#convo jasper

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Boys in books are better

After the disaster that was the winter potluck staying home from this event hadn’t been a difficult choice to make. Jasper wasn’t going either, so Michael had asked him to come over, Now they were both in the living room, Michael curled up in the corner of one couch with a worn out paperback. From his position her could casually glance over at his friend, and smile seeing the other boy read. 

Hey Jasper, can I tell you something? he didn’t say. He wanted to, but the words got stuck in his chest, refusing to come out, so he looked back at his book instead. After a few seconds he said something completely different, “do you want some snacks?” 

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“Hey, Jasper?” Michael looked up at his friend, somewhat hesitant. They were sitting in his living room, just hanging out. Jasper was there to pick up his costume, and Michael had stepped out of his comfort zone and asked if he wanted to stay for a while. “I’m sorry I didn’t wish you happy birthday the other day. I heard you mutter about it and I got the impression that you didn’t want to make it a thing, but I keep thinking that I should have said it. So, uh... happy late birthday.”

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“Hi,” Michael said, with the usual uncertain tone to his voice. He was holding on to his book bag as if it was his lifeline, and looking around the room, unsure about where to rest his eyes. 

“I- uh I’ve actually kind of been hoping to run into you again. I have something I want you to have, I mean I got something for you.” 

He stuck his hand in his bag and pulled out a small black paperback book, and held it out to the other boy.

“It’s a small collection of W. B. Yeats poems. I’m not sure if poetry is your thing, but you said you wanted to get into the classics, and I came over this in a book store. I read it myself already. I figured, if you want to that is, that when you’ve read it, or just some of the poems, we could talk about it. The one titled 1913 is pretty good.”