He Said, She Said; Attyston

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Connor lifted his head as his cheek and chin were traced, smiling up at him faintly before looking back at his movie.
For now he was relaxed, distracted from his troubles, minus the need for drugs. But he was always 'needing' drugs anymore.
He pulled Attyston's free hand back towards him again, playing with it.
Throughout the movie he'd chuckle or gigggle here and there, mood rising while he laid there, with someone he could actually trust for the first time in a long time.

[Attyston Thomas]

He looked up at me with a grin on his face before looking back at the TV. He takes his hand in mine again to mess with my fingers, and I lean my head back on the couch and close my eyes contentedly. Its over soon, too soon for my tastes, but at least now we'd get to go shopping. I liked shopping. "You can go rifle through all my stuff, pick out something that isn't all rumpled." I say, flipping Connor's black hair around playfully before eventually standing as he sits up. I wander back to my room, pulling out a pair of dark purple skinny jeans to go with a black and white checkered shirt and, of course, clean boxers. I go back to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I change and toss my dirty clothes into the hamper before unlocking the door. I quickly brush my teeth before turning on my straightener. I go back to the living room as I wait for it to heat up, taking a sip of my Rockstar.

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Connor stuck his tongue out as his hair was played with. He st up and nodded, watching Attyston get up before hesitantly following. He looked awkwardly through the clothes, finally grabbing a pair of dark skinny heans and a ranom shirt, changing out of sight of Attyston, still not so sure about being looked at.
Wandering out, he glanced at Attyston in the living room, eyeing his backpack desperately.
He needed a fix. Or..wanted one. Bad.
Biting at his lip he wandered out and snagged his bag, heading towards the bathroom to brush his hair.

[Attyston Thomas]

I set the can back down on the coffee table before heading back to my room to pull out a pair of socks. I pick out a black pair of boots and sit down in the edge of the bed to pull them on. Finally I head back to the bathroom, just barely beating Connor there. I glance at his bag in his hand, then at him, raising my eyebrows. "Just need to straighten my hair." I say brightly, stepping towards the sink to pick up my straightener before starting on my fringe. I had an idea of what he was going after, and I had no problem with stamping the flame out.. by accident, of course. I mean, I really was straightening my hair. And cutting him out from the bathroom.

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Connor scowled a bit, chewing on his lip ring in distress before leaving the bathroom reluctantly and sitting down on the couch. He laced up his ratty converse with shaking hands, tapping his fingers on the couch cushions helplessly. He couldn't help thinking Attyston had seemed satisfied with getting to the bathroom first. Tapping his foot he leaned back, staring at the ceiling with a grumble, backpack held protectively by the strap in one hand.
He would have to find a way to shoot up somewhere else..or just..do it in front of him. But he was a little ahamed. A little. More desperate though than that.

[Attyston Thomas]

Soon I'm satisfied. the front was laying flat, covering my right eye, the back was sticking out all over the place. Perfection. I unplug the straightener and exit the bathroom, walking back down the hall. I grab my car keys and my wallet from the coffee table and stride over to where Connor was sitting on the couch, leaning down to press my lips to his, free hand going to the back of his head to pull him to me before finally letting him go. "I've been wanting to do that again." I state with a smirk, tracing my index finger down his chin before straightening and starting over to the door. "To the mall." I say cheerfully, as if nothing had just happened.

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Connor blinked at the kiss, droppin his backpack and leaning into it before Attyston was pulling back. He sighed, grabbing his backpack and kissing Jascaar bye before following Att to the door, fidgetty and uneasy. He kept the backpack over one shoulder, slinking towards the car and climbing into the passenger side before buckling in and drawing his knees up, picking at a string on his backpack for a distraction.

[Attyston Thomas]

He leaned eagerly into the kiss, which pretty much made my day. My week, perhaps. I was glad that he hadn't apprently been in it for just that one day. I pull open the driver's side of my Honda, Connor climbing into the passenger seat. I fidget with the radio before finally pulling away from the curb.
-le drive-
I find a parking spot, turning the car off. I glance over at my companion before climbing out of the car. I walk around the front. "Leave your bag, you won't need it. I'm buying." I say, waiting for him to pull the door open to stick it back in. I sit on the hood of the car, crossing my arms over my chest. I wasn't having Connor sneak off to the bathroom on me.

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Connor had climbed out once they reached the mall, backpack over his thin shoulders. He frowned as he was told he could put it back in the car, shaking his head stubborny. Maybe he houldn't have told him anout it and he could have got away with sneaking off. "I'm keeping it w-with m-me.." He mumbled stubbornly, grip tightening on the ratty shoulder straps. He looked away, taking a step back from the car with a raised eyebrow. But seeing Attyston sitting there, arms crossed, he swallowed and frowned, reluctantly stepping forward and setting it in the car sullenly, turning and starting towards the mall in silence.

[Attyston Thomas]

He went to arguing, but, seeing my position on the hood of my car, his shoulders sagged in evident defeat and he stuck his bag back in the car before sulkingly starting towards the mall. A smug expression crosses my face and I follow him, soon catching up so that Connor and I can fall into step. "Where do you want to go first? Hop Topic is usually a good place to start, then Journeys for shoes." I say, looking over at him questioningly. I was going to skimp out on anything. He was getting shirts, pants, shoes- the whole deal. Me and the boys had played a gig the other night -decided to leave Connor out of that one- so I had a fair bit of money to toss around.

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Connor listened to him, staring at his feet and nodding. "Y-yeah, that's fine.." He rubbed shaking hands on the jeans he had on, picking at a thumb nail and glancing around warily at people before slowing his agitated pace reluctantly for Attyston, clearing his throat and glancing at him, finally reaching to take his hand in hisnown trembling one, walking towards hot topic, lowering his gaze at the smickering and snide remarks from a passing group of teens.

[Attyston Thomas]

He eventually agrees with me and immediately starts off towards Hot Topic, leaving me to practally trot to keep up with him. Soon he slows and takes my hand in his and I lace our fingers together. "Go fuck yourself." I snap at a group of teens we pass, Connor looking at the ground. We enter the store and I start over towards the wall with stacks of jeans. "What's your size?" I ask, dropping his hand to start lifting them up to glance at their sizes. Some were obviously too big, he was tiny. But, with any luck, I'd be getting some more food into him soon, and that would change. "I was thinking four pairs of jeans, three shirts, and a pair of shoes- until I get paid again." I continue, shrugging my shoulders slightly.

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Connor shrugged. The ones he had on were slightly too big. "I-I dunno, haven't bought a-any recently." The few he did have a home were also too big now.
Coughing a bit, he peered at the sizes in Attyston's arms and pulled one of the smaller ones out, holding it up to bony hips.
"I-I'll try these on.." He mumbled, limping to the counter to ask for a changing room. He tried on the jeans then removed them when he was sure they fit, wandering back out with a quiet nod.

[Attyston Thomas]

I huff slightly at his less than satisfactory response and watch as he pulls out a pair of jeans to hold them up for himself before wandering off. Soon he comes back, nodding silently. I take them from him to check the size, pulling out a black, light blue, and grey pair in the same sizes as the original. "These colors good? There's plenty more if you want something else." I say, raising my eyebrows at Connor. I knew he'd probably mumble something about them being fine, when in reality something else was more his style and he was settling because I was buying them for him. Well, he was going to get what he wanted whether he liked it or not.

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Connor eyed them and nodded a bit after glancing around. "Y-yeah those work." They were decent, and he didn't want to take muchmore time, not in the mood today. Some kid from school walked in and nudged him.
'Aw, new big brother to take Adam's place?' He laughed.
Connor growled, spinning around and socking the guy straight in the face.
The guy behind the counter shouted as the teen fell to his knees with a curse. Connor kicked him between the legs, shaking hands fisting, and stalked out of the store in frautration, arms crossing as he paced uneasily while he waited for Attyston.