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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 27, 2008 23:30:01 GMT -5
 I thought I was a fool for no-one Oh baby I'm a fool for you
Favorite color?
That was actually a tough question. He liked a lot of colors. But there had to be at least one color that he preferred above all the others. Ian just couldn't think about anything that atuck out above the others. No- wait- Ian could think of a color. "I really like blue." Ian said finally, "I think it's my favorite. Wait- maybe green- or no- yeah, no... blue." He chuckled at his own indecisiveness. Ian had never had to think about what his favorite color was before. It was nice to think about something instead of what he would actually be thinking about.
"There's something about blue... relaxing, smooth, but rough at the same time. To relate it something... I guess the ocean." Ian shrugged, "I've never REALLY seen the ocean, but I've seen it in a picture once. It looked realle serene... I dunno... maybe I've got it all wrong." Patch had mentioned surfing so Ian was sure that Patch probably kew exactly what the ocean was like. He was also sure that Patch may not have wanted an explanation, but Ian was an open book as far as that was concerned.
"What about you? You favorite color... tell me about it." Ian said, trying to keep the conversation moving. He was really interested in knowing about Patch, plus it kept him thinking about Patch instead of the actual train ride. He felt stupid and silly for being afraid of crowds. It seemed like such a silly thing to be afraid of... but Ian just couldn't help it. Crowds always made him neverous, and yes, bad enough to retreat into fetal position. Ian could only imagine how childish Patch must think he was acting.
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Post by Patch Flood on Nov 27, 2008 23:56:09 GMT -5
Patch smiled,"Yeah...the ocean is exactly like the color blue," he chuckled,"Calm but rough at the same time," he didn't seem bothered by him explaining why it was his favorite color. Patch was geniunely interested in everything Ian said, which wans't like Patch. He was usually too preoccupied in smoking to think about what the person before him was talking about.
"Pink," he chuckled, for once actually looking a bit embaressed, since his hand went to the nape of his neck, but he didn't blush,"Because it reminds me of home in Hawaii," yeah, Patch was a bit of a sucker for the whole sunrise, sunset thing. He loved it. And every single day, when the weather would permit it, Patch would always be found up bright and early just to surf-to see if he could reach the rising sun or beat it to the sky. And in the evening he would try to beat it at sunset before it reached the ocean. It would always play just that perfect shade of pink that Patch liked,"Sunset-sunrise pink," Patch corrected himself. He didn't like hot pink or pastel pink too much. Just the pink the sky gave him.
Nature...Patch loved it.
"What about your favorite food?" Patch easily kept the conversation flowing. He was squating, so he was eye leveled with Ian instead of towering over him like before. This way the conversation did seem to stay between the two of them.
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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 28, 2008 0:30:00 GMT -5
I thought I was a fool for no-one Oh baby I'm a fool for you
Favorite food-- hm... at least this one wasn't as hard as the color one. He smiled, "LEMONHEADS!" He then thought a little hard, "Oh- wait- I guess that's candy. Um, as far as actual food-" Ian paused to really thing about it. He wanted Patch to know the truth about what he liked. Ian wasn't just saying any of this stuff to impress Patch. He had to think of the one answer that was absolutely Ian and nothing else. Ian just liked people knowing the real him that way he didn't have to do something he hated for a long time just to make someone feel good. It was always nice to be open and honest from the get go.
"I'm going with turkey sandwich. I like to make sandwiches. Eh- might sound weird, but oh well. My perfect meal would consist of a turkey sandwich, grape fanta, and a box of lemonheads for desert." Ian answered with a laugh. "Strange mix, but as long as it works for me I don't care. Plus, it's cheap and fun to make." He liked explaining why he liked things. Ian hoped it would give Patch and indepth look to his personality. He drew in a deep breath, more relieved than when he first got on the train. It was a good think that Patch was down on his level because Ian could focus on Patch.
Ian smiled. "Your turn." He said shortly. Patch should know the drill. Ian wanted to know everthing he could about Patch even though it would be pointless. There was a reason that he had never seen Patch around before and Ian figured that after this he wouldn't see Patch agian. Ian figured it was one of those 'bond while you can' moments and he was just going to make the best out of it. He really wanted to see Patch again though-- so far the two of them had really hit it off. Truthfully, Ian would be happy with a new friend.
But none of these thoughts were voiced. Ian figued there was no use in voicing any of that stuff if he wasn't going to see Patch again. After the train ride-- Ian hated to thinking, but couldn't help but realize the truth of it-- Patchface and Mr. Cute Guy would have to part ways. They may have the same general destination, but Ian was sure that Patch probably had better things to do than walk with him to the dorms to just hang. So Ian wasn't even going to bring it up.
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Post by Patch Flood on Nov 28, 2008 13:00:37 GMT -5
Patch laughed,"I've never had a lemonhead. Never even heard of it. But it sounds good," he was a bit deprived as a child. No. That was a lie. Patch was introduced to everything while growing up. If Patch asked his parents a question, they always answered truthfully. Like when Patch was seven and asked why his mom was screaming the night before in her bedroom, she answered that she was having sex with Patch's dad. And then Patch asked what sex was and his father explained to him the entire thing.
It was probably something you shouldn't tell a seven year old, but it happens. And Patch learned from an early age that it was honesty or nothing and keeping your mouth shut was basically like lying. So yeah-honesty was a huge Murphy-Flood Family thing.
"But I love cuban sandwiches," Patch smiled as if thinking about it,"But only from Havanna's," it was a place where he used to hang out in Hawaii.
"Uh..." Patch scrunched up his nose as it hit him. He still didn't remember where he was suppose to be going,"Where are you going? Because I have no idea where this train is taking us..."
He felt a bit clueless. Ugh. Sometimes he hated his own forgetfulness. Did he have any cash on him? Maybe he could buy a packet of menthols somewhere and then get a cab. Ah....Where was he suppose to be going!? And who the fuck was he supposed to be meeting up with...? Damn it...
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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 28, 2008 13:29:07 GMT -5
I thought I was a fool for no-one Oh baby I'm a fool for you
Ian's eyes grew wide, "Never had lemonheads? Hm, that's a shame." Ian wanted to offer to introduce him to lemon heads one day, but that just didn't seem to be appropriate. He didn't want to promise something that he wasn't sure he would be able to keep. I've never had a cuban sandwich so I'd say we're pretty even." He glanced away from Patch for a moment, which was a big mistake. It hit him that he was still on a crowded train and he hoped that the train would soon be arriving to the school.
"I'm going to Secere Academy." Ian wrinkled his nose, "Eh- wish I could prolong going to school though." He complained as he finally moved out of fetal position. Leaning slightly toward Patch Ian smiled, "I just kind of want to get off this train, buy a grape fanta, and chill." Ian wasn't sure if he should be giving so much away. It didn't seem like a bad idea... and maybe he could even invite Patch to the dorm with him. It had been a while since Ian had brought ANYONE to the dorm whether it was just a friend or a date.
Ian smiled, "You could come with me if ya want. I'm just gonna be around my dorm for the rest of the day." It would be nice if Patch would say yes, but it wouldn't exactly hurt Ian's feelings if he said no either. Why prolong the ivevitable? Eventually Ian and Patchface would have to split ways and it's iffy as to whether Ian would see Patch much after that. So why not get a lot of a good thing while he could?
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Post by Patch Flood on Nov 28, 2008 13:36:55 GMT -5
Patch smiled,"Grape fantas, lemon heads, and cuban sandwiches," it was a suggestion,"Because I don't remember where I'm suppose to be going..." he put his hand on the nape of his neck again,"And I'd like to talk with you more. You're a lot cooler than the majority of the people at the Academy," he chuckled,"And a lot cuter, Mister Cute Guy."
Patch's subtle way of flirting that isn't really subtle. Go Flood! And just as Patch stood, the train seemed to come to a stop,"Shall we, Mister Cute guy?" he held out his arm for him to take with a prince charming smile on his face,"Our grape fantas await."
The reason Patch most likely had never seen Ian before was because Patch was usually in the principle's office, in the parking lot smoking, in detention, or just not in school in general. He didn't eat the cafeteria food-he found it disgusting. So he usually forgot to come back to school after lunch...Which would count as a cut, which would send him to the principal's office, which would send him to detention, then skipping detention to go smoke in the parkinglot, and then leaving again so the process is like a vicious, continuious cycle of Flood-hood.
The train was already starting to filter out as Patch waited for Ian patiently.
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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 28, 2008 13:53:40 GMT -5
I thought I was a fool for no-one Oh baby I'm a fool for you
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Patch said...
Deep, deep inside Ian wanted to squeal with excitement. He was going to get to hang out with a guy that really seemed to be pretty cool. The train finally pulled to a stop and Ian stood, taking Patch's arm as it was offered to him. "I don't know that I'm the cutest. Definitely not if I'm standing next to you." He chuckled softly, squeezing Patch's arm gently as they began to make their way through the train. Ian was a little modest... okay he was a lod modest. He didn't like to complement himself in the obvious way. IT was pretty hard for him to accept complements because he never got a big head about much.
"Grape fanta, lemonheads, and cuban sandwiches it is!" Ian said excitedly."Oh, thanks for being my distraction. I would've freaked without you." That was the truth. Ian couldn't handle crowds that well. Besides commitment and the future it was one of his biggest fears. Ian didn't have very many fears, but the three he did have were intense. He didn't like thinking about any of them and they all usually required distractions of different kinds so that he didn't have to think about them.
The first fear and the worst was commitment. Ian wasn't good at commiting to anything or anyone. It was the very reason that any relationship he had ever been in had failed. He would always find something wrong with whoever it was and would find a reason to break up with them. The second fear was the future. Ian didn't like thinking too far ahead of the 'now'. It was pretty depressing and he didn't enjoy it. The third fear Patch had already seen in action.
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Post by Patch Flood on Nov 28, 2008 14:01:50 GMT -5
Patch smiled,"No problem," he replied at the being his distraction.
"Okay," he began as he took in a deep breath,"Your favorite color is blue...because it reminds you of the ocean. And I'm guessing lemonheads is your favorite candy...and your favorite drink if grape fanta and food wise its a turkey sandwich. Your name is Mi-I mean....Ian...And you go to the Academy but, sadly, I've never seen you there before..." It was like Patch was trying to recap on it as they walked.
"I hope I can remember that...Oh! And you smell good," Patch chuckled as he glanced over at him. Patch would force himself to remember if he had to. Ian Ian Ian Ian. He was going to remember. If he could remember that sex with Graca was amazing, he could remember simple things like Ian's favorite stuff. He was pretty sure he would remember Ian's face-that wouldn't be hard. Cute people tended to always stand out the most in his mind, and Ian was sort of in the top two of his list right now-tied with Graca. Best guy and best gal. Yummy.
blue...lemonheads....grape fanta...turkey sandwiches...and the delicious smell of old spice.... Patch seemed to repeat those things over and over in his mind. HE WOULD REMEMBER! he was determined. No fucking up this time. Patch didn't think he would suddenly never see Ian again. If Patch managed to remember Ian, he would end up seeing him everywhere-which Patch would actually...like.
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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 28, 2008 23:48:22 GMT -5
I thought I was a fool for no-one Oh baby I'm a fool for you
Ian laughed, "I smell good? OH! The hoodie." He had forgotten that his hoodie was tied around Patch's neck. "Old Spice is the best." he said with a grin. It was always for Ian to hear that he smelled good. He was glad that he had switched to Old Spice last year. Hah- it was the best for real! Well, Ian had thought so. He had went through the whole row of different body washes til he found the right one. It was so strong that Ian really didn't even have to wear deoderant. He did anyway, but he really didn't have to.
"My turn to recap." Ian said with a smile as they finally got off the train. "You're Patch Flood, you like the color pink, but only sunset pink, boarding, and cuban sandwiches." He was glad that he remembered that stuff about Patch. Patch seemed so interesting to Ian. If there was one thing that Ian liked in a guy it was how interesting they could be. Well, that and Ian was more for the easy going type. He didn't want to constantly be stressed out.
AH! Ian had to stop thinking about how much Patch was his type. He didn't want to start thinking like that until it was a sure thing. There wasn't a large chance that it would be a sure thing even in the future. Ian didn't want to jump the gun-- but he and patch had somethings in common and he seemed like he-- NO! Ian slapped himself mentally, trying to stop from jumping into something head first. Every time Ian did that he would always end up regretting it.
"Are you sure you want to hang with me? My dorm is a loooooong way... room 517." Ian said with a laugh. "What I like to do... is race up the stairs, grab my sleeping bag, and ride down the stairs again. Hurts like hell, but it's freaking hilarious."
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Post by Patch Flood on Dec 3, 2008 19:14:33 GMT -5
Patch had the look on his face that seemed to say it all. It was priceless. He had the : Holy Fuck! No Way! like he couldn't believe it but wanted to try it himself.
"A sleeping bag race!!!" Patch seemed excited for it,"And sure man," he chuckled, his hand going in his pocket as he grinned cheesily,"I get to chill with Mister Cute Guy. No matter what we do its gonna be awesome," oh how subtle he was about his liking towards Ian...Oh so subtle...
Patch tended to outright say when he liked someone. It was that honesty thing about him. If he was completely in love with someone, which hasn't happened yet, he will say it and not regret it. The only reason he hasn't regretted it so far was because he has only told family members he loved them-and close friends.
"Wait..." he suddenly stopped and locke dhi eyes onto Ian's, his head going to the side as the gears in his brain started working.
He wasn't blinking. Weird...but it was what Patch did. He was currently concentrating on connecting Ian to someone he knew. Both his personality,face, and name....It had to be in his brain somewhere...
Then came the shining light bulb.
"His name's Ian!" she smiled sweetly as they sat in her land rover in the trunk doodling on their homework. "He's a total sweetheart! And he's cute-a bonus on your half," she glanced up at him and gave a very obvious yet innocent wink,"At least be his friend or something. I could set you guys up if you want....Ian would love you...you're Patch flood."
"SEVVI!" Patch's eyes widened as he seemed to realize it,"She told me about you!!!" he started laughing.
"She was right..." he put a hand on the nape of his neck as a slight pink blush fell over his cheeks as he realized his outburt might have actually freaked him out a bit,"You're a lot awesomer than she told me."
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Post by Ian Ackart on Dec 7, 2008 13:51:33 GMT -5
I thought I was a fool for no-one Oh baby I'm a fool for you
Ian watched Patched. It seemed like he was deep in thought for a moment. What was really creepy was the fact that Patch didn't seem to blink once while he was thinking, if thinking was even what he was doing. Tilting his head slightly so that his hair fell over his eyes a little he wondered what Patch could be thinking about. He wasn't sure why he was so curious about it, but a part of him wanted--no--needed to know what Patch was thinking about. But he didn't want to pry. If Patch wanted to know, then there was no doubt that Patch would come right out and say it. From what Ian had seen Patch seemed to be the 'say what he thinks' kind of guy, and Ian liked that because it sort of mirrored his own personality to a degree.
Suddenly Patch shouted Sevvi's name loudly and proceeded to say that Sevvi had told him about Ian before. That could either be good or bad depending on the stuff that Sevvi told him. Ian was pretty good at being immature and off the wall. Hopefully Sevvi had left that part off. He didn't want any bad impressions with Patch, "Sevvi told you about me?" He asked with a surprised smile, "Well, she did say she was going to try and find me a guy. Guess she wasn't lying." Ian chuckled. What really surprised him was that Sevvi had done a really good job. Ian liked Patch so far. There were a few things that he wasn't used to dealing with, but other than that-- Patch was great.
Eh- Ian didn't think it would be a great idea to start thinking of Patch in that level yet. He needed to keep it simple. Ian wasn't really good with relationships. He was a grade A committophobe. The ability to make commitmnts is impared for Ian. He would always find something wrong with the other person and use it to break up with them.As much as Ian hated doing that to people... it was just something that he couldn't help. "I hope Sevvi only said good things." He added with a hopeful smile. If she didn't Ian would soooo have a talk with her. He'd have to text her later and tell her that he ran into Patch. Apparently she knows him, so it shouldn't be weird.
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