1x1 with tabby-chan

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Love is patient
Love is selfless
Love is hopeful
Love is kind
Love is jealous
Love is selfish
Love is helpless
Love is blind

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Quinn crossed his arms stubbornly and offered a sly little smirk that tugged on one corner of his mouth. An apology would not be given until he would have to beg for mercy. he'd seriously been scared, and he'd hold a miniscule grudge against the boy until he himself got on his knees and begged for forgiveness. which wouldn't happen. at the mention of a party, he had a mixture of emotions. happily surprised- Luka had warmed up enough to ask to go to a social event with him in which they'd be seen together in public. but he suddenly got nervous, debating what to say. he blinked once, twice, then smiled. "I'd love to, as long as I don't have to wear a dress." Quinn said, relating to the previous topic about him being a wonderful princess and Luka being some sort of dashing prince.

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((I have some homework and tests to study for, so my reply time will probably just get worse, until it's all done. Sorry. xC))

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Shoving the boy’s shoulder, Luka quietly grumbled out, “You’re such a stubborn ass,” as if he weren’t the one who was so headstrong about almost anything and everything. (Hopefully, Quinn saw where he got it from. His father.) “Just so you’re aware, I wasn’t going to suggest you wear a dress, but now.... I think it’s a requirement.” The werewolf smiled, opening his mouth to add another teasing remark when the music teacher opened the door and pranced in. The moment he laid eyes on the two a smug smirk tugged at the corner of the middle aged man’s lips. This was Mr. Colemann they were talking about... of course he’d be smug. “I see you two are getting along again. All it took was shoving you into a room together.” The enthusiast teacher was pretty proud of what he’d made them accomplish in only forty minutes. “Detention’s over now. You two are free to go.”
-----The werewolf took his guitar back from Quinn and placed it in its case. From there, he snatched his stuff up and practically bolted out the door, eager to escape the school building. However, he did stop to wait for the other boy outside the front entrance. “So I’ll meet ya there? Party starts at eight.”

[bee]

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Love is patient
Love is selfless
Love is hopeful
Love is kind
Love is jealous
Love is selfish
Love is helpless
Love is blind

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Quinn opened his mouth to respond, but Mr. Coleman came in right then and there, looking like he'd accomplished something. He couldn't say he wasn't a little bit disappointed, Quinn had enjoyed this little music session with his friend. Maybe he should get detention more often. Packing up his things didn't take long, and he was soon scurrying after his friend, who'd bolted out the door like the fire alarm was going off. Quinnely's sneakers squeaked in the hall as he jog-ran towards the front doors to catch up with Luka, if he was still within sight when he got out of the building. And he was, waiting for him on the front steps. "I mean, I'm really honored, Luka, but I think it'd be a little helpful if I knew where the party was at?" he offered a teasing smile and plopped his bag over on the ground, digging through it for only a moment before finding a fine tip sharpie. The teen straightened and grabbed Luka's wrist gently, tugging it towards him, and started writing his number on his old friend's forearm. "oh, and, call me and we can work out more guitar lessons. You're a decent teacher."

(It's fine, I understand uvu school's important.)

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Luka was reclining against the metal stair rail, waiting patiently for Quinn, when the teen finally jogged outside and into the cool, evening air. Good. He’d had enough sense to escape before Mr. Colemann went on one of his ‘you should join our music class’ spiels. Or maybe the other had just been trying to catch up to him. Either way... he was here, and he was inquiring about the party. “Really? Place that important, huh?” The werewolf let out an overdramatic huff (as if telling Quinnely were really such an inconvenience) and quickly snatched the sharpie from the boy once he was done with it. “Well. Fine. If you really need to know... Remember where Ollie used to live? The really tall kid with those bright blue eyes and curly, dark, black hair? Super nice?... Yeah, well, if you go to his house and then take the trail out back, through the woods, you’ll eventually get to the beach. The bonfire shouldn’t be too far from there.” Gently taking the other’s hand and flipping it so his palm was up, Luka scribbled down the address. He didn’t know how Quinn could have forgotten where Oliver lived, as they had gone to just about a million birthday parties at that house, but just in case. “So.. I’ll see ya there? Or do you need a ride or something?”

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Love is patient
Love is selfless
Love is hopeful
Love is kind
Love is jealous
Love is selfish
Love is helpless
Love is blind

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of course he remembered where Ollie lived, they used to hang out there all the time. He didn't exactly need the address, but at least he had backup if his memory wasn't as good as he thought it was. "a ride would be nice, but you probably don't want to be seen with a peasant like me." Quinn chided, quirking a brow teasingly. "I can just take my skateboard there to save you the hassle, it's downhill from my house. As a price for my 'kidnapping'," he moved both hands to make air quotes around the word, "you get to do the honor of driving me home." the teen reached down and slung one strap of his bag over his shoulder, then ran a hand through his hair, blue eyes casting up to meet amber ones. "and...will, ah, they be there?" Quinn asked, meaning Luka's jock admirers.

[foxes800]

((Okay this is pretty sloppy and rushed... But I want to get to the party, so hopefully the wb will stop. :/))

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Luka quirked a dark brow at Quinn’s peasant comment. Heh. Still going with the prince, princess, and peasant theme it seemed. “You sure?” The pack cabin may be deep in the middle of the forest, while the other’s house was much closer to Ollie’s, but he still wouldn’t mind taking a small detour to pick him up. “You’re going to hold the kidnapping thing over my head until the day I die, aren’t you?... But I suppose I do owe the little scaredy cat that much. God forbid you have to walk up a hill to get home,” He teased, ruffling the other’s hair before slowly making his way down the steps and over to his car. Only to call back to Quinn, “As for the others... I’m sure they’ll be there, but they won’t pick on ya. Ollie hates Ian. He's not even invited.”

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Love is patient
Love is selfless
Love is hopeful
Love is kind
Love is jealous
Love is selfish
Love is helpless
Love is blind

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Quinn chuckled as his hair was messed up for the second time that today, and reached out to attempt to straighten it. "yeah, I'm sure. But try not to embarrass me too much at the party, please." he waved a little to Luka, then set off down the road towards his house. It was a lot quicker when he wasn't half dead. As he was walking, Quinn remembered that the other teen had convinced some kids at the school that he...well, liked guys. He'd have to explain to the others that this was false, and he, in fact, had only dated girls throughout his whole life and didn't have an interest in men.

(Completely cruddy post so that we can quickly time skip to the party uvu)

[foxes800]

((On mobile. I apologize for any terrible spelling.))

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Three hours later. Eight o'clock on the dot. And the party was already in full swing. Oh boy. The neighbors would be howling about this one for months. Teens were everywhere. Splashing through the waves, huddled around the bonfire, talking walks along the ocean, and making out in the forest. Not to mention the noise polution. Luka would honestly be surpised if the cops didn't show up and tell them to turn down the blaring music and to cut back on the amount of shrieking. Seriously. Why was there so much shrieking? "Someone better be freaking dead." He grumbled to himself. Despite being popular and a fairly outgoing person, Luka really wasn't the party type. Not since Quinn had left anyways. But who could blame him with the friends he had and with the way his girlfriend behaved at social gatherings? The werewolf hadn't even been here for ten minutes, and Amelia was already making out with another guy along the dirt path leading down to the beach. He was pretty sure she had seen him too, and she hadn't even had the curtesy to stop and try to explain herself. What a great wife she would be.
-----Currently, Luka was flopped down in the cool sand near the water, his shoes kicked off to the side so that waves would only get his feet wet. Every once in a while, the eighteen year old would twist his head around and glance back to the path to check for a certain, brunette nerd. Still no luck. Damn. Hopefully, the boy would get here soon. The werewolf was already bored out of his mind and had taken to people watching. Mainly the other guys. Though, none of them were Quinn, so they held his interest about as long as Amelia did.

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Love is selfish
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Quinn hadn't ever been great with time, and it didn't help that he continued to fuss over what to wear for half an hour. He had finally settled on just a white tee shirt and a maroon jacket and beanie, along with his beloved scuffed up converse and skinny jeans. Good enough. Skateboarding down to the house took about fifteen minutes. The sun was just setting, sending a feeble glow on the town and bathing the clouds in the color of pink lemonade. The quick path through the forest didn't take as long as he'd expected, being that the path had been trimmed nicely and was now easier to walk through. Quinn had tucked his skateboard by the tree beside Ollie's house to grab on the way home, so no worries. He did spot a few couples making out against the trees, in which he tried to ignore until he finally reached the beach. A bonfire was already roaring, with teens shouting and whooping with a stereo on full blast. Some people were swimming, which didn't surprise Quinnely, the weather was nice enough. In fact, a nice warm breeze was blowing past him, tugging on his light jacket. He sighed softly, now realizing it'd take him a bit to find Luka. He'd have to search through crowds of dancing and yelling teenagers to find the stupid dark haired boy. After about three minutes of walking around the cool sand, searching for his friend, he realized that Luka probably wouldn't be dancing or splashing in the waves and definitely wouldn't be making out with Amelia in the forest. He'd be sitting off to the side, hopefully away from the madness. Quinn stepped away from the swarm and looked down the beach, spotting the boy sitting by the shore with his feet in the water. A smile lit up his face, and he went running down the sand, kicking up a little cloud behind him. Quinn plopped down next to his old friend, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "why aren't you over there being social, mr. alpha of the school? Thought you'd be the life of the party." he lied in an attempt to tease Luka about not acting like a real teenager.

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-----Golden eyes trailed Quinnely’s form through the crowds of people, but he hadn’t even needed to be sought out. The moment a werewolf’s imprintee stepped foot in a room or, in their case, set a scuffed up converse onto the sandy shore, they could sense it. It was as if their entire center of gravity shifted over to the other person, and suddenly they were the most important and interesting thing ever created. Imprinting really could be both a blessing and a curse. On the bright side, you’d never find that werewolf cheating. Never in a million years. But on the other hand, it hurt to hurt them. And for Luka, who had to keep up that bully/victim relationship during school hours, it was difficult.
-----Right now, he was simply going to relish in the fact that he could enjoy his time with his old pal. The other popular teens were far too busy doing stuff they shouldn’t be to bother the pair. And a good thing too. Quinn hadn’t exactly been discreet when darting over to his location at full speed. “Geez, Quinny Bear, you scared me. I never even saw ya coming what with all the sand you were kicking up and with all the noise disturbance you created.” He teased, returning the ruffle of his dark hair with a ruffle of the other’s brunette locks. With a bright smile, the werewolf laid back against the soft sand and then glanced up at his friend skeptically. Life of the party. Please. “You’re a horrible liar. You know large social gatherings aren’t my cup of tea. At least not since you left... I mean I’m fine chatting with people and being ‘Mr. Alpha of the school’, but I still favor living like a recluse in the forest. Amelia and Ollie nagged me into this one, and then I roped you into it.” Though, he couldn’t say that he regretted asking his best friend to come tonight. Luka had been ecstatic when Quinn actually accepted the invitation, figuring he would have declined because of the recent bullying and his shyness. Yet, here he was, sitting beside him in the sand. He had so much to ask the other. So much to bring up. “Hmm I am surprised you showed. You always used to be the one who lived like a recluse, not that I didn’t as well, but I was still the one who’d drag us places.” Great times those were. They’d had a blast goofing around in the wilderness, climbing, racing, wrestling, swimming, playing freeze tag, hide and seek, and just about any other game their young minds could create. “Hey you remember that one tree house we built? We made a ton of them and a bunch of other forts, but the one I’m talking about is the one that we called ‘the palace’... It’s still standing, but it’s way too small now. Not nearly as huge as we once thought it was.” When Luka had found it this past summer, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the sight. It was worn down, and he knew he couldn't even fit in it anymore. They’d have to have been real runts when they were kids to think that thing was gigantic. “So you build any more ‘palaces’ in Tennessee? What’s been going on with you the past couple of years? Anything huge and exciting I need to know about?”