andrew lacetti
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Post by andrew lacetti on Jul 4, 2008 13:26:07 GMT -5
Andrew couldn't help the small smile that came to his lips when he saw Fletcher smile. And Devon was smiling too, he noticed when he glanced over to the other Vampire. Maybe everything would be fine after all. Andrew really hoped so. He saw Devon pat at the bed and Fletcher walking over, so he followed after the Werewolf and quietly climbed onto the bed, crossing his legs. Were they all friends? Well, Devon and Fletcher were, obviously. And Fletcher was definitely his friend, if not more; and Devon... well, sure, he should probably make friends with Devon. It would be bad to be enemies with Fletcher's best friend if him and the Junior were going to get together--which Andrew really hoped they were. "Yeah," Andrew replied to Devon's words, a small smile still lighting up his face.
Did Devon know that Fletcher had liked Andrew all this time? Andrew couldn't help but wonder. Or, like everyone else in Winterthorne, think that the two hated each other this whole time? He was Fletcher's best friend; surely the Junior had trusted him with that secret? But then...maybe he hadn't...that would explain how awkward it had gotten when he'd first waltzed in. He heard Fletcher speak and looked at him with green pools. The Werewolf was joking, right? His heart actually skipped a beat, he couldn't leave. Besides, who knew what might happen if the Werewolf left him and Devon alone? Andrew leaned towards Fletcher a bit. "You can't leave," he said, trying to make his tone sound light, maybe joking.
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devon hawthorne
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Post by devon hawthorne on Jul 5, 2008 14:51:08 GMT -5
devon smiled and nodded as both boys agreed that it shouldn't be awkward... so why was it still unbelievably awkward. well for one, devon was unbelievably confused. fletcher and andrew were known for hating each other, and now they were friends? hell, maybe even more? after all, devon had found them in bed together. god knows what they had done together, but hey, devon didn't really want to think about that at all, hopefully those thoughts would stay firmly away thank you very much, no thank you.
devon's eyes widened as he heard fletcher say that maybe he should leave. oh hell NO! devon couldn't be held responsible of what he did to andrew if he was left alone with him. but before he could tell fletcher that it was the most ludicrous idea ever, andrew was there. stupid andrew. devon nodded though. fletcher couldn't leave. "y-yeah. a-anyway, this is y-your room." devon giggled and shoved fletcher playfully. now he had to find out what was going on. "s-so. whats w-with you b-both, h-huh?" devon asked, looking from fletcher to andrew. giving one of his looks to fletcher. the one that said no-way-am-i-backing-down.
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fletcher cross
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Post by fletcher cross on Jul 6, 2008 23:04:09 GMT -5
He blinked. So when Devon had patted the bed, he had meant ‘sit down’, not ‘lay down’. That was fine, now that he thought about it. The view certainly was nice. His eyes flicked back and forth between Andrew and Devon. Both very sexy, he confirmed, blinking back any perverse thoughts that entered his brain as he lay there. Fletcher closed his eyes for a moment, soaking in the warmth that was radiating from the two bodies on either side of him, and shifted his weight a little so that he was more comfortable. Opening one eye to see their response, he grinned; they both looked exactly the same: scared as hell. “So now I’m not allowed to leave my room?” he teased, closing the open eye.
Crying out as he was shoved, he rolled a little into Andrew and then sank back into his position in the bed. His smile faltered a little when Devon asked the Dreaded Question. He had been hoping to avoid the Dreaded Question, but as horrible as it was, he knew it had to come at some point. He just hadn’t expected it to be so soon. Damnit. Devon was probably giving hi a look. Sighing, the bright azure eyes came back into play as he looked up. Unfortunately, yes. He was getting a look. “We’re...” he paused. What were they? “I-I like...him.” As if that wasn’t already obvious. “I mean,” he blushed, trying to find a way to put it so Devon wouldn’t be completely pissed at him. “he found me. In the Underground.” Yeah, that helped to explain things. Mhm.
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andrew lacetti
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Post by andrew lacetti on Jul 6, 2008 23:53:15 GMT -5
Well, Andrew felt like an idiot for acting so scared after Fletcher had commented he should leave. The Werewolf was just teasing him now...and Devon...but he didn't really care about that. It took a bit of effort to hold his tongue and keep from arguing, it was so instinctive to fight with Fletcher--even if he had been pretending. Things just sort of grow on you, you know? Andrew put a grin on his face, "No, you can't," he said in reply; his tone definitely light and joking this time, now that he'd gotten to compose himself better. He felt the Junior roll into him after Devon had shoved Fletcher and bit his lip, trying to hide the smile that grew before he moved again. Andrew shifted his position slightly when he heard Devon's next question.
Fuck, Andrew thought. Okay, so Devon definitely had had no idea Fletcher liked Andrew. Everyone in this room had been completely clueless about the whole thing, hadn't they? Just great...hopefully Fletcher could explain. He was Devon's best friend; he should know how to explain things to him well. Andrew didn't want to say something wrong and well...he didn't know. Make Fletcher hate him or Devon hate him (even though it may be too late for that one). So Andrew remained silent as he heard Fletcher begin to speak. "We're..." What did Fletcher mean by that? What they were was a very good question... And Andrew didn't have the answer to it--yet. Though, he knew what he wanted them to be.
When Fletcher was done speaking, Andrew couldn't help but think, Oh that was a great explanation. And now he'd pointed everything at Andrew by saying he'd found him. Yeah, it was true...but now Devon had more reason to hate him...it sounded kind of like Andrew had forced him to do anything. Guess I should take a stab at explaining, Andrew thought to himself, before Devon killed him. "Well...like..." he started, apparently he hadn't thought this out too well. He paused for a second to gather his thoughts and words. "I like Fletcher...and I guess he likes me...well, he just said so, so I guess he does," okay, he was rambling a bit now; damn being so nervous, "And we just sorta...found each other in the Underground last night and I don't know. It all just sorta spilled out and went together?" Andrew finished. Hopefully that was okay, even if he'd spoken a bit quickly.
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