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*streches, glancing at the clock and seeing that its near 9:15, knows he should get up and take a shower, brush his teeth, put on clothes, but doesnt, wanting, almost needing to stay where he is; entertwined with bastian, sheets sprawled over them. smiles at the feeling of warmth, security realising their chests rising and falling in unison, smile widens, has been absently tracing his finger tips over the arm bastian has drapped over his chest, gingerly moves from the embrace to go sit at the computer, typing slowly and soft so that he doesnt wake bastian*
moved here from wyoming. torn from the things i loved most but at the same time brought to things i loved, my sister. so i moved, hoping to rely on a sister who turned out to no be all to welcoming, over a friendship i made with someone who had hurt her long ago... so not only was i alone and longing for people back home, my sister was bitter. but things improved. ian moved as well, following me here, surprising me, and i was thrown into the most wonderful 12 hours of feeling loved, wanted... even needed. but that also ended, even though, as that did, basian happened. like they say: every new beginning is some other new beginings end. while it may not be love from both ends, there is something there that is expressed to be more than just a casual relationship...
*looks behind him at the sleeping form, smiling, genuinly happy, turns and begins to type once more*
...before i get too sappy lets change the subject. i am in two bands. one as the lead vocalist with another lead vocalist, calista, we're called Spit Shit Out. the second band i am the drummer... i dont know our name... *scrunches his nose* we dont have one... hah, its with my sister... my new roomate is awesome. luke's a good guy. talks about his shadow a lot... *does the same*
*bites on his lip, wanting to go back to the bed and be engulfed by the feel of bas, hits update and returns to the bed, staying awake as bastian sleeps, keeping their breathing in sync*
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