heh

name's jamie. don't talk to me.

[fiftynotes]

*narrows her eyes at him* Actually, I assumed that was your surname. Hamie Stupid. Quite exotic.

You’re hilarious, you know that? *scoffs and rolls his eyes* Whatever… What do you even want?

[fiftynotes]

open to multi

[playinghardball-blog]

Was it her, or did the boy next to her come off as upset that she sat down next to him? He greeted Anita without much emotion. Well… it still felt too early for first impressions.

Anita sat quietly and shifted awkwardly. Was she supposed to be reading? Was he just studying for some reason? Do people really do this to escape conversation? Hell, she would have never come up with that.

"Um… Sorry, what was your name again?" She’d guess something like “Jay", but she was sure that was wrong. “Since it’s a partner project today, we should know that at least. I’m Anita." She managed a smile.

[fiftynotes]

Things had been going pretty well -- there was no comment from the girl next to him, just a bit of awkward moving around in her seat. Maybe his plan had worked, and he wouldn't be forced into any conversation -- life was admittedly cruel, however.

As soon as a noise came out of the other's mouth, Jamie glanced upwards and shot her a tired look. "Does it really matter?" He rolled his eyes and sighed, only to freeze when she mentioned a partner project. 

That was today? Ugh. He had actually been planning to skip off of class that day, but apparently he had gotten his days mixed up. Jamie congratulated himself on a job well done.

"... I'm Jamie," he managed, figuring it was probably for the best if he at least tried to get along with the other for the duration of the class.

[fiftynotes]

Hey, are you Hamie?

Hey, are you stupid?

[fiftynotes]

open to multi

[playinghardball-blog]

Economics was a class Anita expected to be good at. She was good at cooking and math and science. She was very interested in running a business. Her father had run a business. She expected to do well. 

And she had. But it’s not like she didn’t find that class exceedingly boring for something she was so interested in. Today the teacher had the desk set up into pairs. Anita didn’t mind. This wasn’t unusual. Maybe she’d get to know someone in her class she hadn’t bothered to remember. (But honestly, she knew the faces of all the people in her classes.) Whatever.

Everything was as usual other than just that. Anita sat in her respective desk. The boy  in the other desk had purple hair and had an unhappy look. She pretended she didn’t notice, but only said “Hey" as she sat down.

[fiftynotes]

Jamie saw the blonde girl coming, and silently wished she was going to sit in the pair of desks ahead of him -- or behind him, or to the left of him, or-- Nope. She had made her way over to the desk next to his. He frowned -- a little bit more than he had been before -- and greeted the other with a nonchalant "...yeah."

Hoping the girl wasn't the chatty type, Jamie took out his textbook and opened it to a random page. He refused to take his eyes off of the book, hoping it would make him look busy or studious or something else that he wasn't. 

[muffysmuff-blog]

The floozy meets the Poncho.

[muffysmuff-blog]

“Humor me?-” His sarcastic tone… She smiled because it was funny but, she didn’t like it. Muffy continued her strut down the hallway, raising a hand to her chin, tapping lightly. “Really? And what we’re walking on wouldn’t happen to be a floor, would it? I’ve heard so much about them. So magnificent.” Her hand went back to place at her side after her silly question.

The blonde giggled, her grin glued in place on her perfect face. Her head stayed straight but her green eyes looked to the boy for a split second. She didn’t know where she was headed but she turned corners and walked like she owned and knew the place.

[fiftynotes]

"Yes, blondie. That's a floor." He nodded, sort of happy she was being sarcastic back. Better than dealing with someone who didn't understand when he was making a joke, kind of. It also gave the poncho-wearing boy an excuse to be slightly more sarcastic. 

"That's a locker," he pointed to the left swiftly, before bringing his finger back over slightly. "That's some moron in my English class; manages to get top grades by sucking up to the teacher -- Ms. Bramwell." They turned a corner, and he gestured to a classroom instead of something totally irrelevant and useless. "That's where some of the science lab classes take place, I think. Biology teacher brought us there once or something."

[hxadphonxs]

Vaughned hiked it over to the nearest window seat, settling down in a plastic chair and looking out at what was going outside. Considering the weather they’ve been having, this was a nice change. Light snow didn’t bother Vaughn at all, even though the ice on the ground didn’t give him a chance to ride often, and then driving was also a pain in the ass..

His nose wrinkled, maybe he was being too kind to the weather. Once you added it all up, it didn’t seem as great. 

Regardless, people were still buzzing down the streets and getting on with their normal lives just with bigger coats and clunky unstylish boots, like nothing ever changed, things were the same just a little bit colder. The thought of falling into a routine..Having things be the same every single day..That was scary, that thought alone made him want to change schools. 

His eyes drifted to Jamie who was up at the counter. Isn’t this what he’d have to get used to, though? Doing the same thing over? He’d always be with Jamie, maybe, would he ever get bored? Would they settle down and lead a boring life? Would they get comfortable and have nothing to talk about? No silence was ever totally not awkward. 

But then he turned and started to come towards him again, and just one look at those blue eyes made him realize he was alright with that. Running away from someone like Jamie would be the worst idea ever, he’d be a fool to do it.

His lips curved up into a smile and he took his coffee, looking over at the other once he slid in front of him. “That’s what mints and gum are for, darlin’.” His breath blew on the hot liquid, his hands were so much warmer and that warmth ran throughout his body. This was nice. 

His free hand reached across the table and grabbed Jamie’s. “Cold? Yer hands are like ice.” 

[fiftynotes]

"You're just going to mask it with the mints," he sighed, rolling his eyes. "It'll come back, probably."

In all seriousness, it probably wouldn't come back -- Jamie was just too stubborn to admit that Vaughn had the right idea when he, himself, had said something contradictory beforehand.

Stubborn as a mule -- and the rest of the damned farm.

"Are they?" Glancing at their hands intertwined on the table, he realized his did look a little discolored compared to Vaughn's. Jamie wondered if it was an excuse for Vaughn to hold his hand a little longer, and he smiled a little, eyes sweeping upwards to Vaughn's face to back to their hands. "I'm not cold, you're just... warmer."

The last time he had held hands with a boy, it was for something like an arm wrestle back in the sixth grade. It was amazing to think of how such a simple gesture -- like holding hands or kissing or smiling -- meant so much more depending on the company you keep and the circumstances behind it.

The difference between the freezing cold kisses they shared in the snow and the warm good-morning kisses they shared a few hours later was indescribable. Even the half-naked kisses from last night differed, even the wow-I-am-so-fucking-high ones; they all meant something different, and they all felt different, and it blew Jamie out of the water.

He knew it was probably bad form to compare his thoughts to arm wrestling some kid and hand-holding with his boyfriend, but he couldn't help it.

Things were different, and things kept getting even more so different. 

For the first time in a very long time, Jamie thought that change was a good thing.

[hxadphonxs]

Before he got out of the truck, he shoved his keys in his pocket and looked around for the pack of gum he had between the seats, Vaughn had a thing for constantly nawing on something. Though he preferred gum, if anything was put in his line of sight he’d probably chew it up. 

Once he found it he cracked out two pieces and put them in his mouth, throwing the half empty pack in Jamie’s lap and getting out of the truck to stretch his legs and the rest of his body.

The silver haired man grumbled when his boyfriend finally joined him, and he took his hand without hesitation. “About time..What were you doing? Checking yourself in the mirror…?” That wouldn’t be surprising for Jamie, even though it was only Starbucks.

“We need to hurry this up..” He put his free hand in his pocket and gripped his box of cigs. “I didn’t get a chance to smoke yet and..I really need one..” Probably shouldn’t have said that, now he was going to have to share.

He pushed the door open with his arm and looked around, it wasn’t that full. Just the way Vaughn liked it, either way he slipped his money in Jamie’s pocket. “Get me a black coffee….I hate talking to people, ‘specially girls.” He nodded to the girl behind the counter.  

[fiftynotes]

There was not a chance in hell that Jamie was going to take gum when he was going in somewhere to talk to people. That was an obnoxious habit he had thankfully never taken up, only chewing peppermint or spearmint gum when he was nervous or anxious. It seemed like Vaughn had taken the gum out of thin air, too, so an attempt to put the candy back where it belonged was near impossible. Jamie just laid it on the dashboard, checking his hair in the rear-view mirror before getting out of the truck.

"No..." He responded quickly, still surprised at how easy Vaughn could read him. Never before had he thought he was an open book until he met his boyfriend; it was clear he was easier to read than one of those picture books made for toddlers. "Why would you think that?" 

Then again, he probably just looked in the truck.

Understanding Vaughn's dilemma, he nodded. "Yeah, yeah, alright." Jamie was unsure if his mind was failing him, considering he vaguely remembered Vaughn saying he smoked occasionally. If the definition of occasionally to Vaughn was "man, I need a cig soon," he wondered what the definition of hooked was.

Chuckling a little at Vaughn's social anxiety and squeezing his hand before letting go and moving to place an order at the counter, Jamie ordered the beverages and paid with his own money. No way was Vaughn paying for a goddamned grande coffee, considering it was something like two bucks.

Thanking the barista when the drinks were ready, Jamie grabbed a straw and went back over to Vaughn, handing him his coffee. "Your breath is going to smell so bad after the coffee and the cigarette, mate," he shook his head softly, popping the straw into his own iced coffee.

[fiftynotes]

open to multi

Economics class.

The leftmost row, second seat from the back — a standard navy blue chair, equally boring white desk. Truly nothing great; not near the window, not near the vent, not near anything but its neighboring desks, a meter or so apart.

However, that particular desk may as well have had Jamie’s name written on it, considering he sat there everyday, every third period.

This third period was not like any other, apparently.

The teacher had rearranged their desks to form pairs.

There was no way this was going to be okay.

With a reluctant sigh, Jamie sat in the usual place he would sit in — the other chair next to him still empty. Maybe if he looked pissed off — not that he ever didn’t — no one would sit there.

Maybe.

[hxadphonxs]

Vaughn glared over at Jamie, giving him the most terrifying, angry glare he has ever given anyone. No one changed his station without his okay! …But, he was cute, he was really really cute, and…this music wasn’t so bad. 

Oh great, he was becoming weak emotionally and physically with this guy, pretty soon he’ll be nothing but a big..feely ball of mush. That was nothing short of terrifying. 

How could he not though? 

“Don’t like my music taste? I’m shocked.” Jamie looked at him with such love struck eyes, ever since the boyfriend thing..The lavender colored haired boy kept staring at him like he was the only person in the world. 

And Vaughn loved that, he loved that a lot, because he looked at the other the same way. People staring at them in the hall, smiling at them, kind of made him..even more happy. Happy that people approved and liked them together. 

He felt safe, like no one would come between them. He’d probably punch anyone who made a move on Jamie anyway, he’d have to get his name tattooed on Jamie’s arm or something…

His rustbucket turned into the Starbucks parking lot n with one swift movement he was backed into a spot and his truck was off. “I don’t lke this place already..Smells like twinks.” His nose wrinkled at the thought at the thought of a million Jamie’s stuffed into one place.

[fiftynotes]

If looks could kill, Jamie would have been dead a few seconds ago. He shot the cowboy a quick smile back, surprised he hadn't been kicked out onto the highway and ran over by a car in the passing lane.

"I'm sure you are," he replied back in the same tone Vaughn had drawled, grinning at him. Jamie was pleased, honestly -- this is was a pretty accurate test to ensure he'd be getting his own way in their relationship; even though he wanted Vaughn to have a say in whatever they did together, Jamie's own opinion would probably be the most important to the silver-haired cowboy.

Score one for Jamie.

His eyes flickered from Vaughn to the window, unsurprised at the lack of exciting sights. He'd been down this road a trillion times before, and he imagined he'd be down it another few. One of the few good things about this city was Starbucks -- and in a way, he supposed the school itself was a good thing, too.

"You forgot the teenage white girls and soccer moms." He retorted, rolling his eyes. Was he really that much of a twink? After thinking it over a little, there was a bit of a chance he was a twink, and he sighed. Why hadn't he picked up on this before?

[hxadphonxs]

Vaughn nodded, letting go of his hand and climbing into the drivers seat where he fit perfectly. He has been driving this so much and so long that his ass was printed into the seat. A perfect fit every time. It was amazing. 

Once Jamie got into the passengers seat, he started up the truck and purred along with its motor. It was kind of weird how attached guys got to their cars, especially if the car was a truck. He loved this old thing, and he could never understand why.

“Don’t look so scared, she doesn’t bite.” His lips curved into a bit of a smirk, he was going to be smug about this of course, it was only a truck! He was being so mean about it. 

His hand grabbed the others after he backed out and began to drive forward. “Got to make sure I don’t lose you.” He snorted at himself and how stupid that sounded. 

Oddly, he was in a really good mood. His thumb was circling Jamie’s hand and he was almost humming along to the radio, which was weird for him…Really weird. 

Nothing about how Jamie made him feel surprised him anymore, though.

[fiftynotes]

He followed suit reluctantly, buckling his seatbelt and debating killing himself when Carrie Underwood started playing from the speakers. Not a surprise that Vaughn was into country -- honestly, if anything but country had to play, Jamie would have died from cardiac arrest -- but it was still frankly... annoying.

"She--" he started, rolling his eyes at his pronoun usage. "It stings."

It actually wasn't so bad, although he'd be the last person in line to admit it. The exterior of the truck itself was a mess, though, and he'd stick firmly to the belief that he did not want to ride around in a dirty chev that his boyfriend liked for some reason he couldn't fathom.

"Cute snort." He rolled his eyes, the hint of a smile on his face when the other grabbed his hand. 

Vaughn was clingy, certainly, and Jamie was shocked, definitely. Perhaps he needed to stop judging a book by it's cover, but a glance at Vaughn would give you a ton of traits that sure as hell weren't "clingy" or "romantic." He couldn't say he minded that he was wrong, though.

With his free hand, he reached over and changed the station halfway through Jesus, Take The Wheel. Jazz came through the speakers, and he fumbled with the dial again, only to find a talk radio station.

Back to Billie Holiday.

He glanced over at Vaughn, wondering if he could stomach anything that wasn't Taylor Swift or Kenny Chesney. 

[hxadphonxs]

He nodded once, putting his books back on his unstable looking desk and standing up. “Yeah.” Vaughn felt around in his pockets for his keys, then noticed them on the key holder and slapped himself for not seeing them. He really was tired, wasn’t he? 

Before he went out the door he stole another kiss from his new boyfriend..Then another…And another, he thought he was becoming addicted to those lips of Jamie’s. He didn’t really mind, either. He tasted good.

“The hat looks really stupid on you.” He whispered before putting on his cowboy boots, which probably made him comment more of a compliment to the other. “You should try a more western look, like me. I like mighty fine.

He reached for his cowboy hat then stopped himself. “You’re gunna make fun of me if I wear this so..I’ll leave it for now.” His tanned hand grabbed Jamie’s pale one and he was quickly tugged out of the room.

Straight to his silver chevy, his mud stained chevy that he was so proud of owning. “What do think? She’s a real beauty.” 

[fiftynotes]

Great. Honestly, he was sort of excited to leave the school and the dorms, considering he hadn't in a few days. Vaughn was a huge bonus, too -- and holy fuck, he was going on a date with Vaughn.

This was definitely exciting.

Lost in thought, Vaughn's lips caught him by surprise, He'd be content if they stayed there all day, just being with each other, kissing, cuddling, whatever. That'd be nice.

"That's not even funny," he stared at Vaughn's boots and shook his head. "... You do look bloody fine, but I look better." He lied, subconsciously readjusting his hat.

"Good," he grinned a little, happy his plan of showing off Vaughn to everyone, ever, wasn't going to ruined by that silly hat. "You're hotter without it."

It was cold outside, but not too cold, and Jamie was thankful for that. He was sure whatever Vaughn drove had some sort of way to keep warm, anyw--

Oh, no, no, no.

This was so not okay.

He looked at Vaughn before looking back at the truck, the so-called beauty, before looking back over at Vaughn again. This was some sort of joke, right?

"... You're bloody serious, aren't you, lad?"

[hxadphonxs]

Vaughn decided now would be a good time to work on the homework he’s been procrastinating for weeks, maybe even a month or so now…Who knew? Not him. 

He sat down at his desk, taking out a black folder with his named scratched on it. He really hated math, any sort of math was bad math as far as he was concerned. “Welp…” He reached over and grabbed his mechanical pencil and sat back with book on his leg, filling in whatever he could focus on.

Which wasn’t a lot, he kept thinking about Jamie for some reason, that was weird for him. Usually he could focus on something without any problems, his thoughts were never gone astray because of a person before…

He was so cute, though…He’s been gone for 5 minutes already? Why did he miss him so much It wasn’t like he wasn’t coming back..This was horrible, he was so clingy. 

But those eyes…And that skin, and those lips…This was insane, he was insane. He was so cute! It was criminal! He was more than cute..He was adorable, stunning, handsome..

“Damnit…” He bit his bottom lip, tapping his pencil on the table. 

His thoughts were soon cut short by Jamie walking in, and not a moment too soon. 

And..He looked better than ever. You always think someone has to have some sort of flaw, right? Nope, not him. Jamie always looked good, literally. 

“You look amazing.” Another furiously blush. “Uh…I mean.”

[fiftynotes]

Jamie started to wonder if this guy ever stopped blushing -- did he have a skin condition? Whatever, it was weirdly endearing in a way Jamie was sure he'd never understand.

Then again, most things Vaughn did were weirdly endearing. Jamie wasn't sure if he wanted to understand why, either, considering it didn't really matter. He'd known Vaughn for maybe thirty-six hours, and that was probably stretching the truth. 

Yet, they were dating -- he had instigated it, even -- and he liked him.

If someone had to tell him this would have happened two days ago, he would have laughed until he cried. Vaughn probably felt similarly.

"Thanks, I know," he shrugged, not even sure if he was sarcastic or not. "You look pretty good, too." He sure wasn't kidding about that, because Vaughn looked really, really good. Good enough that Jamie was tempted to ask him to never remove those glasses again.

"So... You ready to go?" He inquired, more than ready to get his caffeine fix considering he had passed up on a nicotine one. 

[hxadphonxs]

Vaughn smiled just a little bit, walking over to him and bending over, giving him a kiss and staying close to him. “Yeah, you are. You look like you just fought a muddy pig.” His hand ran through his hair and his eyes stayed on his, now really angry ones. 

Wasn’t he just the cutest thing that ever did live? Yep, and he was also Vaughn’s. It brought him a lot of happiness to say that he had the most adorable boy on campus. He would make sure to always take a hold of Jamie’s hand, so no one got any ideas. 

He gave him a nod, he could go for a coffee..Or something to wake him up a little more than what he already was. “You can wear my clothes if you wa…” That was a really stupid question, there was no way Jamie was going to wear HIS clothes. “…Yeah, probably not huh? You can..Go to your dorm and get ready if you want.” 

He sat down next to his other half, leaning back on his hands and yawning. “But you have to promise you’ll come back..” He bit the inside of his cheek, was he sounding clingy? He should stop that.

“Not that…I care, or anything.” His head cocked to the side. “You can..Leave if you want…Whatever.” A blush fell over his cheeks. 

[fiftynotes]

"Fuck, do I really?" He grimaced a little before realizing that Vaughn actually probably knew what someone looked like after they fought with a muddy pig. His pissed-off look changed into a bit of a smile at the thought of Vaughn wrestling with a muddy pig, because holy shit, that was a hilarious thought.

"Not all of us are toned cowboys, Vaughn," he pictured himself in Vaughn's clothes, what may as well be blankets on his tinier frame. There wasn't much of a height difference between the two, but Vaughn was muscular and broad -- Jamie really... wasn't.

"I'll be back, okay?" He had known this was coming earlier, and he didn't mind that Vaughn was being a little clingy. It was a nice feeling to know that someone wanted you around. 

Trying to be quick, he put his boots on and reminded Vaughn that he was "only next door, anyway." No one else was around and he was rather happy for that, not really wanting to talk to someone. He grabbed a pair of black jeans (the amount he owned was sort of embarrassing) and a once-white shirt he had dip-dyed black & grey sometime over the summer, which he shimmied into in an amount of time he figured could beat world records.

Brushing his teeth and attempting to fix his hair at the same wasn't going too smooth, either, because his hair didn't want to cooperate with him today. Halfway through cleansing his face to hopefully look less sleepy, he realized there was no way he was going to leave the dorm without a hat.

A black snapback was placed on his head before he went out the door, only to realize he wasn't wearing shoes when he was halfway out into the hall. Brilliant. He haphazardly shoved some sneakers on before finally leaving and entering Vaughn's dorm, walking in and grabbing his jacket.

"I look slightly better, I think."

[muffysmuff-blog]

The floozy meets the Poncho.

[muffysmuff-blog]

Muffy had about enough of this guy already. “Okay fine, mister attitude,” she started, eyebrows furrowed and internally taking back her apology. “I suppose I’ll just leave you be. Next time remember the saying ‘treat others the way you’d like to be treated’ before talking to someone— If you approach them or they come to you.”

The blonde did a quick turn around on her toes and started walking in the opposite direction of the purple haired jerk. “Can’t believe this place… try to be nice and they just…. Hmph!” She was angrily mumbling to herself.

[fiftynotes]

Mister attitude was certainly an accurate -- accurate, surely, but a little stereotypically blonde -- insult for Jamie, he gave her props for that. Almost smirking at the comment, he caught himself just before he did. "Great," he raised an eyebrow, wondering if he could count how many times he had heard someone mention the golden rule to him.

... Then she started walking away.

Oh, no, no, no. No one did that -- actually, a lot of people did that -- but he wasn't letting her get away from it after giving him an earful. "Fine, I'll humor you," he caught up to her, wondering how she could even walk in those heels. "This is a hallway."

[hxadphonxs]

He was in such a good dream, a dream where he was surrounded by beautiful blonde cowgirls sitting on top of him and playing with his hair. This was something he didn’t ant to change, he could be here forever and not mind a bit.

Then he was jolted awake, sitting up suddenly in his now freezing cold bed. Looking down he realized he wasn’t wearing any clothes..Or, barely any clothes, which made him shiver. “Hey..” He spoke tiredly, rubbing his eyes and standing up.

With a crack of his back, Vaughn went to his drawer and took out a pair of black jeans and the sweater Julia had given him before he left, apparently he rarely dressed warm enough so a long sleeved gray…kind of tight, sweater would help? Not likely.

He just needed to get something on as quickly as possible, and these were the things that were on top.

He all but ignored Jamie and played out the rest of the next 20 minutes in a daze, it was his typical routine and it hasn’t changed for years.

Vaughn moved silently to the bathroom to wash his face and take out his contacts,brush his teeth, do all of the usual stuff he did when he woke up in the morning. His hand felt around for his glasses, which he placed on his face and blinked a couple of times. Vaughn was basically blind without them, contacts grew annoying after awhile.

Once that was done he walked out and stood, tilting his head at Jamie and snapping back into reality “..Oh..” He cleared his throat. “Did you want..Uh, somethin’ to eat? We can go some where..I guess. Is that what boyfriends do…? We are boyfriends right, I wasn’t dreaming or anything, was I?” 

A small smile appeared on his face, Jamie was really cute with his hair messed up and the still tired expression on his face. “What time is it…?”

[fiftynotes]

"Hi," he responded, searching the floor for his shirt. "Figured it was time to get up."

Jamie wondered if Vaughn had even really acknowledged him, because he just went to getting ready. If there was a word to describe how Jamie felt after sleeping in a strange bed with unbrushed teeth and no fresh change of clothes, it was gross.

There wasn't much to do without his phone or another person, and Jamie set to making up the bed he had messed up earlier. His shirt -- now a wrinkled mess --had been mixed up somewhere in the blankets. It wasn't like he had anything else to wear, and he put it on with a bit of a sigh.

Could he go back to his room without Vaughn thinking he was getting up and leaving for the rest of eternity? Probably not -- that kind of sucked. About to reach over for the discarded lighter and pack of cigarettes on Vaughn's nightstand, he stopped after realizing that Vaughn was probably the 'what's yours is ours, and what's mine is mine' type of person. Sitting on the other's bed again, he spent the next couple of minutes doing nothing but thinking.

He had a boyfriend, and that was going to take a while to get through to him.

A boyfriend who looked really good in glasses -- fuck, he didn't even realize he liked glasses until now. "If we're going somewhere, you're gonna have to give me ten minutes to get ready," he ran his hands through his hair, hoping to calm whatever crazy bedhead he was currently sporting. "I'm a mess."

"And yeah, we're boyfriends." That still sounded weird. "I think it's time for Starbucks, but I'm not quite sure."

... Did Vaughn even know what Starbucks was?

Seriously.

[muffysmuff-blog]

The floozy meets the Poncho.

Oh great, another grumpy one. “Don’t tell me, you don’t smile either?” Muffy rolled her eyes and folded her arms then gasped and frowned at him. “I’m sorry, sweetie.~ That was rude of me.”

She took a look at the man and grinned. “You don’t look very busy.” Her arms stayed folded. “You know, as the new girl in school I thought people would be excited and try to get to know me or something. That’s how it was at the other schools.”

[fiftynotes]

"Lucky guess." Jamie sort of pitied her, what she had said implied she met another person with a similar attitude to him. She must have had a really good first impression of the school. He shrugged off her apology, tapping his foot impatiently.

Jamie had been right, earlier, too -- there was no way he was just going to escape from her. "You've been meeting the wrong people," he sighed loudly, wondering what had compelled her to talk to him in the first place. He didn't even look approachable. 

[hxadphonxs]

Once his breathing steadied he realized that Jamie had fallen asleep, probably a good thing too..He had a pretty rough day, and that was putting it lightly. 

Looking down at him, Vaughn noticed how peaceful he looked when he slept. Something like a child, so innocent and out of tune. His eyebrows were rested, his breathing was relaxed. His sides rose up and down in a way that made Vaughn feel the same content the other was feeling. 

If anyone could see him right now, you wouldn’t think Jamie was the rude, blunt, and uncaring person he actually was on the outside. There was no way you could pin such harsh words on him anymore.

The silver haired boy stared for awhile, noticing the little twitches he’d do from time to time, small groans, shifting around and cuddling himself more into his chest. 

Feeling him closer and pressed against him made him warmer, sleepier..His eyes were growing heavy and a yawn escaped his lips. Pretty soon he was sleeping like a log, for goddess knows how long. 

[fiftynotes]

// time skip

Jamie woke up hours later, unsure of the time. It was still bright outside, which was a good thing, but it didn't look like it would be for much longer. Holy shit, how long had he slept for?

His leg was slung over something that might be a bunch of blankets piled on top of each other, or a gigantic teddy bear -- something that was so not supposed to be in his bed. Honestly, he had no idea what it could be.

It wasn't until he instinctively reached for his phone on his bedside table that he realized he wasn't at his dorm. 

He was at Vaughn's.

Memories of last night -- and yesterday, too -- came back, and he realized the object his leg was rested on was his now boyfriend. They had been cuddled together when they fell asleep, and somehow they had ended up in this position. 

How? Jamie didn't know, but it didn't surprise him in the slightest.

Smirking a little because he was such an awful person to sleep with, he slowly removed his leg from the other, trying not to wake him. There was no way he was standing around in his underwear when Vaughn got up, pulling on his jeans from yesterday in a tired pace.

He glanced at the other, studying his features as he slept. It felt... a little creepy (really creepy, in fact), but he couldn't help to admire him. Vaughn looked so relaxed when he slept, and it was sort of weird to see him like it. 

However, he wasn't going to stand around looking at him for the next century, and quietly reached down to quickly pull the blankets off of the other. "Wake up, cowboy," he said, flicking the blankets to the floor.

Romantic.