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โณ 19.09 "Badder Blood"
Who: Open Where: Outside the Silver Bullet
Sliding the key into the ignition of her old Jeep, the fresh paint job her Dad had sprung for for her birthday belied the age of the vehicle, but the sputtering of it's engine did not. Neither did it's groan of resignation as it refused to start altogether. "Come on, baby..." She urged as she gave the key another unresponsive turn with a sigh that came from deep in the very depths of her soul. "Fucking battery." Forehead falling to rest on the steering wheel. The last thing she wanted was to have to call her dad again, or Jesse for another jump. Maybe the time had come for her to bite the bullet and dip into her savings for a new battery.
It wasn't too often that Landon ventured out after work, but after some nudging from his friends, he decided to make an exception. He'd only had one drink at The Silver Bullet, much to the annoyance of his buddies, but he still had to drive home. He wasn't about to call for a ride just so he could get shitfaced on a weeknight. The rattle of an engine trying its damnedest to stammer to life and then failing caught his attention, and when he saw the woman inside the cab give up in defeat, Landon couldn't just walk away and ignore. He wasn't an automotive expert, but he knew a little, including how to give it a jump. He approached the jeep, but wasn't sure how to go about grabbing her attention without scaring her. Instead, Landon opted to tap lightly on the hood of the car instead of her window, in hopes that it would be less startling.
Evie smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she thought it over. โ A little bit of everything, honestly. I'll bounce from mystery or fantasy to something historical depending on my mood, though I'm a sucker for a book that keeps me up way too late because I have to know what happens next. Romance is usually my go to. โ She grinned when he mentioned being an aspiring author. โ That's actually really cool. You're going to have to tell me what you're writing sometime. โ At his question, she shrugged lightly. โ Anywhere with mountains or the ocean usually wins me over, but half the fun is just finding someplace I've never been before. โ Her gaze dropped fondly to the puppy weaving between their feet before she looked back at him. โ For the record, I don't think you sound boring. Librarian, writer, outdoorsy, accidental animal rescuer... I'd say you've got a pretty solid list going already. โ
"Hey, that's me too! Maybe we need to form a book club. Unless there's already one around here that I haven't sniffed out yet. Which, if that's the case, I'm really slacking. I enjoy romance too. One of my favorites." His lack of it in real life was definitely a contrast to the stories he loved, but in Landon's reality, fiction was usually better anyway. "Thank you. It's actually kind of got all of that in it. Not just one genre. Not as much fantasy, but a little. Maybe someday I'll finish it." that would require actually getting a publisher to read it too, though. Sometimes he missed traveling, but Landon finally felt more grounded in town, so he wasn't quite ready for that adventure again yet. "Nice. Do you like to hike, when you go to the mountains? And, thanks, Evie." Landon's smile brightened significantly. "I guess it could be worse, right? Just don't expect to see me at any wild parties or in the gossip. The one time I was, it was all made up. But so do you. If you ever need an exploring buddy sometime, I have a pretty good sense of direction."
sonny was cracking up as he went on about being a super sleuth. his reaction could be blamed on the alcohol, but it was also because he found the comment about him being squeamish over blood kind of funny, considering what he did for work. he was used to seeing blood whenever he tattooed anyone, and while some people definitely bled more than others, it was something he saw on the daily. even the occasional piercing he did drew blood, so the knowledge that landon seems to be so iffy over something he sees on the daily and is, quite literally, wiping away from skin with a sanitized wipe or a plain paper towel, is a bit comical to him. obviously landon doesnโt know this. it actually occurred to him that landon doesnโt know what he does for a living, and while heโs tempted to talk about it with him, he doesnโt want to ruin the moment. sonny likes hearing him ramble, even if he isnโt fully aware of what heโs rambling about. itโs cute, and a nice change of pace compared to the conversations he usually partakes in.
he really wouldnโt mind listening to him go on and on about things heโs passionate about, even random fixations, things sonny has no familiarity with, if it meant seeing him smile. knowing what a romantic he is at his core, heโd probably take the time to google whatever it is heโs talking about to have knowledge on the topic the next time landon brings it up. however, knowing how things have gone down the first time, something tells sonny there wonโt be a next time with them, like this is a one and done kind of deal, and as much as sonny doesnโt like it, heโs too clouded with want and desire to make any kind of protest. in fact, he canโt even believe landon is giving him the time of day right now. on one side, he wants to think itโs because he was just playing hard to get and has wanted to talk to him all along, but on the other side, the much more logical, realistic side of him, he knows itโs probably because heโs bored, drunk, and horny. in another universe, sonny would have the courage to get up and go anywhere else. in this universe, heโs too mesmerized to get up.
if anything, sonny more than entertains his antics. he smiles too much, stares for too long, and gets lost in his eyes. his big, idiotically beautiful ocean eyes that have had him in a chokehold since the first time they spoke. he doesnโt know what it is about this guy, why he canโt seem to find the courage to look away or stand his ground, but sonny swears, itโs like heโs putty in his hands. maybe his friends back in jeju island were right when they would jokingly tell him heโs pathetic and the textbook definition of a lover boy, despite not looking the role at all. there isnโt any other logical explanation on why heโs folding so quickly. he could blame it on the drinking, or he could be honest with himself and own up to the fact that he tends to fall too quickly, and either gets ghosted in the process, isnโt taken seriously or is seen as just a fuck buddy. odds are, after this, landon will proceed to ghost and discard him, pretend he doesnโt exist, and heโll be back to feeling useless and unlovable. heโll also be back to pretending like he doesnโt care about these things, when deep down, it kind of kills him. the idea that heโll probably never really find anyone.
this thought is only enforced further when landon keeps talking. sonny laughs, because the idea of him being the most beautiful guy landon has ever seen feels more like a slap to the face rather than a compliment. he knows he doesnโt mean it, but is just trying to soften the blow that his following words bring, similar sentences heโs heard plenty of times in his life. i donโt want to lead you on. it has nothing to do with you, itโs me. it was just a one time thing. i donโt think weโre compatible like that. i donโt want anything serious right now. itโs just sex, donโt make it deeper than that. i like you, just not like that. weโre just friends who have sex sometimes. surely you didnโt think this was more than just hooking up, right? sonny could go on and on with the amount of lines heโs heard over the years. landonโs words were no different, and despite what he said earlier about them just hanging out and not making it deeper, he canโt help but feel a littleโฆ dejected? unvaluable? undeserving and unworthy? there were many words he could use to describe the feeling festering in the pit of his stomach.
not even because of landon alone, but because sonny didnโt understand what was so wrong about him, what was so deeply flawed and unwantable, up to the point where no guy in his life has ever wanted something deeper than either just friendship or plain hooking up. they never took him seriously, never wanted to actually be with him aside from just getting him naked or getting stoned with him, and they certainly never saw him as anything more than just a fuck buddy. was he too weird? too easy to get with? unable to be taken seriously because of the way he dressed or acted? did he come on too strong and scare people off? was he just not attractive enough to date, but attractive enough to mess around with? putting his complicated feelings for landon aside, being put in this situation every damn time kind of made him feelโฆ empty, stupid even. maybe there was something very ugly within that everyone else saw and didnโt dare to speak on, something that drove people away sooner or later. for a moment, he looks away and pretends to pick at his nails, though the design is builder gel, so thereโs really nothing to pick at. eventually, he turns back to him and forces a smile, not wanting to ruin the moment with his stupid emotional traumas, and not wanting to get too in his feelings, especially since he was drunk.
of course he was a writer. it really felt right on the nose, and of course, it intrigued sonny, because he couldnโt write to save his life. he was artistically inclined, but blanked when it came to words. it made him so much more interesting because he always felt like lots of writers tended to carry some kind of emotional baggage, hurt of some kind, and he was curious to know if landon fell into that box. โmaybe one day you can show me.โ that was him being delusional enough to believe that landon wouldnโt disappear after this, something not even a drunk sonny fully bought. he couldnโt help but burst out laughing at his last words, nodding his head in mock agreement. โthe effect i have on someone โ right.โ if that effect was being used for sex, for a good time, and then discarded, like he was fucking nothing, then landon was definitely spot on about that. otherwise, sonny had no clue what he was on about, especially since he was about to do the same with him. the most pathetic part of all was that sonny knew this, and was still allowing it.
unfortunately for him, when they kissed for the first time, he knew exactly why. of course landon would kiss as perfect as he looked, taste as good too and leave him more hypnotized than before, if that was even possible. itโs as if his thoughts from just a few moments ago completely dissipated, and now heโs drunk on not just the alcohol, but the feeling of the otherโs lips against his. he didnโt want to stop, but he knew that if he didnโt, the amount of pda these poor people were bound to witness would be quite embarrassing. heโs giggling softly at landonโs response, not wanting to break away from him, and truthfully, heโs going to reply cheekily to what he had to say, but anything he wanted to say completely slips his mind the moment landon bites onto his bottom lip, eliciting the softest, most barely audible groan from him. immediately, heโs at a loss for words, landonโs question not fully clicking because heโs pathetically leaning in closer, wanting more. it probably takes him a full minute to even grasp what he had said, and another few seconds for him to get a damn grip, open his eyes and stop being the most embarrassing simp humanity has ever seen, over a guy he barely even knows. even when he does manage to open his eyes and talk, itโs mumbled and stupid. โummโฆโ really? thatโs the best he could do? heโs so stupidly entranced with the other, it actually takes every bit of self control he has left to break away and form a coherent sentence.
โyes, uber. maybe, umโฆ maybe my place. since youโre a super sleuth and all, iโm not sure what iโll find at yours. could be a bit scary.โ itโs meant to be teasing and flirty, but the delivery is shaky and weak, and heโs once again turning fifty shades of red because kissing is one thing, but landon teasing him like that is another. the only thing that would make this more humiliating for sonny is if he starts kissing his neck, which he doubts he would, but with what he just did, he canโt be too sure. finally, sonny reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone with an unsteady hand, going to the uber app and calling one from here to his place, that was about three minutes away. โitโs three minutes away. maybe we can start walking to the entrance, it will meet us there.โ he tells him, putting his phone back into his pocket and offering him a drunken grin. without much thought, he gets up from the bar stool and gives him another kiss, pulling away and raising a brow at the other mischievously. โiโll race you there, bet you canโt beat me!โ with that, he giggles like a drunken fool and starts running towards the entrance, his competitive streak, of course, taking over, along with his much more playful side.
Sonny's laugh was adorable, and Landon found himself wanting to say more things to provoke it, even if he didn't find himself very funny at all. Sonny was learning all of these things about Landon; his job, his super sleuth ways (that didn't even exist. That he was a writer. He wanted to ask Sonny more about himself - hell, he didn't even know where he worked. However, that was opening the door to things, which meant getting to know someone better, and it had Landon uncertain of diving too far into it. Genuinely, he was curious. He did want to get to know Sonny, but he also didn't want to make things more difficult when they eventually went their separate ways. He wasn't stupid enough to think Sonny would put up with all of his bullshit; especially since Landon was too damn guarded to even let him try. It was so easy though to fall into rapport with him, to forget about all of the crappy stuff and want to sink into conversation. Not just for the obvious element of gratification and attraction, but companionship. Especially when Sonny kept listening to him ramble on about things that were probably mundane to just about any other person. And with that heart-stopping fucking smile on his face to boot. Landon genuinely didn't deserve the attention he was being given, or frankly, a second chance at all.
Landon had never shown anyone his writing, ever, in his life. Many people had offered or asked, but he always turned them down right away, too embarrassed and insecure to share. Which was silly, considering if he every wanted it published someday, someone would have to read it. And if it actually happened, tons would see it with their own eyes. He needed professional approval. Someone to tell him how awful or wonderful it was and make the decision for him. Not someone biased. And yet, Sonny's suggestion for some reason, softened something within. "I don't share my writing," he responded, maybe a little too firmly. His eyes though were still on Sonny's dark doe ones, and there was the smallest shimmer of something in them. Hope, maybe? "But if I did then I think you would be a very good judge of them. So... I will keep it in mind." That was absolutely the closest yes he'd ever given anyone. Landon couldn't explain it, but his heart suddenly felt a little bit lighter. At least it did, for only a brief moment. It sunk completely again from Sonny's retort. The sarcasm in his tone; or perhaps it was defeat. Once again Landon felt like an asshole, lumped in with what seemed to be other people who may have said similar things. He didn't know for sure, or what their intentions had been with Sonny, but he hadn't meant it as anything against him. If anything, the reason he'd dodged him mostly was because he could feel something greater pulling them together, and it scared the hell out of him.
He wanted to further explain. Yes, it was a common excuse - the whole 'it's not you, it's me thing.' But he literally meant it this time. It was all him, and nothing to do with Sonny. Not really. Except that he was scared of falling, and Sonny was someone he could potentially see that happening with. This didn't seem to be the place or time for that conversation, so Landon put a pin it in, but he wasn't going to just let the night pass without trying to explain himself in a way that hopefully made Sonny see it wasn't him that had the issues. It was Landon It was selfish of him, feeling this way and then stealing a kiss, but Landon couldn't help himself. Sonny looked so gorgeous there, his big eyes bright and plush lips just begging to be kissed. He felt the need to swoop in before someone else did instead. And as soon as their mouths met, he felt the kind of fire, the kind of unbridled sensation that he'd only read about in books. Never actually experienced for himself until that moment. Once again it scared the fuck out of him, but not enough to stop, to back away. To run out of the building and pretend it never happened. No. Instead, he grew greedy, kissing him wantonly, unlike he'd done so with anyone else before. Fucking hell, he was so screwed.
Having a serious conversation with him was apparently too much, but kissing, no, that was absolutely acceptable. Landon wanted to keep going - to kiss him more, harder, without worrying about prying eyes and lack of privacy. Then the way Sonny groaned as he bit at his lower lip was enough to make him almost daring enough to pin him to the bar. He didn't, but god did he want to. Landon chuckled warmly, the sound husked as Sonny giggled. It was the cutest sound, and he wanted to see what else he could do to elicit it from him again. Normally Landon wouldn't do this, let alone suggest taking it somewhere else, and though he was drunk and that was making him bolder than usual, he still knew what he was doing. At the moment though he was too swept up in Sonny to really care. The answer he got though momentarily made Landon wonder if he was getting rejected. He wouldn't blame him really, especially after how he'd been at the library the other day. He began preparing himself to walk away with his tail between his legs, but then... Sonny agreed. And offered his place as somewhere to land. His remark about finding something possibly scary at Landon's ripped a laugh from the blonde, his eyes sparkling as they searched deep brown. He felt hypnotized. "I already told you I don't do well with blood. And you're still scared?" Honestly though, he'd rather go to Sonny's anyway. His own place, and the photos of his mother, etc. would just open up too many cans of worms.
"Your place is good. If you think mine is scary then I trust that yours isn't." His gaze fell to the flush of pink in Sonny's cheeks, and Landon's head tilted as he admired it, finding him beautiful all over again. He sensed some nerves in his wavering voice and the way his hands shook, but before he could address it Sonny was grinning again, assuring he'd solidified their ride. "Perfect. I'll pay you back," he promised, since, after all, it had been his idea to leave. What he hadn't expected was the next kiss - this one chaste and playful as Sonny ran away - challenging him to a race. "Hey! You cheated!" Landon chirped, but ran after him anyway, ignoring that his dress shoes were far from something he should be running in. He nearly tripped on an imaginary rock - yes, one he was going to blame for his loss - and made it seconds behind Sonny, his breathing a little ragged and face a bit flushed. "Cheater," Landon teased, his curls now a bit messy, and he noticed that Sonny's eyeliner had smudged a bit more too. "I meant what I said in there, about you being gorgeous." The moonlight kissed Sonny's face, his features highlighted in the stripes of moonbeams. "I know I'm not easy to deal with, but I'm also not a liar," he said, trying to collect his breath. "You're so fucking pretty. Like, the most handsome guy I've ever seen. It's kind of scary."
Landon wanted to lean in again, to kiss him this time without anyone watching, with the moon their guide and the darkness enshrouding. It was then though, of course, that their ride pulled up, so he'd have to wait again, longer now. Landon pulled the backseat door open and held it for Sonny; if nothing else, at least he could be a gentleman. He waited until Sonny had shifted down the seat before joining him and settling into the cushy material with a little sigh. Not a beleaguered one, but a happy one. For once. "Thank you," he greeted the driver quickly, before moving his eyes onto Sonny. There was a little space between them, which Landon closed by inching closer, his knee knocking against his gently. "I've never left a wedding with someone before," Landon confessed, whispering the words into Sonny's ear, to keep it between them. And in the process his lips totally, accidentally, brushed against the shell of it, leaving a teasing little kiss there. "Then again, I barely ever leave with anyone." There was a small smile on his lips, one that Landon quickly trapped between his teeth. He wanted Sonny to know that despite what he probably thought were excuses, he wasn't really someone that hooked up often. He just mostly ignored it completely.
Although it wasn't his business to ask, he was curious. It was hard to imagine someone as charismatic and stunning as Sonny keeping himself busy during the evenings reading or writing or hitting up the gym like Landon mostly did. "What about you? Do you usually pick people up often? Am I just another casualty in a long line of hot men?" Landon tried to keep his tone light and jokey, because he honestly wasn't judging. He was just... curious. He shouldn't be, considering he'd already nipped the idea of anything more happening in the bud, but he wanted to know. Sonny didn't pin him as the type to want to settle down; he seemed wild and free. But that was just an assumption, a judgement based on his attitude and very little else. Landon found himself though wanting to know the truth, to know more about him. What he'd said before about never having a future with someone, like a real happy ending, rang in his ears. So he had to ask: which was it? Did he long for that, or just some fun? Landon felt the same way about his lack of a fairytale ending, and it haunted him. "You don't have to answer," he amended quickly, not wanting to push his buttons. "It's just, what you said before seemed different than what I expected. I was just... wondering. I know you think I was making excuses before, but I wasn't."
Now wasn't the time for a sob story, but maybe it wouldn't kill him to open up the tiniest bit. "I've just had a big loss in my life, so getting to know people beyond surface level, it's not easy for me. I really meant that it's my problem, not yours. If that wasn't true, I wouldn't be sitting back here with you right now. And it especially wouldn't have been my idea."
Ocean looked at Landon as they walked, really taking him in (and not just how handsome he was). Normally he wasnโt one to show his work, but he had recently done so with Claudio, so why not another friend? And if it meant getting to spend more time with Landon, wellโฆit was worth considering. Still, he was a little nervous about the prospect. โI want to,โ he said to the other man. โKind of a lot actually. Iโm just nervous about it. What if it changes your opinion of me?โ Again he looked at the man, and Ocean realized he was being silly. This was a guy who understood how scary it was to share your work, to share something you put so much of yourself into. It felt highly unlikely that Landon would judge him harshly, even if he didnโt like what Ocean did (he wonโt, the voice whispered). โI do enjoy it though,โ Ocean confirmed with a nod. โSometimes when things feel hard, I just go down to my studio and kind of zone in on what Iโm working on. Usually if Iโm feeling sad, I paint. I sculpt if Iโm angry. And I work on my pottery if Iโm just feeling overwhelmed, which isโฆoften.โ He blushed slightly as he said this. Still a little nervous, Ocean knew what he wanted to do now. โMaybe you can come over sometime, and I can show you,โ he suggested slowly, voice steadier than he felt.ย
He smiled softly at Landonโs words. โThey do seem to like my classes, yeah,โ Ocean replied, feeling good about that now that he was seeing it from Landonโs perspective. โI think the teacher caring about the subject they teach is the most important thing. If they donโt care, why should the students?โ That felt especially true when it came to the arts in Oceanโs opinion. โYouโre right,โ Ocean said. โThere are a lot of books on art history and things like that. And plus they might like to just get out of the school for a bit.โ Plus it would mean he could see Landon, maybe impress him a little (Ocean ignored the voice that said he wouldnโt, that heโd just make a fool of himself). Nodding, Ocean agreed, โYeah, me too. The voices in my head are really loud, and if Iโm running until I canโt feel my legs, then itโs easier to quiet them down. Or whatever it is Iโm doing. ButโฆIโd like that.โ He blushed a little once more, smiling a bit shyly at Landon. He couldnโt deny he had a little crush, but Ocean didnโt plan to pursue it, feeling there would be no point.ย
Telling Landon about Aaron had been so scary, but Landon responded kindly and compassionately, which helped Ocean feel a little better about it. โYeah,โ Ocean confirmed. โHe used to tell me how mediocre my art was - that was when he was in a good mood, otherwise heโd tell me it sucked. And he used to talk about all the things I needed to change about how I look, like my body. I needed to be leaner, more toned. I needed to be hotter to keep him interested, and I tried. I hate that I tried, but I did.โ Ocean heard his voice shaking a little, and he paused, taking a deep breath. It helped that Landon felt so angry at Aaron for how he had treated him, and that made Ocean smile. โHe would never drive off a cliff because heโs such a good driver,โ Ocean replied, but he was being sarcastic for a change, rolling his eyes. โHeโs so good at everything, donโt you know.โ Even now, it felt strange to criticize Aaron, but it also felt liberating. Thinking about something Landon had said, Ocean asked the man, โDo you really think he needs to get his eyes checked?โ He blushed as he asked this, smiling softly.ย
โI kind of hope you donโt find them so you can get a new pet,โ Ocean admitted. โBut I just hope heโs happy where he ends up. Maybe we can watch it sometime?โ It was out of character for Ocean to suggest even more time together, but it felt right; he felt very comfortable with Landon right now. โAnd maybe after we find the owner, we can go back to my house for a little bit,โ he suggested before he could stop himself.ย
Honestly Landon hadn't expected Ocean to give in and offer to show him any of his art, but it was a pleasant surprise. "I promise, it won't make me think any differently. I mean unless you used like, real blood for paint or something, then I might judge you a bit," he joked, although considering how squeamish he was, that would be too much for him to take. "I mean it. Just like I would hope people wouldn't judge me even if they thought my writing was shitty. It doesn't define what kind of person you are. Also, I'm not an art expert, so again, subjective." It made him feel good though that Ocean felt comfortable even entertaining the idea. Landon could be a little critical at times, his inner nerd coming out, but he really just wanted to make people feel welcome and safe. "Weirdly, that makes total sense. Especially the anger and sculpting. Like, I bet if you're pissed off it might feel like such a relief to just squish your hands in that stuff. Like those stress balls or something, except, you know, you're making actual art. Is painting your favorite?" Landon kept his smile soft and reassuring, not wanting to overstep, but he was happy to see if his friend ever felt willing to do so. "That could be cool. If you're every feeling emboldened or just want an opinion, I'd love to see. Truly."
Landon could believe that. Ocean pegged him as the type with the perfect temperament for teaching. Patience, but he wouldn't let them go too crazy or anything. It was a job he could likely never do, but he did like helping the students do their research when they came into the library. He also had fun the handful of times he'd been roped into reading story time for the little ones. "Oh I wholly agree. I just remember in school sometimes we'd end up with like, a coach or something. Usually for history or geography, and it was brutally obvious they were just there for the paycheck. Although I did have a football coach once for geometry, and I kid you not, he was the best math teacher I ever had," he chuckled. "If those kids see how invested you are, most of them are probably gonna follow suit. Unless they're hopeless at art like myself. But, yeah. Kids always love a field trip. Just let me know if you ever want me to set something up. We could even put on like an art related movie or something on the big screen for them. Just something different." Landon nodded, because everything Ocean was saying, explained exactly why he liked to stay busy. When he wasn't reading or writing, he was active. "Exactly. I don't like when my mind wanders too much. It can be a scary place." He laughed again, though it wasn't exactly a joke. "That's why I prefer fiction instead."
While he was far from a relationship expert, considering he'd only had a handful of them in high school and nothing beyond that for fear of attachment, he knew that Ocean's ex was far from healthy. Ocean deserved better than that bullshit, and it pissed him off that someone could make him feel that bad about himself. Especially someone nice and warm and that was good company. "No offense, but he's a piece of shit. Most of the time people do that when they feel bad about themselves. Like, if they take someone else down with them, they aren't alone. And don't feel as bad about themselves anymore." He shook his head as Ocean further explained, and if Aaron every showed up in town, well, Landon couldn't promise he wouldn't have some blood offering for Ocean to use in his art after all. "Don't feel bad about trying. I think we've all done that before. Tried to change for someone, but ultimately, anyone that asks you to is insecure." His gaze softened when Ocean asked about Aaron getting his eyes checked, and Landon happily reassured. "I mean it. You're a good looking guy. You are built, you have a good job, and you're passionate about what you do. Three things he probably can't say about himself. And well, I still hope he drives off a cliff. Either way, karma will get him."
Blue eyes darted to the little pup weaving between them. "Yeah, me too. But if he does have a home then maybe I'll go to the shelter. I've been meaning to for a long time, so I'm going to take this as a sign either way." He chuckled brightly, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Sure. I have no idea if there's anywhere to even watch that show anymore, but maybe it's somewhere. Either way, we can totally hang."
"I have a limited amount of comps, but I always have friends and family discounts, just let me know anytime," Ash offered it freely, honestly anyone in Carroll would've gotten it, even if it was only meant for so called friends and family, this was worth it being able to get more people to hockey. "Dancing alone would be my absolute nightmare, trust me," Ash shook his head, a shiver to the horrifying thought. "Yeah definitely grab one, I felt bad too but it seemed to be fine and they had a lot of them made, maybe enough for the entire town that came." It was basically a door gift, a multipurpose door gift. And it's super smart of them to do it that way. "I'll make sure you're still upright, they are a little strong," Ash tapped the base of the glass, glad Landon was feeling better than at the start of this. "Oh. You haven't seen me dance," Ash raised an amused eyebrow, appreciative of his vote of confidence in him but it was certainly in vain. "My sister's the pretty kind of skater, me not so much," sure he had balance and core strength and Aggie taught him all about partner lifting with all that strength he had, but rhythm? Rhythm and music awareness was not things he had. "Never say never, once your friends give you a look, sometimes it's over."
"Really? Dude, you don't have to do that, but thanks! That would be amazing. I can repay you in..." he hummed aloud in thought. Well, library books were already free. "I'll find a way," he added with a delighted chuckle. "Tell me about it. I can't imagine that many eyes on me. I always think of Elaine on Seinfeld with her dance moves and feel like I'd probably have a similar effect on the crowd. Lose all respect in one night." Landon glanced at the table full of bracelets again and nodded. "Okay, I'll be sure to grab one. Even if it's just to keep for myself. And I appreciate you looking out for me." Landon couldn't dance or skate, not really, so he couldn't imagine Ashton was worse. "Well, you can keep your feet on the ice without falling on your ass. To me, that's tough enough. I never really played hockey, but to me it seems like the most difficult sport there is. Not only do you have to master the game itself, but the skating aspect too. If you ever do have to learn some kind of routine in sync, at least you have a good teacher in your sister." He knew Ash was right, but hopefully that wouldn't be his fate for the night. "I'll be like one of those kids at prom hiding out in the restroom all night," he mused.
FUNNY STORY by EMILY HENRY
the more landon talks and the more sonny gazes at him, the harder it is to remember why he had distanced himself in the first place. the first time he ever saw him, he had immediately caught his attention, so when he left the library that day, sonny made a plan to come back the next day and talk to him. the only problem with that is that when he actually went into the library the second time, he couldnโt find it in himself to approach him. the third day was the same deal, even the fourth and the fifth as well, until landon had made the first move eventually. sonny wasnโt a reserved person, nor was he ever intimidated enough up to the point where he was unable to talk to a stranger, yet, when it came to landon, he hesitated, literally five days in a row, which wasnโt like him at all. he wasnโt shy or introverted, so why couldnโt he make the first move? why was he so mesmerized by this guy up to the point where he couldnโt even talk to him at first? it was actually embarrassing for him to think about it.
all the questioning thoughts he has seem to dissipate when he jokes about secretly being a super sleuth. sonny laughs, not because it was funny, but because it was such a nerdy, quirky and honestly adorable thing to say. sonny didnโt really know landon at all, but he can imagine he has all kinds of similar quips like these, ones that sonny wouldnโt mind hearing over and over again. conversations with men he was interested in never really went down like this, it was a very refreshing change of pace. he could appreciate banter like this, even jokes about murder, because landon was so damn attractive, sonny felt like he could give him a pass for almost anything. it was actually becoming a bit of an issue, he realized. he also realized it was an issue he had no intention of fixing, nor did he want to fix it either. โwowโฆ a super sleuth? who is squeamish over blood? that doesnโt sound like a good mix. i mean, what are you meant to do if you walk into a very messy, bloody crime scene? do you just blindfold yourself and have someone else gather all the clues?โ he cracks a smile, letting out a chuckle as he shakes his head. โyour secret is safe with me, promise. no need for murder here.โย
the alcohol made it easier for words to flow, it made it easier to disregard their first interaction, and it somehow made landon impossibly more attractive. the perfectly tailored beige suit, that fit like a freaking glove and made him look so sophisticated and proper but so incredibly hot at the same time, sonny is still trying to wrap his head around that idea. his curly hair, perfectly styled and looking so luscious, sonny canโt help but wonder how soft it must feel running through his fingertips, like silk, he can imagine. he saves the best for last โ his eyes, that draw him in like a sailor lost at sea. so deeply blue, practically sparkling, and with the outside light, they look like the softest, most intense shade of celeste. it takes him a moment to realize that heโs staring. like, full on staring at him and admiring him. if he was sober, he might try to be more discreet about it, but drunk him canโt seem to look away. he smiles at him even, as if inviting him to take whatever was going on between them a step further.
the smile vanishes from his lips however, when landon claims he deserves what sonny said. that somehow makes him even more curious, because why would he think he deserves to be unrightfully labeled? he wonders what might have happened in his life that would make him think this way, and he wonders if they would ever get to a point where landon would actually feel comfortable enough to let him in and tell him that and more. that was probably just the alcohol getting him hopeful, because he doubts that it would ever get to that, but that still doesnโt stop him from shaking his head and correcting him. โno, you donโt.โ he replies back softly, yet firmly enough to let him know that he was serious. at his following words, sonny chews on his bottom lip, but doesnโt reply. he does nod to let him know he was listening. he could only wish that landon trusted him enough to tell him what exactly was behind that โcop outโ, but frankly, heโs also not stupid enough to believe that he would just start telling him his entire life story. after all, trust is earned. it doesnโt just happen.
โi think youโre beautiful.โ the words escape before he can help it, but sonny makes no effort to take them back because it was true. from the moment he saw him, that was his exact thought. anyone who has ever made him feel like heโs any less simply doesnโt deserve him. shit, sonny is sure he doesnโt deserve him either, which is maybe another reason why his initial rejection stung the way it did, because landon was way out of his league and he knew it. the way his cheeks reddened made sonny want to reach over and brush his fingertips over his soft skin, but he refrains. he takes in what he says, and for a moment, heโs quiet, momentarily debating if he should reply the way he wants. after a split second however, the alcohol is bringing out his honest thoughts. โi do want something more cemented. i mean, not just with you exactly, but in general. iโve always wanted something deeper, something real, but iโm okay with that never happening too. likeโฆ not everyone is meant to find someone and live happily ever after, right?โ he laughs when he says this, but he fully believes it. of course he wants love deep down, donโt a lot of people? but sonny isnโt naive enough to believe it happens for everyone. he also has a feeling he wonโt be one of the lucky few who does experience that, but heโs become okay with that idea. perhaps okay isnโt the word, maybe conformed to it? that sounds a bit better. โi donโt mind just hanging out. it doesnโt have to be deeper than that. i meant it at the library, by the way. we really can do whatever you want.โ this is what he had said to landon when he asked him out, but sonny felt it continued to apply. he didnโt mind going at landonโs pace.
sonnyโs teasing feels short lived the more landon begins to elaborate. he isnโt a shy person at all, but admittedly, he can feel his cheeks growing hot, and he isnโt completely sure itโs just the alcohol. no one has ever said shit like that to him, he was actually at a loss for words. he wants to play it off, but his face feels hot enough to burn through plastic. the heat is literally spreading to the tips of his ears. โwowโฆ how many books are you reading daily to sound like a nicholas sparks monologue?โ itโs his weak attempt to try and tease him, regain some kind of control, but he can barely even get through this without it sounding half assed, without the bright reddening spreading through his entire face giving him away. his eyes keep darting from his lips to his eyes, down to his lips again. he doesnโt think he could form another coherent sentence right now if he tried.ย
he swallows thickly, but makes no effort to move. if anything, they seemed to be getting even closer. theyโre surrounded by people, each person doing their own thing, but sonny canโt focus on any of the outside noise, the only thing he could focus on was landon. it was almost as if no one else was around despite that not being the case, but everything heโs saying is making it impossible for sonny to see anyone else. he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. heโs far too entranced in the other to even say anything remotely legible right now, and the alcohol clearly isnโt helping. before he knows it, landonโs hand grips his jaw and theyโre kissing. he can taste the liquor on his lips, the place theyโre at is less than ideal and you can hear music playing and background chatter, but this is honestly everything he could have imagined and then some. his lips are so soft, so intoxicating, sonny canโt get enough. his own hand finds itโs way towards his cheek, his thumb brushing against his soft skin. it doesnโt take long for their tongues to meet, and as much as sonny is eager for more, he has to break away and rest his nose against his, breathing ragged as he lets out a breathless chuckle. โi think you may have just let it.โ heโs on cloud nine right now, drunk and smiling so much, his face is starting to hurt. โcan youโฆ can you let me get you in more trouble somewhere else maybe?โ perhaps it was a bold question, but now that he kissed landon, and got even a quarter of a taste of what that was like, he wanted more.
Landon really was that dork; the one that preferred a good murder mystery party to something wild and untamed, or would much rather be at the library on any given day instead of drinking at the bar. So he really didn't understand what it was that Sonny saw in him. Maybe it was just a natural curiosity of someone that was different from him. Maybe, if he got it out of his system and realized what a loser Landon really was, he'd move on. Which was probably a good thing; although, there was this weird, nagging ache within that hinted Landon didn't really want that. After all, he'd already missed his visits to the library. Maybe though, that was even more reason to stay away; because it was so easy to fold around him.
Well if nothing else, he seemed to make Sonny laugh; whether it was at him, or what he was saying might have still be debatable, but maybe he seemed like a little less of the asshole he'd met at the library. "Oh yeah, it's a terrible mix. Must be why I've never cracked a case. I think I might need a partner in crime that doesn't mind the blood. But I'm selfish and don't want to let them take the credit, so I keep trying to power through it. Maybe someday I won't want to vomit at the sight of blood." Now Landon was the one laughing, because honestly, he hadn't expected Sonny to actually entertain his yammering. Drunk or not. "Thank you. I really don't want to murder you, partly because of the blood. But also, your face is a little too pretty to sacrifice."
The alcohol definitely had Landon opening up more, being more vocal and sillier than usual. He would have been embarrassed, later on, when they were both sober, but he had a feeling Sonny might not remember too much of the discussion anyhow. He was far from a memorable person, although the way he was being stared at, almost made him feel otherwise. For a moment, he felt special. Landon hadn't realized it because he was in his own drunken haze, but he too was straight up ogling Sonny. His eyes searched his, which were intensely focused on his own. When he wasn't staring into those big brown, doe-like eyes he was lost in the sight of his plush lips. Seriously, they looked softer than the pillow he slept on at night. He wondered if they felt softer too.
Sonny's reassurance was sweet, especially considering he barely knew anything about him. However, that was probably why he felt that way. If he did, he might agree that Landon did deserve being called out for his excuse. Even if it was true. He was an asshole, and there was no excuse for how he'd blown Sonny off. Landon really had thought he was taking the better way out, by letting him down gently. He didn't deserve Sonny's pity or his niceness. Now that he had it, it only made him want to let him in, which was a scary thought that he had to push away. Maybe someday if they spent more time together and became friends, he could be honest and open with him about why he didn't do the relationship thing. Not now though. It was too raw, he was too vulnerable, and they were both quite wasted.
He wasn't sure anyone had ever called him beautiful in his life. Landon wasn't blind; he'd been told he was attractive, but he never thought much of it, truthfully. Maybe in high school, when looks seemed to be the most important thing about a person, but he'd long let that go. He was more humble than he came off - at least when it came to himself and his abilities. His character, his looks. For someone as gorgeous as Sonny to call him beautiful, it made him almost believe it. It brought a soft smile to his lips, and Landon's ocean orbs grew gentler as they gazed into heavy-lined dark brown. If anyone was beautiful, it was Sonny. His smile wavered though, and fell completely at talk of wanting something more. Landon understood; it wasn't like he'd never wanted that. He had, once upon a time. Maybe somewhere deep down, he still did, but it wasn't plausible. He knew it wouldn't last for him - he'd screw it up somehow - and when he lost the most special person to him, he wasn't sure he could survive that kind of heartbreak. Not again.
"You are beautiful. Probably the most beautiful guy I have ever seen." Despite the slur in his voice, he was being sincere. "And you deserve to find that. I'm sure you will. Anyone would be crazy not to want something more with you. Looks aside, you're funny and witty and obviously very loyal. I'm sure you'll meet the right person someday." The idea of losing out on someone like Sonny made Landon sad, but he deserved better. "There is nothing wrong with wanting that. I used to. I just don't see it happening for me anymore. It has nothing to do with you. It's just a me problem. And I don't want to lead you on like that. But if you're cool just spending time together, then I am too." Landon nodded, his gaze falling to the floor for a moment. "Yeah, some people are not meant for that happily ever after, but I don't think you are one of them."
The flush blossoming in Sonny's face and the tips of his ears was fucking adorable, and Landon had to force his hand from reaching over to feel the warmth. Instead his nails dug into the palms of his hands as he tried to control himself. It had been forever though since he'd allowed himself to connect with someone this way - let alone happened naturally. His lowered inhibitions from the alcohol weren't exactly helping either. "Only like two," Landon answered dryly, his lips curving into a beaming grin. "I write too, you know. Not that anyone ever sees it, but maybe someday. I'm not just feeding you lines though. Maybe it sounds like it - like, some kind of prince charming bullshit. But I mean it. You must know the kind of effect you have on someone, right?"
Their eyes kept shifting between each other and their lips, and although Landon specifically not only told himself, but Sonny as well, that he couldn't let anything happen, not a moment later was he kissing him. But holy fuck, did he taste good; the sweetness of the liquor and coffee mixed with the softness of his lips. Landon hummed as he melted beneath the press of lips, and of Sonny's soft touch traipsing over his cheek. He knew he was growing warmer with each sweep of tongue, and found himself chasing after Sonny's mouth even as he broke the kiss. Landon too laughed gently, it ghosting across kiss-swollen lips as his nose nudged Sonny's, breathing him in and sharing the space a little longer. "I guess I did. Must be weaker than I thought," Landon teased, his eyes slowly fluttering open to stare into Sonny's once more. He was a little embarrassed for folding so quickly, and although he should leave and turn down the offer - remind Sonny this can't happen, especially not again - Landon couldn't push himself to.
"Yes." He said immediately, softly, as he nodded. Landon leaned in once more, his mouth covering Sonny's a little hastily as he grabbed onto the lapels of his black jacket. "I guess one night of trouble wouldn't be so bad." He drew back, teeth teasingly nipping at Sonny's lower lip as he spoke. "Uber? Your place, or mine?"
Evie hummed, considering it for a second before shrugging one shoulder. โ I like to try and read. Hike when I can. Bake, though I'm definitely better at eating cookies than making them. I love traveling and exploring new places, which is how I ended up here of course. Late-night rides and adventures. Being near the water or beach when I can. โ She thought about all the activities she liked to do. It was hard to list things when you sort of just do them naturally. A laugh escaped her as she watched the puppy sprint in a lopsided circle before charging back toward them. โ And apparently I have a habit of collecting random responsibilities. Lost dogs, community events, people who need an extra pair of hands... I don't really know how to say no. Keeps life interesting, though. โ She glanced over at him with an easy smile. โ What about you? โ
Landon listened carefully to all of her hobbies and interests; some similar to his, and others were much more exciting. "What do you like to read? Like, what kinds of books, I mean? I'm a librarian," he added, hoping it explained why he might have been a little extra nosy on the subject. "And also an aspiring author, but that's still a work in progress. I am also much better at eating cookies, or really, anything, than I am at cooking it." Traveling was something Landon hadn't done too much of; at least not after he moved here. He finally felt sort of settled again - at least as much as he could without immediate family around. So he just kind of stayed. "Where are your favorite places to go?" He wondered curiously. "As long as you aren't letting people use you or steamroll you, then there's nothing wrong with saying yes and being helpful. I'm sure people are appreciative." Landon hummed in thought, since he'd already divulged about work and his love of reading. "Honestly, there isn't too much else to me," he admitted. "I like to stay in shape and do stuff outdoors. Also collect stray animals, too, apparently," he agreed playfully as he glanced down at the little pup, his tail going crazy. "Other than that, I'm much more boring than you are."
"Nah it's okay, they really are expensive, I don't get why but I know it takes a lot to run a game." Surely they could make entry point tickets much much cheaper. But who was he but just a hockey player? The only business he understands was everything on ice, not the operational business around it. "Oh yeah definitely, better than me sulking out there alone, y'know?" Ash laughed, it was the easiest swap he could've done. "The bracelets are pretty though, I couldn't help but take two back myself, but not wear them either," he placed a finger on his lips as if a secret shared, though he's pretty much the bride and groom wouldn't mind, probably encourage it even. It would be a truly amazing doorgift to be honest. "Why not have an extra glass? We'll make it very convincing," Ash joked with a cheeky grin but was quick to wave it off, "just kidding. I'll keep my promises, even if it means ugly dancing," those friendships mean more to him than anything else, "how about you? No friends convincing you to dance?"
"I don't know the logistics either, but if I had a lot more money I'd definitely go watch some more often." Although he mostly just played sports occasionally now, and for the fun of it, Landon had always been an avid viewer. "No, we definitely can't have that. Although I'm sure there are plenty of people that would run out there and save you, to keep you from dancing alone." The bracelets were pretty, he had to agree, and Landon made a gesture of pretending to lock his lips with an imaginary key, then tossing it aside. "Secret is safe with me. I guess I could grab one. Maybe if there's extras. I just don't want to get roped into the singles dance," he explained. While he'd told himself one drink was the limit, Landon already knew he was going to break that rule. How could he not with such a a delicious drink? "Okay, but just don't let me embarrass myself too much," Landon said, laughing brightly. "Honestly, that amazing of you. I'm sure your dancing isn't that bad. You're a skater, after all!" It was Landon's turn to hold a finger up to his lips, a silent shush. "A few, but it's not gonna happen."
Ocean tensed slightly when Landon mentioned asking for proof, even though he wasn't actually asking for it. Already Ocean knew that Landon wasn't that type of guy, and he appreciated it. Still, Ocean started worrying that not showing his work at all was weird, especially since he was an art teacher. Weren't they supposed to be proud of their work? How can you an art teacher if your own art is so terrible you won't show anyone? the voice questioned him, something Ocean had thought about many times. But he couldn't dwell on that, not right now here with Landon, otherwise he'd start to spiral. Now that was something Ocean was good at. But it seemed Landon understood since he didn't show people what he wrote either. "I think it's because things like that, creative pursuits, it's like...an extension of ourselves," Ocean replied. "So when someone criticizes us, it feels more personal, especially when they're...um, overly harsh." That was a nice way to describe how Aaron had been with him, though Aaron hadn't stopped at being critical of Ocean's art. It had been everything. "I bet you're a really good writer though," Ocean replied, smiling at Landon. Shaking his head, Ocean countered, "I don't know if it takes a lot of patience to teach an elective class like art. Except for a small group of students taking a required credit, most of my students actually want to be there." And they did seem to respond well to Ocean's teaching, but he thought that was mostly because of their own talent. He was continually impressed by his students. "Maybe that would be a good idea," Ocean told Landon. "I'm not sure if I will be able to get it approved, but I'll try." Truthfully Ocean doubted it because learning how libraries worked didn't fit together with an art class, but Ocean thought it would make Landon happy, and he wanted that.
Laughing a little, Ocean asked, "Did you enjoy doing it at least? Because even if it was - in your eyes - bad, it would be worth it if you enjoyed it." That was when Ocean realized he hadn't answered Landon's question. Shrugging, he answered, "I used to love it, but...someone made me see how bad I am at it. What I do...anyone can." Maybe that was what made him a decent teacher - he could teach technique, and he was more sympathetic to people who were trying but just didn't have the natural talent.
Landon was saying such kind things to him today, and Ocean couldn't help but smile, even if he didn't believe them. And he did like the idea of them working out together, though it scared him too. "Maybe we could just do it together sometime," Ocean replied. "You might not be a trainer, but sometimes running or working out with a friend is nice." The idea also scared the shit out of Ocean, but he liked Landon, and he was trying not to close himself off as much, trying to trust people more. This would be part of that. His face was burning as he talked about Aaron though, and Ocean sighed. "I can't really get his voice out of my head now," he told Landon. "I hear it all the time, not just with how I look. It's...it's exhausting." It really was; Ocean felt so worn down all the time because of a man who wasn't in his life anymore. "I hate that I still give him that power, but I don't know how not to either." Ocean really wished he did. At Landon's compliment though, he blushed for a different reason, smiling softly. "Do you really think that?" Looking at the dog, Ocean shook his head. "I don't know Benji. We didn't have a TV, so I only watched it at different houses on the commune when I was visiting. I have one now, but I'm still catching up on movies I missed. Is that what you're going to call him though?"
He would never pressure someone to show him their work or their escape - their passion; whatever it meant to them. Landon knew all too well how vulnerable he felt doing the same. Still, he wanted Ocean to know it was an option, if he ever did want to share. And art was subjective. Just because one person didn't appreciate it, that didn't mean no one would. "I can absolutely understand that," Landon agreed, his smile soft as he nodded. "You're right. But also, one person's opinion is just one person's. There could be ten times that many that love it. I do understand though. Like I said, I haven't shared my writing either. And I guess I'm good at it, but I also am sure you're good at your art. Like you said; if you enjoy it, that's the most important thing." It seemed like maybe they had more in common than not, and Landon hoped that if Ocean needed someone to talk to, or even just to listen, that he knew he could always come to him. He might not have the best advice, and his life was far from perfect or orderly, but still.
"Okay, but that's amazing that most of your students are so invested. You never know with elective classes. I feel like when I was in school it was hit or miss. Sometimes with the teachers too though. it was obvious who wanted to be there and who didn't. I'm sure your kids appreciate you and the love you have for the subject. And I know art and libraries don't always go hand in hand, but we do have a huge art section of non-fiction books. So I'm sure there is a way to tie it in if you really wanted to." Landon definitely was far from any kind of trainer, but he liked the idea of having a gym buddy. Someone to chat with between reps, or hold the other accountable. Not that Landon had much trouble convincing himself to go workout, but still. "I agree! We definitely can do that. I just like to stay busy, you know? Sometimes being active like that keeps my mind from going off onto all these tangents." In other words, he didn't like to give himself the freedom to think too much or let his mind wander. It usually took him into difficult topics.
Landon too hated that Ocean's ex had this power over him. He wasn't sure how to break it either; that wasn't something that easily dissipated. "So he was judging your art and your looks? First off, the guy needs to have his eyes checked. Secondly, I hope he doesn't, and that he drives off a cliff." Landon winced as he said it, but he hated narcissists. "Sorry, but he's an asshole. I know it's easier said than done to ignore that, but I hope you can. Have you..." Landon paused, biting his lip. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want, but have you ever considered counseling, or therapy? It might be something that would help." Says the guy that evaded it intensely, even when his own mother passed away. "Oh! Benji was an old show. I think from like the 70's or 80's. Kind of like Lassie, if I remember correctly. I used to watch re-runs with my mom. You know, I might. If I can't find his owners. I'd love to keep him," he admitted, softly. "But if he belongs to someone I'd never take him away, either."
asher holds the recovered hacky sack up like the evidence has been tampered with. โfirst of all, iโm very portable, so you can take me plenty of places,โ he says, pointing at landon with it. โsecond of all, the shelf moved spiritually. you wouldnโt understand. itโs a creative thing.โ he bends to scoop up another hacky sack from where it has rolled near the bottom shelf, then glances back at the bookcase with narrowed eyes. โbut youโre right. i should report it. dangerous enchanted furniture in the local bookstore? this town has enough problems.โ
his grin widens as landon grabs a book, and asher tucks the hacky sacks back into his pocket before he can be tempted into proving himself again. not here, apparently. not around the nervous book people. โi came for moral support,โ he says, leaning one shoulder against the shelf beside landon, โand because you should never shop for books alone. thatโs how you end up buying something depressing with a bird on the cover and pretending itโs for personal growth.โ
asher reaches past him to pull a book at random, turning it over like he knows what heโs looking for. he absolutely does not. โbut i might get something,โ he admits. โmaybe a poetry collection. maybe something weird about ghosts. maybe a cookbook iโll open exactly once and then use as decor.โ his eyes flick to landon, bright with mischief. โor maybe iโm just here to make sure you donโt choose anything too respectable. someone has to keep you interesting.โ
"This is very true. You're also highly adaptable, which makes it easy to plop you into a new space. If only I could fit you in my pocket. Then, if you started causing trouble, I'd just tuck you away." Landon scoffed playfully, feigning offense, though he wasn't even a little bit offended. "I'm an aspiring writer. You don't see that as being creative? Fine, then maybe I won't let you be the first to read my book. You know, in another decade when I decide it's maybe decent enough for anyone else's eyes."
Asher always managed to keep Landon on his toes. Like his friend had said - he needed someone to keep him interesting. That was very much true. It was easy for Landon to fall into that hole of being boring. Especially when he started shutting others out. "Okay, but the furniture thing would be really weird. It sounds like some kind of plot twist on Beauty and the Beast. The Disney version, at least. Do I need to be worried about said furniture breaking into song too?"
The moral support was certain appreciated, and honestly Asher was the best at that. He knew how to keep Landon from digging himself into a dark, depressing head space. Glancing down at the book in his hand, Landon chuckled when he realized there actually was a bird on it, and he tried to discreetly tuck it back into its place on the shelf. "Maybe you can find a poetry book about ghosts. That sounds fun! Not sure you could throw the cookbook portion in there with the other two though. Unless it's like a Halloween cookbook that has all three of them in the mix. Which sounds like a very niche choice. Especially for this time of the year."
Landon went for a book that didn't have a bird on the cover, though it was about writer's block. He wasn't sure that was exactly what Asher had in mind as interesting, but maybe if nothing else, it might help him out. "Look," he showed him the cover proudly. "No birds or other animals. Aren't you proud?"
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