Would someone like to soap with this plot?
Thread Topic: Would someone like to soap with this plot?
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sounds
sitty
At the boy's sudden joke, Liam smiled uncomfortably. He covered that with a small laugh in order to make him believe he was actually amused. Liam shook his head at the boy's apology, waving his hand in order to signify that he didn't mind not being able to go. Where he was at that moment was much more significant. It provided him with information about Blue that he deemed necessary to know. He didn't mind that Blue had some issues, he was there to keep him safe. The only reason he was thrown off about the joke was due to the fact that he subject was so touchy, he didn't expect the boy to take he crack at himself.
Paxton had to regain his spot on the bed, he wasn't too fond of the hospital chair. Liam peered down at him, grunting as he scooped him up from the ground. In the notebook, the boy wrote, This is Paxton. He set the dog down on the bed. The little, stubby legged creature placed himself in the spot between Liam's side and Blue's legs. He set his head down in his paws, letting out a dragged along whine. Rolling his eyes, the sixteen year old pet the animal fondly.
Liam was stuck with gaze glued to Blue. He didn't want to look away. Some part of him was drawing him to just admire the boy as he was. It confused him, really. He'd heard his father's stories of how he fell hard for his mother very early on . Maybe he was doing the same thing. -
Very sitty
"He's really cute~" Blue said, shortly after reading a note. "My brother has two snakes- Keiko and Kaori. He's in love with Japanese culture." Blue sad with a small chuckle. He, personally, was more fascinated about African and Chinese culture, since they were very diverse. However, he didn't often think about things like that. "I don't know how he affords to feed them, anyways.." He said with a small laugh.
God bless insurance. If he didn't have it, his mother would be drowning in hospital and therapy bills right now. Goddamnit, Blue. He couldn't stay off of the thoughts about the future. Mental hospital, rehab, mental hospital, rehab. Those words stuck out in his mind like an eyesore. If you will, a mindsore.
'Just stare into his eyes, Blue. Don't think about anything but him. Don't be selfish. Think about him.' And so the boy did. He looked at the other boy's ocean like eyes, but after a while, looked away, his face pink with blush. He glanced back up, once more, shyly. Blue smiled slightly, petting the dog that was in front of Liam. Paxton.
For a moment, Blue took in Liam's appearance. Light hair, blue eyes. Perfect. Without a flaw. He looked too perfect, almost. 'I guess if everyone has to have flaws, I guess his is his muteness. But I think that makes him damn cool. My flaw would be the things wrong with my f---ing head.' He thought to himself. Wait, did he have a crush? How fifth grade of him. -
xP
He thanked him silently, writing quickly, That's really awesome. It sounds like fun. He found that all of the people Blue was friends with and was related to were intriguing in their own special way. It was a refreshing change from the sheep that were in Montana. Never breaking off from the herd and doing their own thing, the people there were nothing more than idiots who followed everything the person in front of them did. It used to annoy him and he'd even written a themed poetry booklet based upon it.
As he shared the long stare with Blue, he could feel his ears turning hot and his stomach twisting into pretzel like knots. It took him a few seconds, but he broke the look that they held. He cursed at himself in his head repeatedly. Perhaps he was, indeed, just like his father and knew the people he was supposed to be with when he saw them. The story of his mother and his father was basically straight out of an outlandish fairly tale story. They lived happily ever after, the end.
Maybe that's what he was feeling so strongly. Just maybe. He rubbed at his shoulder sheepishly, pulling in a few deep breaths in order to calm his nerves. The boy continued to pet Paxton over and over. The service animal was completely of service, doing his job to the best of his ability. He flipped onto his back so that Liam had easy access to his doggy tummy. -
Waitwait you're a year older than me rite
Blue's face went red as well. "Yeah. I like animals. I also like music. A lot. I'd love to go on tour with a band some day but I can't sing, I can't dance-" And I don't know karate. "And I don't know how to play any instrument. I only know about computers." Blue said with a shrug.
At this point, he was just trying to rid the air of silence. If the situation wasn't so awkward, he wouldn't mind silence. Instead, he hid his cheeks in his hands, knowing they were beginning to hear up. In fact, Liam looked a little nervous too, which made Blue tilt his head. "Don't like hospitals? They make me a little anxious, but.." He trailed off, having no idea where he was going with the sentence.
He wondered how many times Liam had been in a hospital. Being mute, it had to be a few times. Maybe his parents accepted his muteness and the fact it wouldn't ever change. He didn't think he could ever accept that. He couldn't accept his hypersomnia, even though it was in his genetics. He fought against it day to day. He wasn't long to live his life in bed-
No, not that way, ugh. He wasn't going to live his life asleep. 'I have such a dirty mind..' He thought, chuckling out loud. He had to admit, that was funny. Again, a little immature, but amusing. -
I'm 16 so if you're 15 yes
Liam had begun to deny the idea, but once he realized that it was a better excuse than anything, he changed his mind, his head bobbing up and down. He used his fingers to mess with the hair that was just starting to reach past his ears. A hair cut was necessary. He was never able to grow his hair out and have it look nice. Blue could pull off a longer type of hairstyle, it seemed. He, on the other hand, was not. He scratched Paxton's belly a bit more.
Once he was bored with petting his canine, he let his hand rest at his side. The hospital thing wasn't an entirely apocryphal, he decided. When his uncle would be admitted, he would dread having to sit in the all too clean rooms, inhaling the scent of the various chemicals they used to do so. He also didn't prefer witnessing whatever person when they were fresh out of the accident that had originally landed themselves there. It was scary and not knowing whether or not they'd make it was the worst part.
He wrote off, An old dog can always learn a new trick. He let the pencil fall against the notebook, setting his hand back where it was. Swallowing for what seemed like the ninetieth time that day, his eyebrows raised. His ears were still hot, he couldn't control it. He wanted to laugh at himself. He was head over heels, wasn't he? -
Nope you're a lot older than me I'm 13 woe
I just know Ann's 14 lmao
Blue shrugged a little. "I'd suppose so." He gave weak laugher, coughing a few times again. Physically, he felt terrible. Mentally, he felt higher and more elated than a cloud. No, he wasn't actually high on drugs. Well, he could be, giving it a second thought. But it was more likely the butterflies in his stomach were caused by the boy next to him than the antidepressants he had taken hours earlier.
He gently leaned forward, letting his elbows rest on his thighs. He glanced up at Liam for a moment. "I'm not boring you, am I? I'm terrible at conversation sometimes." 'Yeah like after you just die and your head isn't fully clear and you're still trauma stricken. Yeah.' Not that the conversation mattered.
He loved "talking" with Liam. He did. But it was the actions and the prescense of the boy that he valued most. For short moment, he thought about the movie "The Little Mermaid". His sister and he had always enjoyed it as a kid. And a particular part that stood out to him at the moment was the point when Ariel got her voice taken away. Ursula, the sea witch, had told her, "I suppose you can still use body language." And, although the line had always seemed a little dirty to him, looking back, he took the innocent part of the sentence and related it to their current situation. In a ridiculous way, Blue was the prince and Liam was Ariel. He almost died laughing at the prospect. -
BRB I WILL TYPE REPLY IN LIKE THIRTY MINUTES
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wat
well then
I thought you both were older
The boy turned, finding the other slightly closer than he had previously been. A breath escaped his lips. It was a shaky type of breath, the kind that escaped someone's lips when they were anxious. His eyes crinkled as his lips curled up. He shook his head, signifying that he was completely fine with conversation. He could feel the knocking of his heart against his chest, his cheeks tinted as though an artist had swirled pink paint along them. His hand rose to Blue's hair, and he gave a single, comforting ruffle to the boy's head.
Liam's nose twitched as his hand fell back to his lap. He wanted to explain to Blue about the multitude of emotions that were flowing throughout his body in waves, like being flustered and whatnot were just currents and his body was the sea. Allowing himself to make eye contact with the other once more, his deep breathing was more effective than his previous attempt. His face was easily returning to it's original color.
He wanted to write for Blue, let him get a feel for everything. He did want to, but he found himself lacking the strength to pick up the pencil and scribble. His mind told him to stay attached to the other, to not break contact, to stay focused even if his heart told him to turn away. He wanted to appear as someone that would stay by Blue's side. He was beginning to get rid of the ridiculous idea that a person couldn't fall as quickly as he did. Of course they could. His parents had done it. He was doing it. He hoped he was, anyways. -
We're both children lol
Crush, crush, crush. I hate this feeling. I remember it so vividly now. You can't help but be attracted to someone. I'm falling for him. I know it. Ugh. So much has happened today it hurts my head. I came out as gay, made a new friend, almost died, and now I'm falling head over heels for the friend I just met.
It was all very surreal to Blue. He hadn't felt this so quickly for anyone before. And it made him blush. He buried his face in his hands for a moment. However, he quickly looks back up, smiling as the boy ruffled his hair. It was like all of his breath and all of his logic was sucked out of him. Leaving one. Pure. Thing. Deep, raw, flaming emotion. He felt it in his chest, restricting his breath. He felt it tingling and knotting his stomach. Blue felt it clouding his head and closing his throat. He found it paralyzing his muscles and deceiving his eyes. He couldn't go very long without looking at Liam. No, not very long at all.
Blue chuckled quietly, surreal, surreal, surreal. He glanced at the time. It was only 1:52. His brother and sister got off soon. Around 2:30. Although that didn't seem too soon, Blue thought time would move fast around Liam. Time flies quicker when you're having fun. "What do you want to do?" Blue asked, looking around once more. -
i can legally consent though ahhhhh xD
Liam placed his fingers on his chin, tapping away as if in deep thought. He was at a loss as to what they could possibly do in terms of a leisurely activity. He deemed it necessary to leave the decision entirely up to Blue. In order to put this point across, he shrugged, pointing to the boy and tilting his head. Once informed, Liam would accept basically anything that the taller male desired.
He wondered what his father was up to. He'd mentioned that he had a friend at the hospital. Was it a patient or a doctor? Was it a family member or actually just a friend? He wasn't sure. Most of the time, he was made mindful of all of the things his parents would do. Since he wasn't able to ask questions, they usually told him every last detail that they could so as to leave him in the light about every situation. It was endearing, to say the least.
Paxton yawned, stretching his pudgy body out and flopping onto his side. Liam chuckled, but as if breaking from Blue would land him in prison, he snapped his focus back to him. He was patient, so if Blue had to take a long time deciding what to do, that would be just fine. His soft blue eyes were fixated on the other as he waited. -
Oh oh my
"I have no idea," Blue said, sighing loudly. "We could play a game.. Of some sort? Like a party game? Or a board game?" Blue was terrible with getting to know people. He was naturally social, but that doesn't mean he was good at the parts after that. Blue bit his lip as he looked at Liam. He wanted to explain to him the hurricane of emotions he was feeling, what exactly he saw when he looked at Liam.
However, Blue was too quiet. Too meek. He couldn't do it. Liam intimidated him. His mere presence intimidated him. He leaned in a bit lore, trying to seem more intimidating than he was. "Hmm." He looked down, and then up at Liam, his eyes full of playfulness.
This was quite typical for Blue, though. He was naturally playful, naturally amused. Random things amused him, indeed. The way he was thinking about the other boy, after just a day of knowing him; amusing. It was ironic. No one fell in "love" that quickly. Ever. That's only in fairy tales, right? Love at first sight didn't exist. Hell, Blue didn't even believe love existed. How can you believe in love at first sight if you don't believe in love?
But he had made up his mind. Well, it wasn't a choice. His emotions had decided. He was falling for Liam, and he couldn't help it at all. -
dood i am reading primary sources from dorothea dix, girl who worked for reform in mental asylums in the 1800s and i got all scared like what if it was like that today
like these people were basically eating themselves and the workers were like, "hnph not much we can do hurtdurt"
Liam could feel himself turning red again. He shrugged, finally acquiescing to picking up the pencil. Are there board games here? If not, we could play some kind of question game to get to know each other better? -
what the literal f--- let me fix this
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dood i am reading primary sources from dorothea dix, girl who worked for reform in mental asylums in the 1800s and i got all scared like what if it was like that today
like these people were basically eating themselves and the workers were like, "hnph not much we can do hurtdurt"
Liam could feel himself turning red again. He shrugged, finally acquiescing to picking up the pencil. Are there board games here? If not, we could play some kind of question game to get to know each other better? He placed the pencil down, wiggling his eyebrows at the other as if the offer of the game was some type of challenge that he would have to accept.
The question game was the method in which he and his old friends in both states got a feel for who the other person was. It mainly involved normal questions such as favorites and subjects along those lines. Only with one other person had the queries gone personal in Liam's experiences. He never minded when they did delve deeper into each other's lives. Being mute, the opportunity to ask questions always had him on a hook. The more he could learn about someone, the better.
He knew exactly what he wished to do when he arrived home. He would talk to his father about love and the tricky little topics attached to it. He needed advice and his parent was the only one he could giving him any kind of real speech. -
That would be
Awkward
Blue shrugged, his eyes still gleaming. "A question game works. I'd like to learn more about you, after all." But Blue was personal. He didn't like to know favorites, hates, likes and dislikes. He liked to know the deep, personal stuff. Blue liked to know about a person's biggest regrets, what makes them smile. Blue liked to learn the monster someone became during the night, when nothing existed but brutal silence. Blue wanted to know about aspirations, desires and dreams. Blue liked to know about the person's vices, the person's virtues. Blue liked to know what they thought about before they fell asleep.
Blue realized, however, Liam might not be up for his type of "trivia". Blue could be a bit pushy, and a bit personal. Blue was quite open, however. He was open to any weird, freaky, deep, personal questions. He was honest. That's how he and Charlie had become such good friends. Charlie, like Blue, was naturally curious. He liked to know the personal, dark pieces of something. He liked to know what formed their personality. And that's what made Blue and Charlie such good friends, even though it didn't always show.
It was all kind of poetic, he thought. Knowing the most vulnerable parts of someone. It have you a real understanding of them and the mechanics of them. He supposed that's why he liked computers. They, like himself, were an open book. Open the right tabs, you know all about them. What makes them work, what makes them lag. Open the actual hard drive up and you see the bones, the flesh, the brain. You see the synapses working as they respond. It was an excellent metaphor. The tab is the personality and the hard drive is the inside. It was hard to phrase, for Blue, though.
Blue had spaced out for a moment as he was thinking about this. It was all fascinating. Blue wished he had taken more psychology classes, and more classes on the human mind. He only had taken a few, and that was last year.
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