1x1 with tabby-chan

[bee]

✦// ｑｕｉｎｎxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
↷ ↷ without you, i'm miserable at best.

that night, Quinn slept better than he had in a long time. he had been nestled up to Luka, laying ontop of him with his arms wrapped securely around his friend. the boy woke up once, startled for a moment as he realized he wasn't home. he'd wiggled his fingers and realized that he was here with his pal, then settled back down and fell asleep instantly.

in the morning, his position had only shifted slightly to where a hand was loosely cupping Lu's face. they had done a poor job of closing the window, so a breeze slipped in and fiddled with the curtains. the sunlight was enhanced by the snow, and glowed rather harshly as it found it's way into the room. a bird or two chirped it's song outside, a few cars hummed past. Quinn looked rather peaceful. his chest fluttered, his hair was rather ruffled and poofy, and he had his face resting in the crook of Luka's neck. eventually the bedroom light flicked on, unnoticed as it made no difference in the already lit room. Miles stirred as his shoulders were nudged ever so gently. green orbs flitted slowly up to the dark haired boy, followed by a grunted and slurred apology. he rolled off of his friend, wincing and rubbing his eyes as the window blinded him. what time was it? did they have school? soon enough Luka was thrown off the bed as the blankets were yanked away. Scott's lip piercing flashed as he smirked at Lu's howl. a grin painted Quinn's lips as he heard the thud of his friend's body hitting the floor. as soon as the older man was out of the room, Quinnely got up to ruffle his friend's dark locks. "c'mon cutie, I'm hungry." he mumbled, grabbing his phone and scrolling through a wall of his mom's texts, consisting of "it's okay to test things out" and "your father and I want to talk to you" along with quite a few "I love you"s. Quinney Bear groaned, tossing it back onto the bed. he needed some food and time to wake up before he could deal with the 'rents.

(i'm not really sure what to do with these dorks so you can take it from here uvu)

[foxes800]

((Sorry. I didn’t give you much to work with before. I wasn’t exactly sure where to go with them either. xnx I think I’ll just time skip the dorks through breakfast for their little goodbye, and then we can time skip again to school?
Don’t worry if replies are short. I’m sure they’ll pick up when we’ve got a little more for the pair to do.))

Luka
-----Luka remained seated on the floor, groaning as he collapsed back so that he was lying down on the carpet. “But Quuuinnn. I don’t wanna,” he whined in return, amber hues slipping shut as the other ruffled his hair. Being called ‘cutie’ was a bit odd, but he would leave that alone for now. Luka was simply too tired to deal with anything. Only after a hot breakfast did he finally begin to wake up.
-----For once, everyone had eaten together, pulling up chairs and shoving themselves around the dining room table. It was a bit squashed, but the pack had wanted to meet Quinn. Scott, Celine, Yuri, and Chase had had the good sense to know that the human was important to Luka. Therefore, Quinn was treated like a member of the family. Chase, of course, had teased him about the littlest things. He was the typical older brother. Scott and Celine had questioned the poor kid, asking about his family, any extracurricular activities, hobbies, etc. And Yuri... well, she remained silent the majority of the time, hazel eyes narrowed as she tried to determine the small boy’s character for herself. Out of all of them, she seemed to be the only one who suspected something was up between the two, but she didn’t say a word about it. So, breakfast passed pretty painlessly, and soon enough, it was time to head off for school.
-----Luka had gotten dressed into something more suitable, black skinny jeans, dark vans, and a light blue, plaid button up. Then, he’d met with Quinn on the front porch, handing the boy his phone that he’d retrieved while in his room. “My family seems to really like you.” Well, Scott, Celine, Chase, Yuri, and Elizabeth anyways. His parents couldn’t care less about his friends. “So, what’s going on with yours lately? I could practically hear your phone blowing up from all the way downstairs. Are the ‘rents pissed?” Quinn had received at least twenty new messages since they’d sat down to eat. “I mean.. is everything alright or are they still freaking out? Have they calmed down any?” Luka inquired, fingering the keys to Scott’s car as he waited for a reply. He assumed he’d be giving the boy a ride to school. Or home. Whichever. “Let’s talk in the car. We don’t wanna be late or we’ll end up in detention again.”

[bee]

✦// ｑｕｉｎｎxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
↷ ↷ without you, i'm miserable at best.

breakfast, surprisingly, went great. Quinn sat next to Luka on the end of the table, answering any kind questions thrown at him, though dodging any about his family. Chase teased him, and Quinnely smiled at the jabs of humor and accepted his rank as the butt of all the jokes. Mr. and Mrs. Ryals stayed silent, obviously uninterested, and Yuri just seemed to observe. everything was good, and soon the two had to hurry outside. time was ticking, and Quinn didn't want detention for being late. he still had to run home and take a quick shower, grab fresh clothes, then board down to school. as Luka asked the question, the boy's phone went off, as if on cue. he smiled, climbing into the car and reaching up to grab the handle right above the door. the vehicle as surprisingly very clean, with some clothes folded neatly in the backseat and an unopened coke in the cupholder. "they're not too mad, I don't think. just worried now. I think think they're gonna try to apologize for whatever they think they did and try to chat a little more about what they saw." Quinn gave a shrug. he honestly didn't care about it anymore. shaking it off was the best he could do. he fiddled with his wavy brown locks as the speakers turned on and started softly spilling some modern pop music. "could you drop me off at home first? I'm gonna get cleaned up. I've got first period with you, I think you'll be okay without me for a little while."

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the drive was short, but Quinn enjoyed it. the morning was busy with people rushing to work or gardening or little kids peddling around in the thin blanket of snow with their training wheels. with his shoulder brushing Luka's and the windows cracked to pull in the light breeze, it was a lovely ride. eventually they pulled into the Miles' driveway, pebbles popping under the tires. Quinn hopped out as it rolled to a stop, peeking to make sure his parents weren't waiting at the door before walking Luka over. his mom had left a note on the door, stating that they had left for work and that they love him and hope he has a great day. it was odd that the 'rents were giving him so much attention. he didn't want all of this, not after so many years of being dependant. it threw him off, and being under his parents watchful eye made Quinn uneasy. their curiosity was understandable, as was the support they were attempting to give. the boy crinkled his nose and ripped off the note before blatantly crumpling it up. "that's weird. they don't do stuff like this." a sigh slid out of his chest. it'd be a lot easier if they just forgot that anything ever happened and let the situation go. Quinnely turned to face his friend, offering an affable smile. "speaking of parents, I hope yours don't hate me too much. a few years is enough to forget about all the times I helped you clean the house and babysat Yuri." he did have a tendency to piss off his friend's mom and dad. Mr.Ryals seeing his son holding hands with another boy probably put him on worse terms than he thought. Quinn didn't want to just leave Lukes like that. parents always seemed to stomp out the good mood, and he felt like he owed the other teen a thank you for spending so much time with him. after staying with him while he was sick, going out for the day, making dinner, and cuddling up while watching christmas movies, a simple goodbye was no way to end it. maybe he should let his friend off with someone sweeter. the boy paused, wondering if something risky was a good idea or not. he tilted his head a bit, thinking about how perfectly he could fit his lips to Luka's. heck, why not? Quinn got up on his tip-toes, mentally cursing his friend for being so tall. with one hand gently tugging the collar of the other boy's shirt down to lower his head, he kissed his best friend in the entire universe for the second time this week.

(Ψ(￣∀￣)Ψ)

[foxes800]

((I went ahead and time skipped for us.))

Luka
-----Luka hadn’t minded dropping Quinn off at home. Every minute in the car meant more time with his favorite person. He hadn’t needed to be repaid, but he certainly wasn’t going to question his friend’s methods. Rather, the taller teen fully embraced the kiss. Not only did he return the affectionate gesture, Lu wrapped an arm gently around Quinn’s waist, pulling him closer to his chest. This was probably the best day of his life. He felt both sick to his stomach and ecstatic all at once. There were so many ways that this could backfire, but right now, he couldn’t bring himself to care. As the werewolf pulled away from the tiny human, a bright smile replaced puckered lips, amber hues lit with joy. “My parents don’t like most of my friends but screw that. If I have to, I’ll just spiderman up that tree outside your home.” There was no way anyone could keep him away from his sweet Quinny Bear. “Anyways, I’ll see you at school then?” Luka inquired, dark brow rising in question and head tilting to the side in a very doggish manner. It was almost like nothing had happened, as if the kiss hadn’t just occurred. Luka would be damned if he allowed himself to feel even slightly embarrassed. He had always been quite the confident little bugger and was determined for life to continue as usual. If something came out of the kiss, fantastic! If it didn’t, well, Luka wasn’t going to give up. Quinn was his and his alone.

-----

-----Back at school, Luka was miserable. As usual, he’d begun to over-think and obsess and over-think some more. Did this mean Quinn returned his feelings? Would it be awkward between them now? A constant string of questions flowed through his mind but no answers came with them. Luka wouldn’t be able to get the answers he so desperately desired until after school or possibly lunch. Actually, definitely lunch. Without another thought, the excited teen whipped out his phone, pulling up his contacts and scrolling down to Quinn’s name. “Hey. Come to Mr. Coleman’s room for lunch.” Of course, he’d be questioned later as to why he didn’t show up to the popular table, but it was worth it in the end. Whenever Luka was feeling particularly happy, he’d always visit his music instructor. They’d eat, chat about pack affairs, anything exciting happening in their lives, and play songs. Sometimes, even Ollie would show up and join in on his violin. It’d be a fabulous.

-----Until Quinn entered, the classroom had a joyful, optimistic, and almost peaceful vibe; however, as the small teen trudged into first period, a target was slapped on his back. Ian and his group of thugs had been waiting patiently, as usual, and all heads turned when the door opened. “Quinnely!” Ian greeted, shooting from his seat and extending his arms as if he were going to hug him. “Why don’t you sit?” Then, before the boy could protest, one of those extended arms latched around his shoulders, dragging him to a seat near the populars. “Luka, you should come see this too. Scoot over here.” The werewolf had a sinking feeling that this would end badly for the both of them. Since he’d walked into the building, his “friends” had been acting strangely. Amelia even seemed pissed, and she was normally all over him. “Uh... what’s going on?” Luka finally questioned, glancing from person to person as he attempted to piece together their evil plans. “I’m so glad you asked! See, Amelia told me a funny story last night on the phone, and I wanted to share it with all my pals.” At this point, a cruel smirk had spread across Ian’s face. He was having a lot of fun with this. “So, she was shopping downtown on Sunday, pretty close to where you live, Lukes. Then, one of the most hysterical things happened! Amelia looked over into the window of that lame, little kid’s ice cream shop. Do you want to know what she saw in there?... Her own boyfriend and the loser of the school chatting like the best of friends!” Fortunately, the wicked witch of the west hadn’t caught their smooch; Amelia hadn’t stuck around that long. However, their situation still wasn’t any better. Luka sat there frozen under his friends’ harsh glares. It was amazing how quickly they were willing to turn on him for something so small. “What? Are you dating the homo now, Luka? Are you two gay for each other!?” The conversation had quickly escalated and become offensive. What was he even supposed to say to that? The werewolf was rarely at a loss for words, but right now, Luka was completely speechless.

[bee]

✦// ｑｕｉｎｎxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
↷ ↷ without you, i'm miserable at best.

it was odd, but Quinn wasn't scared. he knew he wouldn't be pushed away or snapped at. something just felt right, like a crackling fire had just been lit in his chest and warmed him up. arms pulled him closer and accepted his act of affection. honestly it was like how people described it in books; time almost slowed down and let him enjoy the moment, but at the same time it was over in a flash, and he craved it again. all too soon his friend pulled away, golden eyes glittering with delight. Quinnely was left with his mouth parted in a surprised gape, gazing up at the taller boy in almost admiration. he talked like nothing happened, still bright and joyful, but without a single trace of blush or recognition to the kiss they'd shared. all while pink furiously painted Miles' cheeks and ears, a grin starting to pull at the corners of his mouth. suddenly it was as if every atom in his body was zipping around, an electric current running through his veins excitedly. Quinn bit his lip and crossed his arms, busying his quivering fingers, that dorky smile refusing to stop its spread. "yeah." he murmured, then bit his tongue. nothing stupid could escape him, not now at least. with the quirk of Luka's dark brow and the tilt of his head Quinn thought he might melt. "uhm...yeah. I'll see you at school. drive safe."

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the rest of the time up until school was a blur. he took a shower, cleaned himself up, did his hair nicely, and put on an outfit consisting of a black crewneck that read "veni, vidi, vici", a pair of dearly loved jeans that had a few paint stains on them (it adds to their uniqueness, as he says) and his good old grey converse. with a glance in the mirror as he tugged on his shirt, Quinnely noticed the bruises once again. only faint, but still easy to see. a red line still ran on the underside of his jaw where Luka's shoe had split his skin. thank god nothing hurt anymore, and he'd received enough cuddles to make up for any pain inflicted upon him. it was a twisted way to think, that snuggling with your attacker was enough to forgive them, but with a friendship built strongly on years upon years of affection and good times he was glad to forgive and forget the slip up. the boy glanced at the time and lifted a brow. he could be at school early, it wouldn't hurt anyone. soon enough he was out the door, gliding down the road on his doodled-on skateboard.

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walking into this class was like walking willingly into a river. it can either be calm and busy and safe, a place where you can just chill out and wade into for the endlessly long minutes. or it could be raging and loud, grabbing your feet out from under you and sending you tumbling downstream, leaving you lost and unable to get a grasp on things. this, unfortunately, was one of those days. it was a trick, going in here. right as Quinn passed the doorframe, Ian the rapid came and swept him right off his feet. the boy opened his arms as if wanting to embrace the smaller teen, greeting him cruelly. Quinnely wanted to recoil and dart for the hallway, but a strong arm locked tight on his shoulders and swept him into the depths of the room. as he was seated, Miles shook his shoulders harshly, knocking off Ian's hand. his eyes narrowed icily, sending a deadly glare in the bigger boy's direction before looking around the table. there was no way he'd be able to slip out of this one, he was stuck. Luka slid over, looking confused as well. if he didn't know what was going on, something obviously wasn't right. Ian dropped the bomb, saying that Amelia had seen the two of them in the ice cream shop. that was enough to get Quinn's blood boiling. why did that snitch have to be everywhere? were there she-devils in the bushes now? he kept his arms folded in a way that clearly stated he wanted to leave the huddle. he ground his teeth but kept quiet, blue eyes piercing into Luka's frozen form. what was he doing, just sitting there? Ian's last comment was like a punch to the stomach. Quinn's arm twitched as he resisted the urge to start throwing punches himself. he wasn't a violent kid, but Ian's attitude and discrimination angered him to no end. the conversation was manageable at first, but it escalated to a whole new form of harassment. if Ryals wasn't going to speak up, then he'd have to. he offered a plastic smile to the others at the table. "oh, honestly Ian if you're jealous just go out and say it. you've been hitting on me since day one, just can't get me off your mind can you?" he sighed heavily and grabbed the bridge of his nose, gently shaking his head. this was dumb. why did he have to be tortured every day. "look, why would I be going on an ice cream date with the kid that beat my ass? if there was even the tiniest bit of logic that somehow wiggled through that thick skull of yours you'd be able to realize that. I was out with my cousin from Florida, he flew over here to see me over the weekend. I don't know what the hell Amelia is smoking, but he doesn't even remotely resemble Luka." he shot a harsh glare at his friend, still sitting there like an ice sculpture. he managed to give a tight laugh. "geez, and gay for Luka? thanks but no thanks. only a mother would love that face." oh, how it hurt to say it. Lulu's facial features were perfect in every way, Quinn could admire him all day. "oh, and Amelia." he added coyly as he stood, brushing off his shoulders as if he was disgusted to be touched by Ian. "now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving."

[foxes800]

((Let me know if you need me to edit. I got kind of carried away and started rambling again. Also, feel free to timeskip to their little lunch-time party if you want/need. c:))

Luka
-----While Quinn’s blood was brought to a rolling boil, Luka’s ran cold. Fear left him paralyzed, unable to say or do anything except stare blankly at Ian and his group of thugs. If rumors spread, he was sunk. Fear quickly turned into panic. In the split seconds up until Quinn spoke, Luka’s mind had probably gone through every ‘what if’ imaginable. Thank goodness Quinn was there. It seemed in situations like these, Luka was left fumbling for words while Quinn had an endless supply of snarky remarks, remarks which would probably land him in the hospital.
-----You could visibly see the gears turn in Ian’s head as he processed the words. The first warning sign, the blonde jock’s face turned red hot. Second, his fists clenched at his sides, fingers squeezing so hard into his palms that the knuckles turned white. And third, he was on his feet and out of his desk. In that instant, time seemed to slow down. One intimidating step towards Quinn. Two. Three. Four. Until he was towering over the small human, fist drawing back to punch. “Why you little-”
-----Luka didn’t even have time to think. Before he knew it, he was standing behind Ian, one hand gripped tightly around his wrist to keep the oaf contained. No one was hitting his Quinnely. Not on his watch. “Dude, just forget that loser. Remember what coach said, one more fight and you’re off the team. We need our star quarterback.” His smile was friendly enough, and it seemed to fool the gang of idiots that was watching the interaction; however, his usually-bright amber hues held a certain hostility which only Ian (and perhaps Quinn) picked up on. In the blink of an eye, both males’ body language changed. They turned towards each other, squaring their shoulders, eyes boring into the other. For a solid minute, they remained that way, completely silent and completely still, staring each other down in what seemed to be a battle of will, a silent challenge to the other. Luka’s unspoken message read loud and clear. “If you’re after Quinn, you’ll have to go through me first.”
-----Then, as soon as it had happened, it was over. The teacher strutted into the room, heels clicking softly against the glossy flooring and effectively breaking the tension before a fight could ensue. “Boys, please take your seats. It’s time we began class.” She didn’t pick up on what had just occurred. In fact, the whole class remained ignorant, except Ian, probably Quinn, and himself. Luka was now the enemy- another target for the blonde asshole- and he’d be damned if he just rolled over and took it.
-----Once class started and Mrs. Sumptor, the cranky old bat, began to ramble on and on, Luka lay his head down on his desk. He had convinced himself that he would only shut his eyes for one second, but with the full moon quickly approaching, one second turned into one minute. One minute turned into ten. Ten turned into thirty. Thirty turned into the entire damn class, and he was still exhausted when he woke up!
-----A small yawn slipped from Luka’s pale lips as the screeching of the bell roused the tired teen from his sleep. However, he couldn’t be bothered to care. One look around and he found no one else in the room except Quinn. Apparently, on Ian’s way out, he’d made the extra trip over to the new kid’s desk and knocked everything on the floor. He even took the time to dump out his backpack and throw a couple of the items across the room. Lu wasn’t sure how he’d slept through that, but he certainly had. “Shoot! You alright, man?” he questioned, sliding out of his chair and retrieving the scattered goods on the other side of the class. When he’d returned to his buddy’s side like the loyal pup he was, Luka offered him a cheeky grin. “So, only a mother would love that face, huh? Because you seemed pretty fond of it this morning,” he teased, prodding the other dork in the side and shoving some of his belongings back into his bag. “Hey, after the next couple of boring classes, are you gonna come to the music room for lunch? Ollie said he’s comin’ to lunch. You should really see him play violin. He’s super good. I know I texted you about it already, but you didn’t really have time to respond before Ian practically pounced on you.” Ian really had it out for his pal and, technically, him too. “By the way, wait for me before you leave school today. I’ll give you a ride home.” Truth be told, he just didn’t want Quinn to be ambushed and beaten to a pulp again.

[bee]

✦// ｑｕｉｎｎｅｌｙxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
↷↷. XXyour boldness stands alone among the wreck

after their scene, Quinn guessed that Luka was a new target for Ian. he stood up for a snarky punk kid who tried to topple the king of the school. Quinnely wished he could swat him on the back of the head, but unfortunately class had started and he was already getting dirty looks from the thug. if the boy even so much as moved a muscle he was afraid he'd get football tackled by multiple angry teens. Miles mindlessly jotted down notes, scribbling down snippets of what Mrs. Sumptor screeched. however, he was mostly distracted by the unmoving lump of Luka Ryals, who was fast asleep on his desk. every time blue-green eyes flickered over to the napping male, a smile perked on his lips and he'd miss a minute or two of what the wicked witch of the building was saying. he glanced over at his friend for most of the time they were there, mentally scolding him for snoozing in class. his shoulders rose and fell hypnotically, and from his close seat, Quinn could hear him snoring gently. what a dork. everything was good and well until Ian threw a hissy fit. quite literally. his stuff was soon pooled on the floor, it's contents hitting the ground with such force that the boy cringed and flinched away, trying to avoid getting hit with the flying school-work. his notebooks were tossed across the room, along with some crumbled up papers and pens. the thugs left the room snickering, leaving the smaller boy to crawl on the tiles with a heavy sigh. Luka was forgotten for a few moments as he snatched up notes and returned them to his backpack. the heavy tired feeling that greeted him every day of school settled in. Quinn grinned at Luka's surprised yell, glancing up to see the boy had woken up. finally. "I'm okay, but that journal over there might be done for." he mused, watching as his friend leaped to the other side of the classroom and retrieved his abused items. thankfully taking them back and shoving them into his now disorganized bag, he scoffed at Luka's cheeky comment. "the sun was in my eyes, I forgot how hideous you were for a second." Miles cupped Lu's face in one hand and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek while no one was there to witness it. he started out of the room, waiting at the doorway for his friend while he chatted him up. "I'd rather hang out with you and Ollie then get a soda shower again." chuckling, he glanced out into the hallway to make sure that the gang of thugs weren't still out there. that kid really had it out for him, and honestly it was pretty scary. without Luka, Quinn would have broken bones. "thanks, Lukes. I'm not really in the mood for getting a beating after school, I'll definitely get it. god, I need to get a car." they reached Quinnely's locker, and he quickly traded his books for his next set. a question had been bubbling up in his mind for hours, and it was like an offsetting itch that refused to go away. he leaned against the wall and crossed his legs at the ankle, eyes flitting down to the floor. "so, uh...this morning." a hand reached up to rub the back of his neck. "I didn't...you didn't...you weren't uncomfortable, right?" the sentence was cringeworthy, but he was honestly concerned. anything that made his friend uneasy would make the kid unbearably guilty.

(i wanted to squish in one more chat, you can timeskip next if ya want ^.^)

[foxes800]

Luka
-----Their relationship seemed to be changing so fast that it made his head spin. They had gone from completely platonic (except for the small crushes on each other) to hand holding and kissing in one day. Yeah, they were simple, chaste kisses, but it was still a bit strange to receive an affectionate smooch on the cheek from your best pal. Of course, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it, and he had always assumed Quinn knew this. The dork was pretty good at picking things up, so Luka had figured Quinn knew about his crush. Apparently not. As the small teen leaned back against the cool, metal surface, questioning him about their morning kiss and his comfort level, Luka stood there with a surprised gape. “Are you kidding me right now?” Though, it was clear that Quinn was serious. “No, no, of course not, man. You didn’t make me uncomfortable at all. Honestly…” He trailed off, cheeks heating up in into awkward, embarrassing blush. “I’ve uh.. I mean… I… I’ve liked you… for a.. a while. Yeah.” Since the second he’d laid eyes on the dweeb actually. “Anyways, I’m gonna get going. Gotta get to class. Don’t want another detention.” His last few statements came rushing out so quickly after his previous admittance that the words were almost slurred together and unintelligible. Just like Quinn had done when he’d kissed him, Luka scooted off down the hall before his pal could protest or even react. He didn’t want to face him just yet. No, he needed to mentally prepare himself first. And he did an excellent job at giving himself the time he needed. Luka successfully managed to avoid Quinn all day… Well, until lunch.
-----As lunch time finally rolled around, his stomach lurched uncomfortably and his nerves began to buzz from both fear and excitement. “Hello Luka,” Mr. Colemann greeted as he strutted into the music room. Thankfully, Quinn wasn’t there yet. It was just Ollie, Mr. Colenmann,, and himself. “Hey. What are we playing?” It was this way for a couple of minutes, and all three males had gotten into the groove before Quinn entered. Mr. Colemann was playing the bongos, Luka had picked up his guitar, and Ollie was playing his violin like a pro. It was an odd combination of instruments but the music that flowed out into the hall was not only beautiful but spot on and sounded like the songs they were going for.

[bee]

✦// ｑｕｉｎｎｅｌｙxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
↷↷. XXyour boldness stands alone among the wreck

to continue sanely through the day, Quinn had to try to shake any thoughts of Luka from his mind. the fact that his friend had a crush on him wasn't a surprise, mostly just reassuring. he wasn't starting a chase for a boy that only wanted to dabble in kisses and affection while still staying with his girlfriend. but...that was almost what it was, right? Luka's confession should've made Quinnely happy, ecstatic even. but instead a sick feeling burrowed in the pit of his stomach. Amelia and the thugs were people he didn't want to be included in. even before he was caught hanging out with the dark haired boy, 'Melia hated his guts, even if just for his attitude. that on top of stealing her boyfriend for tucked-away visits, how would she react? the girl was bound to figure it out, especially with Luka defending him from Ian's wrath.
the rest of the day up until lunch was pitiful. Quinn found himself thinking back to his chat with Luka. the boy had dashed down the hallway, obviously wanting to be anywhere but there. he didn't seem angry, embarrassed maybe. whatever it was, it put Quinn off. the rest of his time alone was spent debating on where to spend lunch. in the music room, near a boy who wanted to be away from him, or in a cafeteria full of teens who wanted to crush his skull. both were undesirable and seemed like hell to go through, but being close to Luka was always in some way appealing, even if the boy wanted as far away from him as possible. he walked awkwardly down the lonesome hallway, wondering if he should go back. the sounds of excited students ringing all the way from the center of the school, soon to be replaced by guitar and violin strings led by the steady beat of bongos. the turquoise-eyed boy lingered in the doorway, peering in at Ollie and Mr.Coleman with a smile that flickered as Luka came into view. he spoke up as the song faded out, giving a polite knock on the metal door frame. "hey." Miles cooed, feeling out of place in a room with musically talented men. "am I, uh, allowed to come in an listen? you guys sound great." gaze flitting over to Ollie, he looked over him for the first time in seven years. the boy had a few inches on Luka and a head of curly black hair, finally under control. those locks had been crazy when he was little. he had shockingly blue eyes, almost unnerving but so friendly you couldn't help but grin. Olive Boy was a gentle giant, one of the nicest people Quinn had ever met. Luka still stood first in line. Quinnely gave a sheepish wave to the towering kid. he didn't dare acknowledge Lu yet.

[foxes800]

Luka
-----Any fear or worry that Luka had had previously, was beginning to vanish during the relaxing music session; however, a lump formed in his throat the second amber hues glanced back to the door, to his sweet, little Quinny Bear. He didn’t look happy. Was he angry at him? Upset? Luka was thoroughly confused. So, as Quinn worked to avoid his gaze, Luka worked to meet his gaze, vibrant eyes boring into the boy’s skull. Mr. Colemann, naturally, picked up on this, but just as he opened his mouth to comment, he was cut off by Ollie. “Of course you can come in, Quinn. You’re always welcome here.” Unlike Luka, Ollie handled excitement much more subtly. Rather than tackling the small teen to the ground in a giant bear hug, like Luka would have done, Ollie simply beamed in delight, happily waving the new kid inside the music room and making him feel welcome. Luckily for Quinn, the curly-haired boy patted the seat beside him. It seemed he would be able to avoid Luka a while longer. But not indefinitely.
-----Ollie and Mr. Colemann had gone back to playing their instruments, chatting with Quinn between songs and laughing and smiling. Luka, of course, played along as well, but he didn’t dare utter a word. The situation between the two teens remained awkward at best. So, it was no surprise that the second he had a chance, he took it. At the end of their next song, they were out of song sheets. And without missing a step, Luka pushed himself to his feet, grabbing Quinn’s wrist. “Hey, why don’t you pick the next one? Come on, come one! I’ll show you where the good stack of music is.” Mr. Colemann and Ollie went right back to chatting. Luka, on the other hand, tugged Quinn along to the small storage room, falling silent until the door was shut behind them. In fact, not even then did he choose to speak. He had something else in mind first. As the door shut, Luka pulled Quinn flat against his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist and tilting his head up into another kiss. He didn’t know what the hell was wrong with Quinnely, but that matter could wait. Once he was done kissing the other teen, Luka pulled away, but only slightly. Strong arms were still securely wrapped around Quinn's small frame. One hand still rested on his pal's face, thumb gently stroking his cheek. "Alright, now spill it. Are you mad at me? Did I make you uncomfortable? What's wrong?”

((I think some point soon, I'm going to have Amelia crash their little music session. She'll, naturally, be all over Luka in seconds. Except this time, her focus will be on making Quinn jealous. xux))