, not to actually happen to you or someone you know. To say his parents were worried now would be an understatement. There had even been a mention of sending him to another school. He could understand of course, his parents had almost lost him once, to think they could have faced that again would of course upset them. But he really didn’t want to switch, he had his friends, and now this new relationship with Kian. Luckily he managed to talk them out of it.
“I don’t see anyone I know, would be hard to anyway.” Connor reasoned, the auditorium quickly becoming packed with people. With his arm still around his waist, he led Kian quickly to the middle rows, taking two of the few seats left. “Besides, want you all to myself.” he smiled softly, trying to distract himself from the reason they were here.
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Post by Kian O'Connor on Sept 27, 2009 11:41:52 GMT -5
“That sounds like something Patch would do. He doesn’t really need the rest of us, he is very self sufficient,” Kian said with a sigh. Sometimes he thought his friend was doing his best to eschew earthly ties like some kind of odd monk.
Kian followed Connor in and slipped into the seat beside his boyfriend. Just naming their relationship made him smile and get a warm fuzzy feeling inside. He didn’t really care if that didn’t make him feel macho. He would rather feel warm and fuzzy. What really was wrong with that. Men deserved to feel good too didn’t they?
He got as close to Connor as the auditorium seats allowed and snuggled. It wasn’t fair in a cosmic sense that guys couldn’t cuddle. Boys and girls snuggled, girl cuddled with girls, but guys were looked at oddly for the same activity. Well it wasn’t fair, he wanted equal rights to the comfort and enjoyment of feeling their sides pressed together in a public place. Kian took Connor’s and smirked as he slouched down and rested his head against the other boy’s upper arm.
Hearing a familiar laugh, Kian spotted Evan and with him was Patch. A heavy weight lifted off his heart and seeing his two best friends made him grin widely. He pointed. “Look there’s Evan and Patch. They wouldn’t be laughing if Brit or Mal weren’t all right. So Mike is the only one I don’t know about. His father yelled when I called last night, saying all us freaks should stop bugging him. He wouldn’t have acted like that if Mike was dead would he?”
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Post by Connor Pearce on Sept 28, 2009 4:38:04 GMT -5
There had been times himself where Connor thought it would be good to get rid of his phone, be just even a little hard to reach. But just as quickly, he realised that it wouldn’t be any good either, he relied on it just as much anyone else. Plus, he was far too addicted to that fun Snake game, and he just had to beat his high score.
He smiled, just a little bit too much, when Kian moved to snuggle with him. Connor wasn’t oblivious to the looks they got, not many as most were distracted, and mainly from parents than other students. He didn’t care, quite the opposite, so in a small act of defiance, a slight smile creeping across his lips, he leaned down to press his lips against Kian’s temple. If they insisted on continuing staring, he just might be tempted to give them something to stare at.
He looked where the other boy pointed, trying to remember which was Patch and which was Evan. He thought Evan was the one with the goofy grin on his face, and Patch was the one who looked more than a little disturbed. “Nah, I’m sure he wouldn’t have said that if something really bad happened to Mike.” he tried to comfort. “You said Patch was a really good friend with him, right? Maybe you could ask him if he’s heard from Mike after the memorial.” Connor suggested, lowering his voice as he noticed others doing the same, guessing it was about to begin.
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