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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2013 20:54:31 GMT -5
Connor smirked at him. "Can I-I borrow a sweatshirt too..?" He frowned down at his gauze wrapped arms, not wanting people to stare more than they already did. Another giggle passed his lips when Attyston mentioned his facebook status and pulled him close. Connor snuggled into him, making himself comfortable and kissing his shoulder affectionately. He sighed, relaxing some, some tension from earlier falling away. Maybe this could work..maybe he could do this after all...
He felt so thin against Attyston, even though he was taller than him, and bit his lip absently.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 9, 2013 21:01:51 GMT -5
"Sure. What's mine is your's." I reply with a light chuckle, not yet able to wipe the smile off my face. I grin down at him as Connor snuggles into me, pressing his lips to my shoulder as he relaxed. "We need to go before stores close." I sigh. I didn't want go to now, I just wanted to hold him and do nothing else. But, we needed food, and Jascaar would have to be fed, too. Finally I stand, unwrapping myself from Connor, and rummage through my drawers before pulling out a rather large white sweatshirt with the logo for Rise Records on it- he wouldn't need a shirt to go under it because of how hot it was outside. I hand it to him with a pair of socks so that he wouldn't have to wear his new Converse without socks. Finally I offer him my hand after he pulls the sweatshirt over his head.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2013 21:16:01 GMT -5
Connor smirked sheepishly, taking the sweatshirt and pulling it on and frowning at how baggy it was on him. He slipped a hair tie frpm his wrist, trying the sweatshirt a little tighter and taking the socks and Attyston's hand. Crouching, once in the living room, he pulled the socks on, followed by the shoes, and tied them with faintly trembling hands.
He straightened back up, petting Jascaar and picking his phone up. It was still weird going somewhere without his backpack on. But he knew better than to take it, considering last time.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 9, 2013 21:35:13 GMT -5
We walk down the hallway from my ebdroom and into the living room. I go over to the coffee table to grab my keys, turning the TV off too. I walk over towards the door, waiting for Connor to finish tying his shoes. Soon he straightens and I open the door, ushering him through it before turning to lock it after us. I turn to start down the walkway with my now boyfriend at my side, going around to the driver's side before climbing in and starting the car, looking behind us before pulling away from the curb.
-you skip to after drive-
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2013 21:44:08 GMT -5
Connor trailed after him down to the car and climbed in, buckling up before taling Attyston's hand.
It wasn't long before they reached the store and Connor got out, waiting for Attyston before taking his hand again. He didn't care what people thought. He did briefly wonder what Att's friends would have to say at practice.
Smiling to himself, and biting his lip at the stinging in his arms, he led Attyston into the store and down the aisles to grab the kitten formula before leaning up for a kiss. "What do we n-need?"
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 9, 2013 21:56:06 GMT -5
I smile as he takes my hand once we reach the store, walking across the parking lot and up to the store. I pull a little cart out of the rows, not thinking that we'd need a big one. I let Connor lead me back to where the kitten formula was, watching as he put it in the cart. I smile into the kiss, tilting my head back to meet his lips. "All sorts of stuff." I reply with a shrug before starting off down the aisle. I pull out a large box of hot pockets, wandering through the deli meat section before grabbing a package of sliced turkey for sandwiches. "Anything you really want?" I ask absently as I pick up a head of lettuce before putting it into the cart.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2013 22:03:43 GMT -5
Connor trailed beside him quietly as they made their way through the aisles. He watched him put different things into the cart, shaking his head slowly. Just because he agreed to eat didn't mean he wanted to pick anythin out. He used to not be a picky eater. At all.
And then, well, things went downhill.
"Nah, y-you pick whatever out." He insisted softly, looking around warily.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 9, 2013 22:11:45 GMT -5
I sigh and look over at him as he replies that he didn't really want anything. I'd thought he'd say something along those lines. "I don't care, go get a lolipop or something." I say, waving him off with my hand before stopping in front of the fruit juices.
I pick out two Naked Juices, both berry. They were expensive, but healthy, maybe I could just get Connor to drink a couple of these. I continue into the cereal aisle, picking out Lucky Charms and Cheerios.
I wasn't a morning person, but you could pretty much eat cereal at any time of day.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2013 22:22:56 GMT -5
Connor scowled, but wandered off. A lollipop? Really? He chuckled at the ide. Probably just to get him off his back so he could pick stuff out without Connor's complaint.
He grabbed a root beer lollipop and a protein shake and wandered back down the aisles slowly until he found Attyston again, setting them in the cart.
He tapped his fingers on his legs but stopped when his arms began to hurt from the strain.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 9, 2013 22:27:51 GMT -5
I look over as he comes back, putting a protein shakes and a root beer lolipop in the cart. I run a hand through my hair before leading us down the bread aisle, grabbing a loaf. I bite my lower lip thoughtfully, looking at the contents of our cart. I'd gotten a couple more things while Connor had gone, and it looked like enough to sustain us until next weekend when we could come, and we'd probably eat out a bit, too. "We're done." I finally say, looking down the aisle both ways before pulling him to my for a quck kiss, unable to help myself. It was just a fantastic concept that I could kiss him anytime I wanted now. I grin and start towards the check out lines, finding an empty one. I walk up and start placing our items on the top before pulling a ffity out of my pocket. It should be enough, I hoped I wouldn't have to pull my card out.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2013 23:07:43 GMT -5
Connor followed him, blinkin in confusion as Attyston looked around. He laughed a the kiss, kissing him back affectionately and wrapping an arm around him as they headed to check out. Despite being so self conscious, it was clear that his sexuality wasn't something tha bothered him.
He waited patiently, and while Attyston payed, Connor went to grab the bags, but found himself yelping in pain as he picked them all up, the causing a pull that sent searing pain up his arms. He set them in the cart swiftly, whimpering a bit as he stumbled back to slide down against the wall. "Ah..f-fuck.." He mumbled.. Shouldered away an employee that came over to check on him.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 9, 2013 23:15:50 GMT -5
I smile as he wraps an arm around my waist as we wander up to the check out, gathering a few looks from others. I ignore them, handing the cashier my money and taking the receit as Connor moves to get the bags. My head snaps over as a yelp of pain escapes him and I quickly take my change, shoving it into my pocket and moving the cart out of the way. I push the employee away, squatting down in front of him. "What's wrong?" I ask in a soft voice, putting a finger under his chin to bring his blue gaze up to meet my green one. "Come on, let's just go home." I add, taking his hands in mine and bringing them to my lips before standing and helping him up. "You're just going to sit down once we get out there." I order, taking his hand in mine before grabbing the cart and starting out of the store as if nothing had just happened.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2013 23:21:55 GMT -5
"M-my arms.." He groaned in pain. No heavy lifting. He hadn't figured grocery bags counted. How deep had he cut..?
He got up with Attyston's help, drawing in slow shaky breaths to try and get through the pain. Nodding sullenly at Attyston's request, he kept close as they left the store.
Connor stood helplessly until the bags were unloaded, but stubbornly pushed the cart to the cart return before wandering back and climbing into the passengers seat, buckling in.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 9, 2013 23:29:44 GMT -5
I thought it had been his arms. A sigh escapes me as we cross the parking lot and I load the grocery bags into the trunk of my car. I huff as Connor pushes the cart into the cart return and climb into the driver's seat, pulling the seat belt over myself and starting the car after he climbs in. I pull out of the parking lot and back onto the road, tapping my fingers along the steering wheel as we stop ata red light. I glance over at him out the corner of my eye before starting forward again once the light changed to green, fiddling absently with the radio.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2013 23:51:03 GMT -5
Connor's jaw was set to try and push through the pain, blinking as he caught Attyston looking. Connor managed to smile at him, listening to him flip through radio stations.
He kept quiet on the ride home, climbing out once they pulled in and pausing in front of Attyston and giving him a deep, passionate kiss before picking up the lighter bag and waiting patiently for Attyston.
He studied him quietly, unable to help himself. The guy was really something. To him at least.
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