Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better [r]

[Courtemanche Alexandre]

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[HAWTHORNE RILEY]

[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/6xydr5.jpg); border-right: 10px solid #EDEDED; padding: 8px;] YOU SHOULD'VE KISSED ME, YOU SHOULD'VE PUSHED ME UP AGAINST THE WALL. YOU SHOULD'VE KISSED ME, I WAS RIGHT ON THE EDGE AND READY TO FALL. I'VE NEVER OPENED UP TO ANYONE, SO HARD TO HOLD BACK WHEN I'M HOLDING YOU IN MY ARMS. WE DON'T NEED TO RUSH THIS, LET'S JUST TAKE IT SLOW. JUST A KISS ON YOUR LIPS IN THE MOONLIGHT, JUST A TOUCH OF THE FIRE BURNING SO BRIGHT. NO, I DON'T WANNA MESS THIS THING UP, I DON'T WANNA PUSH TOO FAR. JUST A SHOT IN THE DARK THAT YOU JUST MIGHT BE THE ONE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR MY WHOLE LIFE. SO BABY I'M ALRIGHT, WITH JUST A KISS GOODNIGHT, ⇢ TAGS :: alex ⇠ ⇢ NOTES :: <3 ⇠ five-thirty in the morning. on a saturday. the day he normally slept in, relaxing the whole day away in some fashion or another. but there he was, wide awake. sprawled out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. he couldn't go back to sleep no matter how much he tried. it was as if he'd slept for a long time but it had only been about two-to-three hours. his mind was racing but his body felt tired. yet he couldn't just continue to lay there, the time was going by much too slowly for him to do that. and so he pushed himself into a sitting position and sat there a moment, thinking about what he should do. a quick shower was first, the hot water washing away a good deal of his fatigue. he pulled on a pair of red pants before stepping out of the bathroom, toweling his hair and still debating on how to waste away the day. there was quite the toss up, so many things he could entertain himself with. with his hair no longer dripping, he tossed the towel over the back of his chair before pulling on his favorite black, cat-eared hoodie. before leaving his room he put on his usual black boots, grabbed his bag, ran a hand through his messy wet hair, and flipped off the light. riley found a nice, quite place to sit. he pulled out one of his books, deciding that a little reading might just calm his thoughts a bit. and it did, after a while. he stopped long enough to grab some breakfast, taking his time to eat before sitting back in the chair again. it took him no time at all to read but he still soaked it all up. he could recite and entire book, if he'd read it, quite easily. not that he would, necessarily, but he could. the ability came along with his perfect memory. if any memory could be considered perfect. hours must have passed since he'd woken up but he didn't keep track. He was halfway through lolita, by vladimir nabokov, when a chin was rested upon his shoulder. he didn't need to look to know who it was, his peripheral was more than enough to figure out as much. his dear friend and rival smelled of soap and shampoo, much like he probably did himself. he closed his book, mentally noting the page number, before turning his head ever so slightly. "quite interesting, though not nearly as much as you~," he said, a small grin forming upon his lips. if time hadn't been speeding by before, it would now. there was nothing like a good rivalry to make time fly. not to mention the banter that was sure to pass between them. as if it hadn't started already. the obsidian-headed teen quite enjoyed the back and forth he often had with the strawberry blond. it was light-hearted and friendly, yet they were also quite competitive. and maybe, somewhere along the lines, he'd begun to enjoy the other teens company a little more than he should have. but that was alright, it was his little secret anyway. "come to play, have you?" ⇢ 'thoughts' | "speach" ⇠ TEMPLATE BY RAYAH! of btn!

[Courtemanche Alexandre]

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[HAWTHORNE RILEY]

[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/6xydr5.jpg); border-right: 10px solid #EDEDED; padding: 8px;] YOU SHOULD'VE KISSED ME, YOU SHOULD'VE PUSHED ME UP AGAINST THE WALL. YOU SHOULD'VE KISSED ME, I WAS RIGHT ON THE EDGE AND READY TO FALL. I'VE NEVER OPENED UP TO ANYONE, SO HARD TO HOLD BACK WHEN I'M HOLDING YOU IN MY ARMS. WE DON'T NEED TO RUSH THIS, LET'S JUST TAKE IT SLOW. JUST A KISS ON YOUR LIPS IN THE MOONLIGHT, JUST A TOUCH OF THE FIRE BURNING SO BRIGHT. NO, I DON'T WANNA MESS THIS THING UP, I DON'T WANNA PUSH TOO FAR. JUST A SHOT IN THE DARK THAT YOU JUST MIGHT BE THE ONE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR MY WHOLE LIFE. SO BABY I'M ALRIGHT, WITH JUST A KISS GOODNIGHT, ⇢ TAGS :: alex ⇠ ⇢ NOTES :: <3 ⇠ he could have rolled his eyes, having known the other teen would say something like that. he was rather a vain one, always thinking very highly of himself. not that the dark headed teen minded at all, he was quite used to it by now. and, really, he couldn't blame the guy for thinking the way he did. no one could deny the strawberry blond was handsome and charming. vanity tended to come naturally when you had good looks and a decent personality to go along with it. he himself had a small case of it, how could he flirt with nearly everyone if he didn't? "pretty interesting, indeed~," he purred, his smirk moving more to an actual smile. already he was having a good time. the nickname made him chuckle a bit, it's double meaning becoming apparent to him instantly. he 'hmm'd, tapping the silver barbell piercing against his front teeth a couple of times. he'd seen one that would fit his companion quite well, gold with a bar on one side that said 'I<3ME'. how very fitting. his own was quite plain, today at least, not that he tended to show it off anyway. his face reddened a smidgen, very much aware of the other teen's proximity. it certainly wasn't unwelcome and he had an idea what might come next. riley knew it wasn't a serious offer, or at least he was quite certain of it. all the same, it's what set his face on fire enough that it was noticeable. the change wasn't much, just a dusty pink on his cheeks that he tried to force away. it didn't work of course. but he wouldn't let that bother him too much, as he had things to do. the air on his ear sent a shiver through him and he smiled, feeling the other boy standing back up and, no doubt, making his way around to stand before him. oh, and there he was. "haven't you recently showered as well? perhaps you should have given me a call. or we could make arrangements for a bath. how does that sound, love?" the english native was very much aware that plans would probably not be made. and if they were, they would probably go ignored when the time came. their flirtatious chatter had a tendency to end when they were done for the day and pick up again the next. it never led to anything more and he was content enough with that. he was perfectly happy with leaving things as they were, preferring that over risking losing it all over something trivial. holding his book up, his eyes moved over it's surface before landing on the strawberry blond leaning on the table in front of him. he had a fairly good idea of the book as a whole, though he hadn't finished it quite yet. the content covered a topic of delicacy, something not typically received well. but the book still found it's way onto top lists, it still gained good reviews. it had been adapted to film, twice, as well as various other medias. "yes, quite eccentric. but a good read all the same." a recommendable book, for those that wouldn't mind it's rather touchy topic. his thoughts moved back to the strawberry blond. putting the book on the end table next to the chair, he leaned forward. personal space meant very little to him when he was teasing or flirting, knowing that getting close tended to cause the better reactions. he knew the other teen knew that as well. it was one of the many similarities they shared, similarities that stemmed from them both having very flirtatious demeanors. reaching out with a hand, he let a few strawberry blond locks runs through his fingers. "much better now you're here, sir courtemanche. and how about yourself?" his words were a soft purr, pleasant and playful, matching the mood his companion had set. riley took the other teen's appearance in quickly, noting the loose buttons of his shirt before his gaze found it's way back to alex's face. a soft and gentle smile played upon his lips. ⇢ 'thoughts' | "speach" ⇠ TEMPLATE BY RAYAH! of btn!

[Courtemanche Alexandre]

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[HAWTHORNE RILEY]

[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/6xydr5.jpg); border-right: 10px solid #EDEDED; padding: 8px;] YOU SHOULD'VE KISSED ME, YOU SHOULD'VE PUSHED ME UP AGAINST THE WALL. YOU SHOULD'VE KISSED ME, I WAS RIGHT ON THE EDGE AND READY TO FALL. I'VE NEVER OPENED UP TO ANYONE, SO HARD TO HOLD BACK WHEN I'M HOLDING YOU IN MY ARMS. WE DON'T NEED TO RUSH THIS, LET'S JUST TAKE IT SLOW. JUST A KISS ON YOUR LIPS IN THE MOONLIGHT, JUST A TOUCH OF THE FIRE BURNING SO BRIGHT. NO, I DON'T WANNA MESS THIS THING UP, I DON'T WANNA PUSH TOO FAR. JUST A SHOT IN THE DARK THAT YOU JUST MIGHT BE THE ONE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR MY WHOLE LIFE. SO BABY I'M ALRIGHT, WITH JUST A KISS GOODNIGHT, ⇢ TAGS :: alex ⇠ ⇢ NOTES :: <3 ⇠ oh he knew a comeback for everything. the same could be said for riley, it was true, but he felt his companions comebacks were much more... pleasant. though maybe that was because he was on the receiving end of them. there wasn't much special about dishing them out, he did that much too often to think so. but to have them returned, it was always very nice. alex was one of the few that did such. perhaps that was why he found himself blushing on occasion. as light as his current blush was, he knew the other noticed it. how could he not? such flirtatious fellows could pick out even the smallest of things. "how about your place... and then mine?" it wouldn't do to have fun in just one or the other, after all. memories like that should be made in both. much like their flirtations having marked many a place around campus. all leaving bits of nostalgia lingering behind, waiting for the slightest bit or reminiscence. it would give him something pleasant to think about whilst sitting in his room. riley had read many books, more than he could keep track of. well, that wasn't true. it was hard for him to not keep track of things and he remembered everything. all the same, it was many books. but there were always more waiting for him. it was impossible to read every book in the world, though he'd made quite the dent in them. reading was one of his favorite things, after all. and reading fast meant finishing things quickly. "it'll be my next read, should take too long to finish lolita. once i'm no longer in you company, though i must say i'm in no hurry for that." the softness of alex's touch before his hand tugged on the hair at the back of riley's neck. the initial contact wasn't altogether unpleasant but the roughness of his head being pulled back made him growl softly, a light and sensual murmur of appreciation, as he looked into the other boy's eyes. his own fingers ran through the strawberry blond locks another couple of times before his fingertips trailed along the other teen's neck and the exposed portion of his chest. "and i'm happy you find my presence pleasant as well, love. i'd hate to know it displeases you." his soft purr, and the grin that accompanied it, carried a sultry air about it. ⇢ 'thoughts' | "speach" ⇠ ⇢ italicized speech is spoken in english ⇠ TEMPLATE BY RAYAH! of btn!