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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Jan 31, 2014 4:06:30 GMT
A house party, huh?
Kristoffer never was fond of house parties. They were always full of losers trying to get cheap dates and always destroyed everything in their drunken stoopers. He was embarrassed to even be there, but, his beloved Haven was there and he had to keep an eye on him. For shame, Haven. Didn't you know any better? Kristoffer thought he'd taught you that you were more than that. Sigh. Oh well, what could he do? He'd follow him around and keep his eye on him, attempt to converse with a few people to blend in and then, when the time was right, "accidentally" run into him and seem surprised.
"Haven!? What are you doing here? Were you invited, too?" Kristoffer asked, his acting almost mediocre as he brought a hand to his chest, trying to appear shocked. It was alright, he thought. Haven looked almost three sheets to the wind already, so he probably wouldn't have been able to tell.
He reached down and took his hand, then pulled him off to the side where they could pay better attention to each other and avoid the party goers. "Come on, let's go find ourselves a better spot to talk."
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Jan 31, 2014 7:12:25 GMT
It had been a while since Haven found the chance to slip out without his shadow skulking behind him, a shadow better known as Kristoffer. The albino was his friend, but sometimes he was just too clingy. Haven liked to go out on his own sometimes and do his own thing. And there was a party with his name on it. He had been invited to it just the other day. So he set off to it in his cutest outfit. After a few hours there, he had a few too many drinks and a bit too much fun. He stumbled through the ground, giggling at the stupidest things. The blunette was jostled suddenly, nearly losing his balance. He frowned. “Hey,” slurred the aerialist. “Be careful.” He blinked a few times, just catching up with what the white haired guy was saying. Then it dawned on him who he was. “Kristoffer?” He wasn’t supposed to be here! But he said he’d been invited so Haven guessed he was. Haven was in no state to think Kristoffer was lying. He barely even resisted when he took his hand and started leading him away. “Where are we going? My song is playing! I want to dance.” He pouted, but he followed the contortionist nonetheless. KRISTOFFER KROWE |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Jan 31, 2014 13:01:08 GMT
"Haven, every song is your song when you're drunk," he replied as he tugged the boy to another part of the house, one with a sofa with lots of throw pillows and not to mention more secluded. Yes, that would do nicely. He pushed Haven down on the sofa and joined right after him, his body bouncing just a little bit from the impact of his butt making contact with the cushions. He let out a sigh and leaned back, smiling wide. He was proud for locating his Very Important Person and hoarding him all to himself.
He reached over and pulled Haven closer, an innocently mischievous smile was plastered onto his face. "It seems like you've really had a lot to drink tonight, haven't you? You're such a party boy~"
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Jan 31, 2014 16:48:20 GMT
“I’m not drunk. Come on, I want to dance!” Kristoffer hadn’t loosened his grip on Haven’s hand despite his protest. He just tugged the drunken blunette off to some other part of the house. The music became distant and muffled. Wherever he had been taken, there weren’t any people around either. It was just him and Kristoffer. If Haven hadn’t been so intoxicated, he would have tried to get back to the party. He dropped down onto the couch with a slight bounce and Kristoffer plopped down beside him. He was latched onto Haven in a second. “I didn’t have that much.” He objected. Why was Kristoffer sitting so close? He tried to wiggle out of his grasp without success. KRISTOFFER KROWE |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Feb 1, 2014 2:10:17 GMT
Kristoffer laughed at Haven's slurred voice and he nuzzled up against him, resting up against his chest. He looked up at him with wide eyes, nibbling against his own lower lip in a bit of a pout. "Why're you trying to get away? The party's not going anywhere, Haven. Just relax for a little while." He glanced down at his friend's shirt and he smoothed it out, trying to make him look more presentable and press the wrinkles out of his shirt with his hands. "Haven, you're such a mess... You really like to let loose, don't you?"
The albino's eyebrow quirked at his own statement, not liking how that might've been true. He didn't like anyone being all up on Haven, clinging to him and trying to steal him away. Red orbs looked up to meet with blue ones, eyebrows arched slightly. "You're not avoiding me, are you, Haven?" He couldn't bare it. No, he absolutely hated that thought. He didn't want Haven to avoid him or ignore him, especially not try and keep away from him.
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Feb 2, 2014 4:34:04 GMT
That was exactly the reason, though Haven still had sense enough not to say so. Who knew what Kristoffer would have done if he had. He wouldn’t risk it, sober or drunk. Sometimes the albino could be positively frightening. Haven didn’t know how Kristoffer had gotten so obsessed with him, and he was afraid to even ask. “It’s fine. My shirt’s fine.” He protested. Kristoffer wasn’t stupid though. He made the connection, somewhat. “Avoiding you? Why would I do that?” He laughed, finding the situation funny despite it being quite the opposite. “You’re being paranoid.” KRISTOFFER KROWE |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Feb 2, 2014 5:10:15 GMT
Kristoffer smiled, pleased with the answer of not being avoided. "Good because if you were avoiding me, I just might cry, Haven." It was a sweet threat, though sincere as he locked eyes with his friend. He absolutely loved his eyes, so crystal clear and blue. They complimented his complexion and his hair so well.
"Have you ever been told how amazingly attractive you are? Even drunk and sloppy-looking you're just so handsome,"Kristoffer commented. His eyes were taking in the sight of his friend.
Finding it difficult to help himself, he swung a leg over Haven's and made himself comfortable in his lap, resting his hands on the boy's shoulders. "If you're not avoiding me, then you won't mind this, will you?" What did that even have to do with anything? Absolutely nothing, but that wasn't the point. He was toying with Haven and Kristoffer just loved to tug his friend around by the metaphorical collar he'd put on him.
"Haven, will you answer something for me?" Kristoffer asked, tilting his head to the side. "Why don't you want me?" He left it vague on purpose.
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Feb 5, 2014 4:29:31 GMT
“Don’t cry,” He mumbled, not really sure what else to say. Haven wanted nothing more than to get back to the party where all the fun and music was. Kristoffer was getting too close, asking too many questions. The conversation had already gone somewhere uncomfortable. His inebriated mind was too muddled to really process anything clearly and he was willing to say anything to keep the albino from getting upset. Now Haven was growing a bit impatient with his friend, who seemed set on keeping him away from the party. “Kris,” Haven began, pouting. "I already said I wasn’t avoiding you. Why don’t you believe me?” He just wanted the contortionist to be satisfied and leave him to his fun. The blunette went out to have fun without the other man glaring down anyone who got close to him. KRISTOFFER KROWE |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Feb 6, 2014 4:56:22 GMT
"I don't mean it like that," he replied coyly, letting his fingertips graze along the front of his friend's shirt. Haven smelt strong of alcohol when he spoke, though Kristoffer didn't mind it, not if it was Haven. "I know you're not avoiding me now. But you don't want me."
No, he was meaning it in a certain other special kind of way. He let his fingertips graze up underneath Haven's chin, letting his nail scratch at his skin lightly. "You know I really like you, Haven. But, you don't seem to return the feeling and I don't know why. I'm always trying to keep you happy. Don't you want that? Since when did you start getting so distant?" He pouted, making a face, even, and ran his hands through his friend's hair.
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Feb 6, 2014 20:18:49 GMT
Through the haze of inebriation, Haven was beginning to understand what Kristoffer was getting at. He wanted to know why he wasn’t attracted to him. How was he supposed to explain that? Any answer he gave was likely to be hazardous to his health, and his buzz. “We’re friends,” Haven started hopefully. “Aren’t we? Why do we need to be more than that?”Haven had played around with members of his own and the opposite gender. He couldn’t very well say it was because he wasn’t interested in men. Women were his preference. It didn’t change that he had slept with men before. “I’m not distant at all.” He mumbled. “You’re thinking too much into things.” KRISTOFFER KROWE |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Feb 6, 2014 22:07:40 GMT
His fingers pushed through the strands of the bluenette and once deeply set, he gripped them, giving them a soft tug. The reason was because of the friend comment. Why push it past that? Because he loved him, that's why. He wanted all of him to himself. His mind, his body, his soul--everything! He was in love with him; how could he not see that? What was so difficult to understand about that concept?
Slowly, he released his grip and let his fingertips trail their way down along the sides of his face and neck, resting on his friend's shoulders once more. The albino leaned forward a little more, closing in the distance just a bit, "But, I love you, Haven. Why not push past friendship?"
Clearly, Haven had to have been lying somewhere. How could he say all those things, yet not like him at the same time? Kristoffer just couldn't wrap his mind around it. Everything coming out of his friend's mouth just seemed so half-assed.
"Perhaps... you need convincing?" He asked and grazed his fingertips across Haven's lips.
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Mar 11, 2014 1:18:07 GMT
Wincing at the pain blooming in his scalp, Haven tried to worm out of Kristoffer’s grasp. This wasn’t fun. He just wanted to get back to the party where the multicolor lights swirled around and the bodies pressed close on the dance floor. He wouldn’t mind another drink either. The albino was totally killing his buzz. Why did Kris have to be there anyways? Who invited him? “Kris, stop it. We’re friends. C’mon, let’s just get back to the party.” This whole situation was getting way out of hand. He didn’t even know how it had become like this. When had Kris become so obsessed, so frightening? “What’s gotten into you?” KRISTOFFER KROWE |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Mar 12, 2014 21:02:12 GMT
Kristoffer looked pained when Haven scolded him. He didn't like this, either, though for a completely different reason. "Please, Haven?" He whispered, almost pleading.
He leaned forward and let his lips just barely graze against his friend's, his breath just a little bit shaky. "How will you know if you don't try?" Kristoffer asked, wanting just a little bit of cooperation from his friend. Just a little bit wouldn't hurt, right?
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Apr 4, 2014 4:53:36 GMT
The blunette wanted any excuse to escape the little mess he’d wound up in. Yet his albino friend refused to back down. “Kristoffer.” He sighed, making some space between him and the other man’s lips. He had one last bullet in his arsenal. “I’m not interested in dating men.” If that didn’t put Kristoffer off his case then nothing would. “Why don’t we get some drinks and get back to the party?” His buzz was totally ruined. He needed to get a couple more drinks in him before the night was over. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to dance. KRISTOFFER KROWE |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Apr 4, 2014 5:40:36 GMT
Hearing the words really stabbed Kristoffer right in the chest and he could feel it tighten as he looked his friend over. The albino swallowed thickly, arching his eyebrows. "B-but... but how else will you know if you.... don't try?" He asked, giving Haven a soft smile, gentle and broken as it was.
He could feel a burn at the back of his eyes, but he blinked it away as he ran a hand along his friend's jaw. As much as he really wanted to be manipulative at that moment, he wasn't. He was being true and honest right then. Those feelings and expressions were real.
Suddenly, he could feel his heart racing from the sudden burst of adrenaline from rejection and he took a sudden breath or two. "Could... could we... Could we experiment? Just a test?" He was willing to try anything to make it sound more appealing to Haven, especially since he had alcohol in his system. "I'll make a deal with you, okay? I'll get you another drink--a fresh one and in return, you'll kiss me."
Kristoffer tried to look and sound as appealing as possible, anything to get on the better side of Haven and convince him to try this with his friend. "Please?"
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