The Dude abides

Call me Slater. Here's the thing I realized about life, it goes on. Even when it knows you're just going to keep screwing up.

[hoecuspocvs]

Cara truly believed that leaving Brighton was one of if no the best decision she had made, for herself, for her pride and namely for her career. When she was offered a well paying job miles away from her torturous past, she all but leaped on the chance, packing her bags without a moments notice and only calling a few close friends and her twin before parting ways. Boarding the plane and moving to Toronto made her feel light and refreshed like a new era was on the horizon and it was finally her time to be happy. Of course, this included her very therapeutic departure from her parents, which obviously consisted of her not mentioning that she was moving until one day her mother called her. Pippa Clark did not seem phased, something Cara was expecting, so it never crossed her mind that her parents would reach out to her again.

That is, until the phone rang. Cara had spent the last half hour staring at that phone, dried tears still clinging at her cheeks, the salty remains only reminding her of the phone call. Anger, that was what she attributed the heated tears to but somewhere deep down inside her she knew it was also longing for a caring father she never had that brought the tears to surface. How dare he call her? To have a chat perhaps? It was ghastly. And of course they ended up in an argument over the same thing. What did he expect? His alleged intentions were to mend his errors and bring his family back to its former glory. Former being the key word. Was there even glory in their twisted family? For as long as she could remember, the only true family she had was Leo and that was because he actually cared for her, so who was her father to blatantly ask for something that he never had in the first place?

Naturally, Cara was upset. The news of a dear actors death paired with her fathers untimely call had her in quite a pissy mood. She couldn’t reign her emotions in and it seemed like she would either explode and get very angry or just cry. When she heard Slater come in, the young brunette threw her phone far off onto the couch and walked out, a tight smile taking over her lips. “Hey. You baked.” Stating the obvious with an arched brow, Cara followed the older boy with her hazel eyes, tilting her head to the side as he got closer. “I’m fine, why do you ask?” There was an obvious edge to her voice and it was slightly deeper due to the hours spent crying but she tried to keep it all in for both their sakes.

[slatergatorcarson]

Admittedly, Slater spent most of his time analyzing people when he interacted with them. He was clueless when it came to interaction, either spilling his guts out in a single conversation about one topic or mumbling nonsense after nonsense on twenty one different topics. He memorized facts, useless ones that eventually weren't so useless, mannerisms, homes. Every aspect of a person was capable of describing the kind of world they came from, and he liked knowing that beforehand. 

So knowing Cara in the time spent with her he knew a few things. He knew she was interested in him for some reason, lived in Brighton before she came to Toronto. She had a distaste towards love, babysat little kids of her co-workers, and could draw like hell. Her father and her's relationship was sketchy, and she liked books and had good taste in movies. Slater managed to keep every ounce of Cara's life in a storage space in the back of his mind. 

Another thing he'd noticed though was that she was strong. He'd seen the flirtatious girl who walked around him easily convincing Slater that Cara was probably part vixen or siren or something by how well she'd enchanted him. He knew she was probably capable of enhancing anyone for that matter, she was just that great. So seeing her in front of him somehow with a voice deeper and on edge, and eyes somewhat watery. Slater sense something was wrong.

The amount of hatred he had for people could fill oceans, but the amount of sympathy he felt could fill maybe a lake. And Slater was worried about the British girl he'd gotten so close to so fast. A need o help her was strong; he'd already helped her once anyways. Who knew, maybe he could help her again. 

"You don't seem fine, actually you seem anything but okay." Slater muttered, deciding to not ramble about the various things he was noticing. "Do you uh, do you want to talk about it or something?"

[kirayuimuras]

only know you love her when you let her go

[slatergatorcarson]

His father called to tell him the news about the passing. It'd felt so serious somehow to listen to his father speak about death and it was obvious the man was a bit more shaken up about it than he usually was about news. It was a weird situation where they were, and Slater struggled to consider the fact that in no time at all he and his father's relationship was nonexistent, that only when he was near death did they come back to one another. It was ridiculous though to get mad at his father for the past anyways, and Slater refused to lose a father when he'd already lost a mother. 

He reacted to the news with no response as usual, but with his father all speaking was on the phone. So seeing Cara saddened by the news Slater forced himself to figure a way to be empathetic towards her. A pat on the shoulder maybe, or even a few words of wisdom from his great mind. There was something saddening about seeing her upset over something, and Slater felt the need to help her for some reason, he wasn't sure. He had to.

And it worked apparently, somehow. At least she said so, and there was he,walking to her door, a plate of baked goods in his hands. He wasn't even sure why he cooked, assuming she had an impression that he'd poison every thing he touched. But Slater still thought it'd help somehow, hopefully. Knocking on the door Slater opened it shortly as he walked in and looked for Cara. "The best thing to have ever existed in your life has come." He greeted with a small smile placing the food down. "You alright?"

[productsans]

[hoecuspocvs]

Much like Slater, Cara had made her own mistakes in the past when it came to matters of the heart. To many times before she was attracted to the wrong kind of man. Her defenses were torn down time and time again by men like Sebastian, men that took joy in playing with her feelings and leaving her to mend a broken heart without a care in the world. She’d seen them all, the cheater, the drunk, the screw and bump, the its not you it’s me and the every classic I think we should just stay friends. Her past relationships were reckless, heartbreaking and tiring to say the least, enough to make any girl question the entire institution of dating. For someone that was so used to being cast to the side and underappreciated, Cara thought it would always boil down to a certain moment in time when someone inevitable left her. Her lack of love from anyone but her brother and close friends really shaped the way she saw any sort of relationship. Real true love was best left for books and movies, where happy ever after’s actually exist and the prince doesn’t cheat on the princess with woman named Charlotte.

Of course, even though the young brunette was stubborn, life had its way of proving humans wrong. It was so simple, letting herself succumb to the gentle pleasure Slater’s touch provided. The way her eyes lit up when he challenged her with one of his witty come backs. How she was eager to prove to him that she was not some stupid girl, that she had opinions about literature, movies, music, the world. The way she sought out for him and his interesting conversation topics even though she didn’t realize she wanted to talk about anything. How she’d compare the men she was speaking to, to his standards, to see if they could even measure up to his level. It was all so easy to like Slater and she knew it would be even easier to slowly fall in love with him the way novels and movies described. But that also meant it would be easy for him to end up just like the rest. Using her and dropping her for dead, no longer caring about their bond whatsoever, if they even had one. It was for that reason that she had shut herself away from any kind of love attachment and resisting someone had become so easy, like a reflex for her. She’d perfected an art form consisting of flirtation and senseless sex, pure fun.

If it were anyone else, if it was her usual modus operandi, Cara would already be running for the hills. Her methods of choice were usually ignoring calls, being especially bitchy, refusing to speak to the person that was apparently worming his way into her heart but she couldn’t bring herself to do that with Slater, and she was pretty sure it was because she was having fun with him, nothing more. Because it was easy to be nice and laugh and make jokes and criticize strangers by his side so there was no point in ending the fun so soon. Maybe. Yeah, that’s definitely why she wasn’t escaping him this time.

“I think the magician excuse would be far more interesting for a child but then you’d be forced to practice magic now wouldn’t you? Children are fairly curious little things.” Even though his smirk was still present, she could sense his distance in the way he avoided her eyes and shit did that hurt. She brushed it off of course but who knew his indifference was so ice cold to her? “At least she doesn’t know what hickeys are because I’m quite sure you left a trace right along here…” Her slender fingers touched her neck, sitting the sensitive spots that were surely growing red and purple due to his lips.

Cara rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue when he said he wasn’t great with manners, sighing softly. This was his way of backing off and not getting involved, she knew it. It was so evident that they were both resisting the pull they had on each other but she did not want to let him go not yet, not so soon and not when she was feeling like she needed to push him up against a wall and get what she wanted. She crossed her arms and dared to look up at him again, his face contorted in the cutest way as he tried to decide, coaxing a small smile onto her lips. Fuck, she was gone. “If you think the movie is gruesome you should read the book.” Biting her lip and closing her eyes, Cara took in what had just happened in two seconds. Her cheeks were tinted pink and the young girl nodded, walking towards the bedroom where Sophia was resting. Slater just kissed her forehead in a sweet way and she genuinely believed she was going to have a heart attack. “Soph?” Cara stepped into the dark room, the familiar sound of ruffling bed sheets alerting her that Sophia was indeed getting up for her nap. “Morning sleepy head.” She scooped her up into her arms and walked back out to the living room, looking at Slater now that she had a safe distraction literally in her arms. “She’s up. Drowsy still, but up.”

[slatergatorcarson]

They were two broken people. She was a hurricane and he was an earthquake, and unlike most of the books he was sure Cara had read or the movies he'd watched, it wasn't like they were going to somehow magically fix each other. Things weren't always that easy, with a person being the reason why life was easier to live. They were walking train wrecks that would eventually become one giant natural disaster if they were together. He could see already, the aftermath of a possible relationship between them just breaking them apart further. He would spend days drinking until he saw the bottom of a bottle turned to twenty, and she would deal with things her way. He'd leave another place, another job another group of people he got to know. And Slater couldn't stand that thought. 

He couldn't stand the idea of leaving Cara either. She'd become his friend somewhat, he knew that. Even if they weren't close emotionally, he knew he at least found someone who agreed with him on things and seemed to like his company and vice versa. It'd been awhile since he had someone to joke around and hang out with besides his father or the random strangers Mr. Carson had made him hung out with in California. And knowing that was in jeopardy should have been and was enough to snap Slater out of whatever it was was the weird feeling. 

She was getting to him, and Slater knew it. If she wasn't going to be his lover, she would be his friend. If he didn't love her romantically, he knew he was caring about her somewhat. Everything about Cara seemed to have importance to him, from her past to her future to the details about herself. He was getting attached all over again. All of what was happening lead his mind immediately back to Amber when he was around her, the smell of the strawberry blonde who he'd fallen for so quickly and left in the same fashion. Too much was happening too fast and jumbling in his head. So many things were factoring in to why he couldn't feel anything for Cara or anyone for that matter, but Slater wasn't sure why something that felt so wrong also felt so alright. 

"Then I tell according to The Alliance of Magicians that I cannot show her any more tricks or else." He stopped to think what the or else would be, but Slater decided to just let it be. It was weird how childish he could be around Cara and see her not bothered about it. He liked that though. He kept his eyes away from her, the action being more difficult than he assumed. She was like a painting he couldn't keep his eyes off of, and Slater hated himself each time he couldn't resist to look. "I'm sure she knows what bruises are though, so how are you going to explain those things?" He mumbled, gesturing to the marks. "Sorry about that, by the way."

Slater was trying everything to convince himself to not get close to Cara. It was better this way anyways. She didn't like relationships and neither did he, and it would feel like lying if somehow they found themselves in the same thing they agreed they hated. It was their mutual agreement in hating long-term relationships that brought them together, and dating would make them as bad as the couples he made fun of in horrible rom-com movies. "I don't read, remember?" Slater replied as he folded his arms then smirking at Cara. He noticed her face grow red during their conversation and felt the need to look away. There was no way. This was getting more difficult by the second. 

He watched as she picked up a still sleepy Sophia the younger girl cradled in her arms as Slater followed them both. He was surprised he'd stayed that long, and was going to stay longer to hang out with Cara. It was going against every right mind in him to stay, and yet Slater couldn't convince himself to go. "How was the nap Sophia? Have nice dreams?" He smiled at the girl, moving close to pat her head still avoiding Cara's eyes. If they were going to hang out later, he was going to have to confront her at some point. Just not then, for now. "I guess your babysitter doesn't suck that much."

[hoecuspocvs]

May I ask for a favor then? Dispose of my lifeless body accordingly?

Yes something like that, but I promise I won’t take advantage of you whilst you’re in that state. Or dead. Which brings us back to the initial statement of this argument. Am I the your person of choice to bother around here because that would be quite the compliment. At least it was a good movie. Puberty makes girls scream louder so yeah I can see why. Oh he is? This is news I am very glad to hear, where does this boy live I believe I need to pay him a visit. I would be in the circle of women that sleep with guys that look that good and can make me laugh. And smirk like that cheeky little bastard. Well if you do ever get the chance, which I doubt because he wouldn’t care enough to come looking for me, I’d be there to tend to your wounds after you kick his ass. All right, seeing as we’re friends I suppose I’ll be corny just this one time. You’re annoyingly sarcastic but then again I can be too. You say things without caring if they’re what I want to hear and it’s genuine. You’re nice even if you think you’re not and you don’t have that pity look when we talk about my dad. And you listen to details that seem otherwise irrelevant. I like that. No pay necessary, it’s not a hassle. I’m saying I’m not a terrible one but I wouldn’t try my luck as an artist.

[slatergatorcarson]

I was going to dismember it and use it as Halloween decor, however how would you like me to dispose of it? 

I guess I can trust you, but make sure to minimize any bruising I get if you have to drag me back to my apartment or something.  I'm not sure if it'll matter much when you're dead. What's gotten you so scared about death anyways? It's inevitable. Yeah, but mostly because you make out with me and give me pizza though. And also because you're interesting I guess. It was a decent movie, mostly great because of the leading girl. I wish girls screamed when I hit puberty, so you're wrong about that. I'd assume Los Angeles, but you have to bring me along since I want to sleep with him too and I can show you all the great California hot spots. We could also have a threesome. I guess that works too, would I be part of that circle of guys? Thanks. But I can handle myself. You really hate your dad, don't you? Does your mom know what he did?

... Oh. Right. That was pretty corny. Uh well I can at least pay you in my company. Alright then, I'll probably sing with you anyways assuming I spend at least one night a month belting out to the Tangled soundtrack.

[hoecuspocvs]

You’re welcome to try but I see no use for my soul, it’s not that valuable either.

Okay, I’ll do so promptly. But I won’t resort to violence I’ll just give you some laced pill or something. Complete loneliness terrifies me, that’s what I meant. Partial loneliness, doesn’t so much. Sometimes being alone is better than being surrounded by the wrong people. That is dedication, truly. I wouldn’t go alone unless I was positive teenage girls weren’t around, they’d scream each time Ansel was on the screen. That is completely understandable although slightly pedophilic. Then again I can’t really say anything because Augustus is literally my wet dream and I feel weird about that because I’m twenty one and he looks like a baby compared to me. I mean physically harmed. You’re going up against a forty something year old cardiologist that goes to the gym every morning before work. I don’t know how to explain it either and if I tried it would sound corny and that’s just unacceptable because I don’t like you that much. You’re just tolerable. It’s alright, it’s all in a days work. You won’t need them and alright, meet me at mine later.

[slatergatorcarson]

Well I was going to eat it.

Like a roofie? That's kind of weird, but I guess it'd do the trick. Complete loneliness isn't possible as long as you're not trapped in a vault or something. People are always around us and all that. I don't like complete loneliness that much either. I need people to bother. I need money for food and DVDs, so I guess I had to be dedicated. They did, seriously. I'm pretty sure the people next door thought we were watching a horror movie. Well Ansel's 20, so not too much of an age gap. I'm assuming you're in the circle of girls who would sleep with one legged guys though. I'd still try. I'm kind of like the Hulk when I get angry, and what he makes me mad. But you seem to be okay with dealing with me, and as your friend you should tell me this corny thing because I like corny things as much as I like corn things. Thanks, I think I'm tolerable too. Should I pay you then? Assuming you have to deal with my dickiness. Are you saying you're a good singer then? Okay.

[hoecuspocvs]

I have nothing valuable so just shut up and hug me.

I will successfully break in and get completely wasted without you knowing of course. Don’t take this the wrong way but, for someone that has been so alone for so long, the idea of permanent loneliness doesn’t really sound appealing. Oh lord, you made the mistake of going alone? Why would you do that to yourself? How heroic. But, I can’t ask you to do that nor do I want you to, I have this soft spot for seeing the people I know get harmed by my parents. Oh it’s definitely because you’re such an asshole I feel the need to make up for it somehow. Or it could be because I feel like you understand me somehow. Don’t repeat that ever again though. Okay, Good Morning Vietnam it is, you have to put up with my singing so it’s the least I can do.

[slatergatorcarson]

I'll just steal your soul. That's fine with me. But now you've told me, I'll know, so knock me out a few times so I'll forget and never mention to me this conversation. It's fine. It makes sense. Humans don't usually enjoy the idea of loneliness in general, which makes their decisions for commitment to be hasty. It's human nature. I had to for the job, surprisingly the movie wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I do want to bang Isaac though, which is probably weird to say since he is a teenager and I'm a 22 year old, but you get what I mean. I want to do it, no need for asking. What do you mean get harmed? I'm sure I could take him, at least try to. Understand you, right. Thanks for trying to make up for my dick-ness though, the world will repay you in karma. I'm bringing ear plugs, but okay, sounds like a plan. 

[hoecuspocvs]

Coming down from the high, Cara could think rationally once more. How ever clouded her judgement was when his hands glid sensually down her bare skin, it was all put on the side burner when her striking logic came back, screaming at her to get away from the man and his intoxicating fingers and entrancing stare. She needed to back away, to breathe, to collect herself and shed any sliver of hope of anything sentimental that existed in her soul. Those times were behind her, they had to be for her own survival. 

But then she heard his laugh, however forced it might have been. Even when he did’t mean to, his expressions and involuntary reactions affected her body. A soft shiver rolled down her spine as she watched him, her teeth grasping her bottom lip. Slater Carson would be the death of her. An internal battle was taking place, passion fighting against self preservation and it was unclear still who exactly was winning. Her smile mirrored his, a soft expression looming over her gentle features. She longed for a life where neither of them were broken, where love was possible and she could actually see herself happy to give into her vices, but there was no such thing and she refused to be weak once more.

One thing that she could count on with Slater was that her mood never stayed painfully pessimistic for long. His soft laugh coaxed one out of her, her playful persona peeking out of it’s hiding place once more with her brows rising. “Oh and what would you say huh? Don’t worry Soph, Cara just lost her shirt magically while she was taking a nap just like you?”

Picking her hair up into a messy bun, Cara stood beside Slater, swiftly pulling on the shirt before looking at him. Sure, the sudden feeling of his lips on hers was a shock but she would happily repeat it endlessly. Her eyes were on the floor as she nodded, hearing his footsteps as he walked away from her. She groaned gently, aware that what she was about to do was risky, but she was compelled to bring him back in some way just to feel him close to her again. 

"Wait!" She whisper yelled to the brunette as she ran out of her room, her bare feet hitting the floor with a dull thud. Her smirk grew as she took in his questioning face, taking it as an advantage for her to pull him closer and kiss him senseless if only one more time. "We’re not done here. It’s impolite to leave a woman hot and bothered Slater the Sloth. I’m taking Sophia back to her mother soon and after I was alone I thought I might have a Truman Capote marathon. It seems to me like your intellectual criticism of the films would be necessary, don’t you agree?" Her tongue traced her bottom lip as she looked back at him, hoping he wouldn’t completely reject the offer.

[slatergatorcarson]

He was a runner, not literally of course, but Slater had found a way to run from everything in his life. With just a plane ticket and some money to his name he'd managed to situate himself into a variety of places he told himself he'd one day call home and find a new life for himself. But same thing always happened wherever he went, and it was this. He'd met someone and grew attached. The very word made his insides crumble but it always happened. It happened with Layla in New York and Amber in New Hampshire, it happened with his mothers in California. He was the kind of person who didn't care about anything, but when he found something to care about, or someone for that matter, that person had the ability to hurt him more than anything else in the universe. 

If Cara had that power, he was scared of her. He was scared of finding himself getting attached to her, finding himself missing her, longing for her, needing her. It'd happened so many times, and the outcome was always the same. It didn't take fifty therapists to let him know that whoever it was that entered his life would leave, and he couldn't stand that thought. He couldn't stand knowing he'd be like his father, allowing himself to go person after person until the number of significant others and flings he had went up to triple digits and he was still hopeful in finding someone who was different from the rest. He couldn't stand knowing one day he'd look in the mirror with the same bottle of wine his father drank at night knowing nothing could be able to be stable with him. Cara was going to be like everyone else, and he was going to swallow down that fact. 

But he couldn't deny he was happier around her. His mood lifted when Slater was around the girl. He was smiling more, joking more, and his overall being radiated more than it darkened. It was a weird feeling, that's the only way he could describe it. It was weird, she was interesting, all of this was odd. He felt like a preschooler describing the colors around them, these feelings weren't as simple as he was saying they were, but he refused to go deeper into them.

"How about I tell her the air conditioning broke, and it got really hot so you had to take your shirt off?" He suggested. "Or I'm a magician and I was going to magically get another shirt for you." Slater smirked one more time. His eyes maintained their distance away from Cara, not allowing him to be pulled with her smile or her voice. If he could manage to resist her then, he could manage to resit her in the long run. Right? 

But she called him over to stop, and he did. That was a plan Slater already knew was going to fail. Who was he kidding. He turned around before feeling her kiss him one more time, and he kissed her back like instinct. "I unfortunately don't do well in the manners department." Slater shrugged trying to speak as calmly as possible. He ran a hand through his hair. She was hot and bothered. She was inviting him over on the same day. Shit. Shit shit shit. He knew it would be stupid to agree, and Slater had to think about it. Truman Capote movies with a girl who wanted only to make out with him. It wasn't like she was asking for his dowry. It would be stupid for him to reject her, at least, Slater wanted to believe so. "Fine, but only because In Cold Blood has one of the most disturbing execution scenes according to screenjunkies dot com." He refused to say his other reasons, and instead leaned forward to kiss Cara's forehead with his face warm as soon as he did it. "Uh, let's go check on Sophia, yeah." 

[hoecuspocvs]

Are you sure you won’t randomly combust if you hug me?

I wouldn’t want that now would I? Even though I wouldn’t mind a drink though. Oh no please let’s not get into the mortality discussion, I always get depressed when that is the main subject. That is true. To quote the highly famed best seller, some infinities are smaller than other infinities. Time is deadly relevant which is great and horrible at the same thing. No, thank you but you shouldn’t have to deal with my excuse of a father, I can do that. With you I don’t have to be nice, so no. I’m not. But I am nicer to you for some reason. Maybe because you’re not ignorantly optimistic like everyone else and I actually tolerate you. Is this your way of telling me you’re going to watch a Disney classic with me? Because I would definitely include Dead Poets Society for you.

[slatergatorcarson]

I might steal your wallet, but that's about it.

Lucky for you, my apartment is always filled with alcohol if you want to stop by and take some. Just make sure I'm not home and never know about it. Why is that? It's just mortality. Right, also from the movie adaption I was forced to endure alone in a room with fifty sobbing teenagers. I want to deal with your excuse of a father because he's an asshole. Optimism is stupid anyways, I'm all about being realistic. Why do you think you're nicer to me somehow? Is it because my boyishly adorable sloth-like good looks? I wasn't saying that, but I guess yeah. I prefer Good Morning Vietnam though.

[withthetruck]

"I was never really that huge of a movie person, but I met a few guys who were back in my University, and they kind of brainwashed me into loving them. I had the unfortunate problem of not being able to sit still for more than ten minutes - I grew out of that, luckily." Christopher followed Slater around the apartment, finding his surroundings completely comfortable. "You don’t have to kidnap me, you know. I’ll happily stick around any place that gives me movies in return for letting me cook." 

[slatergatorcarson]

Slater raised an eyebrow at him, placing the DVD into the player. He was thankful to have found this one on sale, it would have been embarrassing to pull to something from his 'illegally downloaded' pile at the moment. "Were they attractive?" He questioned laughing a bit. He liked the fact Christopher hadn't responded to his comment rudely, and realized he was in good company. "But I kind of want to kidnap you, for the sake of kidnapping you. I guess we'd have a nice arrangement though if I ever did." Slater grinned at Christopher as he turned around and paused the movie. "Did you need help with the cooking by the way? I mean, I might poison something or add in sour gummy worms in the mix but I'd be happy to learn."

[hoecuspocvs]

Okay. I’ll listen to you only because you’re smart and thinking rationally while I am in an emotional mindset.

I wasn’t planning on stopping my life by any means, it’s just.. it’s different. Someone’s suddenly there and then.. gone. I’m sorry for your loss by the way. I would trade my father’s life for your mothers any day. I suppose that is right.. In your own way you actually made me feel better. But I think I will watch Aladdin, it might brighten up my mood.

[slatergatorcarson]

Do you need uh, a hug or something? I know. But that's how I feel about mourning, you end up like Tom Hansen and pity drinking yourself for days if you're not careful. Yeah, it's a weird concept. Imagining that one day it could happen to yourself is scary too. But all things end eventually, even the good things. It's fine. She wanted to leave, and chose to. I'd be an ass to stop her. Thanks anyways I'd personally beat your father's ass if he came here. Are you just saying that to be nice? Okay, but put in Good Morning Vietnam or Dead Poets Society for me.

[hoecuspocvs]

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[slatergatorcarson]

He was stunned about his own response. He'd just offered that they meet again, him being the one instigating it this, not Cara. She wouldn't be the one showing up at his doorstep with a plate of cookies or waiting outside with a campsite for him to welcome her into his home. He was the one who suggested it and wanted it. This girl was messing with his mind and he was too confused with himself and the rest of the universe to figure what was happening. 

"Right," Slater laughed, although it came out a bit forced. However he still managed to smile afterwards in hopes of covering up whatever it was he was thinking. This was just for the sake of lust, he kept reminding himself, nothing more. He forced his thoughts to be drowned by the way Cara's voice was playful, not excited, her hands at his jeans. This was just a fun thing. And it was always going to be this way.

It was odd thinking of a time when his lips weren't close to hers, and Slater no undoubtedly knew it'd be difficult to stop himself from kissing her in that room, in the hallway of the apartment, or even random times when he'd catch Cara around Toronto. It strained him to move himself away, and Slater simply nodded his head to Cara's words, a smirk across his lips as usual. "I'm sure we'd figure a way to explain it to her." 

Getting up slowly, Slater picked up his shirt and tossed it on before giving Cara hers. He hadn't even realized how fast time passed when they were making out, and somehow the 'time flies when you're having fun' saying had meaning. That was definitely a fun experience, no doubt about it. "I'm guess we should go check on her," Slater whispered as he moved forward and gave Cara a hesitant peck. He was questioning why something that wasn't okay felt okay, "uh, I'll go now." Slater mumbled, avoiding Cara's eyes as he got up.

[withthetruck]

"Thanks," Christopher said, passing through the door that Slater held open. He glanced around his apartment, entertained by how the layout looked so similar to that of his own apartment, but that at the same time, it was decorated and lived-in so differently. "My area of expertise circles somewhere around the realm of lunch foods. I do a lot of gourmet soups and sandwiches and salads and stuff. Soup is my favorite, I love making soup. But I’ve been trained in all areas - including baking. I can bake a mean apple pie, let me tell you that." Christopher closed the door behind Slater, and pulled his jacket off. "You know, I’ve seen Les Diaboliques a few times, but I don’t think I’ve seen Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex But Were too Afraid to Ask in like, a long time. Let’s start with that."

[slatergatorcarson]

He closed the door behind them, seeing Christopher look around his apartment. From what Slater knew, most of the apartments looked the same assuming they all came fully furnished, just minor things set all of them apart, which was interesting. "I might just have to hire you as my new personal chef. Although I'd pay you in movie nights mostly, and the occasional paycheck." Slater nodded his head as he walked over to his collection, picking up the Woody Allen movie before turning the television on. "I don't think I've met someone who's watched Les Diaboliques more than once, are you a movie person Christopher? Because then I might have to kidnap you and lock you in my closet." 

[hoecuspocvs]

He was. It still feels too odd to say was. 

So you mourn by being your usual sarcastic pricky self? Understandable. I have to admit what stepmom number two said was slightly correct. The concept of death is just not one I feel comfortable with. After all, death is a concept to the living, for those that attend funerals and feel the pain of loss. Death is not for the dead.

[slatergatorcarson]

Well, you could say is. He still is pretty cool, even if he's not here. No point in stopping your own life, especially with something common like death. Stepmom one actually, thankfully I never had another stepmother after her. But she said it when she figured my mom died, and promised that if she had a hard time on Earth that whatever universe she was on now she was happier in. I guess the same could be said for Robin Williams, which is something nice to think about, right? Yeah, I guess you're right. Maybe watching Aladdin might make you feel better.

[withthetruck]

"Nothing sounds better than French movies and Woody Allen. You’ve just described to me a wonderful movie watching experience." Christopher trailed behind him, heading into the now familiar apartment building - he was growing rather fond of it, really. "I’ve never heard of a unicorn steak, actually. Is that really a thing? My area of expertise lies a little outside the cooking of steaks. I know how to cook them, but it’s not my usual."

[slatergatorcarson]

He hummed in satisfaction at Christopher's response. It was great knowing the guy was probably above average in cooking, but the fact he was both good-looking and had a good taste in films was another plus side to getting know him better. Slater traveled around the building to find his door, "Yeah, as both an album from a Canadian band in 2007 and a delicacy. Where does your level of expertise lie then?" Seeing they were there, he opened the door for them both. "I think the the good part about having a roommate is that the house usually has to be clean, by now you wouldn't be able to see the floor if I was living alone. Anyways, welcome. Do you prefer starting with Les Diaboliques or Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex But Were Too Afraid to Ask? " 

[thedoctr]