I can see his soul dancing.

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Complete Stop || Nick & Jasper

He didn’t know why he’d let Nick talk him into this. He’d tried to explain to him, he didn’t need a car. He didn’t need to know how to drive. Nick drove him home from school most days, picked him up on the weekends if they wanted to go somewhere, his mom covered the rest. He was fine. But nooooooo, here they were on a Saturday morning in an abandoned parking lot, Jasper adjusting the rearview mirror of Nick’s junker as if it might break off in his hand.

“I really don’t think this is a good idea,” he explained again. “We’re really not at the ‘share humiliating experiences’ level of our friendship yet.” Never mind that that was how they had become friends in the first place. “Honestly, it’s very sweet of you to try to teach me to drive but it’s just not necessary. I can just get a cab until I can afford my own private chauffeur.” He was only sort of joking. “And, I mean, look at this car. I go up on the curb and this thing could crumble around us. I would hate to responsible for ruining your sole means of transportation. You live way too far away to walk to school. You’d have to, like, rollerblade or something.”

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Nick rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore the low blows about his car. He’d defended before in the past, calling it reliable or ‘perfectly fine’, but a clunker was still a clunker. “Oh, this isn’t about me being sweet. Once you have your license, you’re driving us everywhere,” he joked, though there was some truth to that statement. Jasper would no doubt have a better car than him, and if he wasn’t dedicated to driving anyone anywhere, he could get the motorcycle he was saving up for. He definitely wasn’t mentioning that, though. “First of all,” Nick started, settling in the passenger seat and putting on his seatbelt, “I’d sooner drop out than be seen rollerblading anywhere. You can do this.” Hopefully that sounded reassuring — Nick wasn’t the greatest at comforting, as far as he was aware. “But you need to relax. You said before that your dad would stress you out when you were driving, which was probably the reason why you couldn’t do it.”

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ooc: my baby sister got so sick that we had to take her to urgent care. :( she was feeling well enough today that she was able to play, but yesterday she literally said "I think I'm going to die". SHE'S FUCKING 3, THAT'S TERRIFYING.

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ooc: sorry about the longer than expected absence. EXO fucked me up, man. Seeing Suho in person sent me into a social media coma. I couldn't think straight for a long time. Like shit, man.

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High School AU || Nick & Jasper

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“I’m sorry, would you prefer to walk?” He questioned, sounding hauntingly like the father he never had. There was some humor to his voice, however, if only because he couldn’t argue and drive at the same time. “Why don’t you have your license, anyway? How old are you?” He was under the impression that they were in the same grade, although he supposed it was possible Jasper could be 15. He hadn’t even entertained the idea that Jasper just didn’t want to get his license.

Nick turned as directed, grateful he was given actual directions, rather than just an address. He’d never had a lot of reasons to venture into this side of town, so he was actually fairly unfamiliar with it. “Yeah, why?”

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“Just checking,” he said, pressing one finger down as if in test against the dashboard, like he thought it could fall apart beneath them at any moment. “Right here,” quickly as they came to a stop sign.

There was tension in him while he judged how much of himself and his awkward home life he wanted to reveal to a stranger, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat deciding how to answer. He settled on sarcasm. “Maybe I just like making cute boys drive me around,” but he heard it as he said it and panicked, self-preservation kicking in, even though he and Nick were friendly, even though they’d been doing something close to flirting in the locker room. Never call a straight boy cute, rule number one etched into his mind from years of being a lightning rod for their insults and aggression. 

“No, I’m old enough. I just can’t seem to get the hang of driving.” He said it as quickly as he could without it sounding like that was what he was doing, staring carefully ahead, like if he pretended he’d said nothing incriminating and filled Nick’s head with these other words, he wouldn’t notice it either. “Every time my dad tries to teach me it ends in shouting. Or tears.” Pitched against the alternative, dipping into his well of daddy issues didn’t seem as bad now.

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"Didn't you say that I wasn't 'that pretty' earlier today?" Nick was too focused on driving to pick up on Jasper's nervousness, which was for the best. He could be a little relentless with his teasing — neither of them needed that. "Anyway, I'm glad you're finally agreeing with me. I am pretty damn cute." Nick hummed thoughtfully, not immediately sure how to respond. He found it difficult to not be angry at Jasper's father, despite not knowing him. His short temper could manifest itself in many things, and though it usually manifested itself in petty violence or loud arguments, sometimes it became raw, unexplainable protectiveness. Normally, he'd only feel this way about people he knew rather well, so Jasper was a bit of an anomaly. He doesn't know if he can press the subject without showing any of that anger, so instead, he takes a different angle, one that hopefully won't leave him bubbling over with frustration. "There isn't anyone else that can teach you?" He asked, barely hiding the concern in his face. "I mean, I could teach you, if you trust me too."

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ooc: I've been so lazy lately. I was supposed to dye my hair for this concert 2 DAYS AGO. Tomorrows the last day I can do it, and because I've put it off so long, I have to do purple instead of silver. I'm such a fuck up lol.

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ooc: just a little FYI, I'm not going to be able to reply on valentines day, as well as possibly the day before / after. I'd like to say that it's because I have cutesy romantic plans, but in reality I'm just a dweeb going to a concert with my little sisters.

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High School AU || Nick & Jasper

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Nick catches the stares the receive as they walk out together and wonders how, one day in, he’s already managed to spark rumours about himself. He’s surprised to find that he doesn’t really mind, either. Though he came here fully intent on disappearing into the crowd, now that that was nearly impossible, he wasn’t terribly fazed. Besides, if these rumours meant that people would leave Jasper alone, even if it meant he was their new target, he figured it was probably worth it.

“How did you guess?” Nick deadpanned, pulling out his keys and unlocking the car as they approached. “She may be a clunker, but she’s a reliable clunker.”

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“I guess having to ride in this car is the punishment I get for not having gotten my driver’s license yet,” he said as he got in, moving detritus from the front passenger seat to the back. He was sixteen; his parents would buy him a car if he just got over his fear of driving. He could have the Lexus or whatever. It was like claiming his birthright; all he had to do was pull the sword from the stone. But, to overstretch the analogy, that required lessons from his dad on sword-pulling and those mostly ended with them wanting to chop each other’s heads off.

While Nick navigated the school parking lot, Jasper examined the floorboard and after some trepidation, lowered his satchel down to rest next to his feet. “That way,” he said, pointing a finger once they reached the street. “So you can really take this thing out on the interstate and everything?” he asked, smile wide and eyes exaggeratedly innocent.

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"I'm sorry, would you prefer to walk?" He questioned, sounding hauntingly like the father he never had. There was some humor to his voice, however, if only because he couldn't argue and drive at the same time. "Why don't you have your license, anyway? How old are you?" He was under the impression that they were in the same grade, although he supposed it was possible Jasper could be 15. He hadn't even entertained the idea that Jasper just didn't want to get his license.

Nick turned as directed, grateful he was given actual directions, rather than just an address. He'd never had a lot of reasons to venture into this side of town, so he was actually fairly unfamiliar with it. "Yeah, why?"

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High School AU || Nick & Jasper

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Nick wasn’t faced with any further conflict once class started, much to his relief. Other than a few lingering stares, class proceeded as if he wasn’t even there, which was equal parts good and bad — good because he didn’t have the patience for confrontation, and bad because gym was the only truly ‘easy’ class for him. Still, he makes it from beginning to end without any snags, so he can’t really complain.

After class, he finds Jasper and smiles as he greets him. “You know, if you gave gym a shot, you wouldn’t need me to threaten people for you,” he mused playfully as he gathered his things.

He hums a brief ‘mhm’ in response, closing his locker afterwards. “I live too far away to not drive.“

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“Does the bus not go past the wrong side of the tracks?” he teases. Jasper has never ridden on a bus in his life. Well, maybe for a field trip. He texts his mother in typical flip, teenage style, “getting a ride home,” ignoring the fact that she’s probably already on her way to get him. He turned sixteen this year and should by all means be driving himself at this point but he’s been dragging his feet on getting his license. Doesn’t like driving, makes him nervous.

“Make sure you get your syllabi,” he reminds Nick before they leave and then follows him out to the parking lot, acutely aware of the curious looks they’re drawing. For once, he thinks, rather pleased with himself, that these rumors he won’t mind. Pointing out across the lot, he asks, “So should I assume that the clunker is yours?”

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Nick catches the stares the receive as they walk out together and wonders how, one day in, he's already managed to spark rumours about himself. He's surprised to find that he doesn't really mind, either. Though he came here fully intent on disappearing into the crowd, now that that was nearly impossible, he wasn't terribly fazed. Besides, if these rumours meant that people would leave Jasper alone, even if it meant he was their new target, he figured it was probably worth it.

"How did you guess?" Nick deadpanned, pulling out his keys and unlocking the car as they approached. "She may be a clunker, but she's a reliable clunker."

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We need more Matt Bomer wet t-shirt photoshoots. For science. And world peace.

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ooc: I'm kinda sick right now, which sucks because I have the weakest stomach in the world, and even the slightest nausea threatens to make me throw up. I mean, it's better now than Valentine's Day, but I still feel like shit regardless and still want to act miserable, so I will. Just as a side note, being bedridden (by my own choosing) has lead to me binge watching music videos. I've probably watched Anthem by Ikon a million times. When I get my hands on a laptop, I'm making a muse using B.I as a fc. He's so pretty.

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High School AU || Nick & Jasper

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“I can’t believe this,” he replied, the hurt expression he pulled unconvincing. “Whatever, one day I’ll win you over.” Pretty or not, Nick could tell he was probably closer to ‘winning him over’ than anyone else was, or perhaps ever had been. Maybe Jasper would always keep some distance between them, but at least they didn’t have the same wall between them that he and everyone else had. All because he treated him like a person.

“Right, sorry, I know how it is. I’m so hideous that it’s distracting you,” Nick’s voice overflowing with faux self-pity. He started getting dressed, although he wasn’t looking forward to facing all those asshole again in class. He’d need to work on his self control, lest he get kicked out of this school, too.

“Alright, I’m leaving. See you later, Jasp.” He ruffled Jasper’s hair on the way out, silently wondering witch would annoy him more — the nickname, or messing up his hair — but he doesn’t stick around to find out.

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More eye-rolling as Nick talked but Jasper kept his eyes on his book lest he be tempted to try and sneak a peak at Nick undressing again. Which is why Nick’s hand in his hair took him utterly by surprise and he batted at it with clumsy ferocity, his attempts to move away from it nearly toppling him off his perch on the locker room bench. Nick was out the door before Jasper could get out anything more succinct than “AUGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!” He resolved to refer to him as Ick in the future if he insisted on using that ridiculous nickname and went back to reading his book but he did so with large wide grin on his face.

He caught up again with Nick after class, excited but nervous, vaguely afraid the boy had come to his senses in the intervening time. He tried his best not to show it, leaning casually against a row of lockers, checking his cell phone as Nick retrieved his belongings. “So, uh, do you have a car?” he asked, hoping like hell he could dodge the added awkwardness of having them both driven home by his mom.

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Nick wasn’t faced with any further conflict once class started, much to his relief. Other than a few lingering stares, class proceeded as if he wasn’t even there, which was equal parts good and bad — good because he didn’t have the patience for confrontation, and bad because gym was the only truly ‘easy’ class for him. Still, he makes it from beginning to end without any snags, so he can’t really complain.

After class, he finds Jasper and smiles as he greets him. “You know, if you gave gym a shot, you wouldn’t need me to threaten people for you,” he mused playfully as he gathered his things.

He hums a brief 'mhm’ in response, closing his locker afterwards. “I live too far away to not drive."

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High School AU || Nick & Jasper

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It was alarming, how quickly he was growing fond of Jasper. He’d thought he was nothing more than a rich brat when they’d met, and though he still did think he was a rich brat (in a much more endearing way now), he found himself not only noticing, but brightening up when he catches Jasper’s smile — it’s surprisingly pleasant, which is a weird thing to pick up on, for someone as oblivious as Nick — and, for what it was worth, he was sweet, even if that did come at the expense of damaging Nick’s ego. He’d thank him later, when he matured beyond his macho, ‘I don’t need your help’ attitude.

“No, yeah. That sounds great,” Nick said, smiling a little more comfortably in return. “You know, I’ve never been taken home to meet the parents. I’ll try to be as charming as possible,” he joked, “I’d opt to just shut up and look pretty, but I’m not very good at keeping my mouth shut.”

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Jasper is equal parts alarmed and embarrassed at the suggestion. If he has inherited anything from his mother, it’s his horror at having a fuss made over him, even if only in jest. “Ha ha ha,” he drawled with a roll of his eyes. “1. You’re not ‘meeting the parents,’” scare quotes deployed, “Jesus Christ! You’re just stopping by after school. 2. You’re not that pretty either.” 

He shook his head, fighting off a smile. “Now change your clothes and get out before someone wonders where you are. I need to study,” he waved his slightly battered book in the air, “… or pee in Mitch’s locker or something. You’re distracting me. Shoo. I’ll see you after class.”

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"I can't believe this," he replied, the hurt expression he pulled unconvincing. "Whatever, one day I'll win you over." Pretty or not, Nick could tell he was probably closer to 'winning him over' than anyone else was, or perhaps ever had been. Maybe Jasper would always keep some distance between them, but at least they didn't have the same wall between them that he and everyone else had. All because he treated him like a person.

"Right, sorry, I know how it is. I'm so hideous that it's distracting you," Nick's voice overflowing with faux self-pity. He started getting dressed, although he wasn't looking forward to facing all those asshole again in class. He'd need to work on his self control, lest he get kicked out of this school, too.

"Alright, I'm leaving. See you later, Jasp." He ruffled Jasper's hair on the way out, silently wondering witch would annoy him more — the nickname, or messing up his hair — but he doesn't stick around to find out.

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High School AU || Nick & Jasper

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“It might be worth the risk,” he shrugged. In vocalizing that he didn’t like it, Jasper pretty much guaranteed that it would be used again. Nick thought it was cute, anyway - fitting for someone like Jasper. 

Nick’s smile fell wit the sudden change of subject, his former confidence going with it. Despite Jasper’s best efforts to mask it, he couldn’t help but feel like the offer came out of a place of pity. Not inherently bad, but damaging to Nick’s admittedly frail ego. “That’s not necessary,” he said quickly. Perhaps too quickly. Realistically, both of them knew that this was just a poor attempt at him protecting his macho, independent identity. He wasn’t used to feeling insecure, so when he did feel that way, he panicked. Probably not the best reaction when trying to prove that he didn’t need help.

And to be honest, he kinda did need help. Jasper obviously knew that, so what was he protecting? Nick sighed, shoulders slumping ever so slightly. “But, uh… I mean… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have more uniforms.” He couldn’t have sounded less sure of himself, but that was the best anyone would be getting out of him.

Jasper could feel his insides turn when Nick took the offer as charity and began to balk. He spun his wheels frantically, searching for a way to talk himself out of an embarrassing situation but was relieved to find he didn’t need to, the boy slowly coming around even with that puffed up air of faux nonchalance. Good. Let them both pretend to leave this conversation with their dignities intact.

“You could come by the house after school, get caught up on class, “ he smiled broadly, “ransack my brother’s belongings, maybe even stay for dinner.” He hadn’t invited anyone over for dinner since he was little. Hell, hadn’t really invited anyone over at all. His mother would probably be overjoyed.

Jasper shrugged. “You know. If you want to.”

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It was alarming, how quickly he was growing fond of Jasper. He'd thought he was nothing more than a rich brat when they'd met, and though he still did think he was a rich brat (in a much more endearing way now), he found himself not only noticing, but brightening up when he catches Jasper's smile — it's surprisingly pleasant, which is a weird thing to pick up on, for someone as oblivious as Nick — and, for what it was worth, he was sweet, even if that did come at the expense of damaging Nick's ego. He'd thank him later, when he matured beyond his macho, 'I don't need your help' attitude.

"No, yeah. That sounds great," Nick said, smiling a little more comfortably in return. "You know, I've never been taken home to meet the parents. I'll try to be as charming as possible," he joked, "I'd opt to just shut up and look pretty, but I'm not very good at keeping my mouth shut."

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ooc: so… I’m into kpop now. Sometimes bad things happen to good people. I don’t know what to say, except that I’ve been having severe vision problems for the last 3, maybe 4 months? Perhaps longer? My CT scan came back normal, though, so there isn’t much they can work with. Also my laptop has been broken for just as long, so I’m stuck with mobile. But… I’ve been wanting to write. It’s been a long, long time. Too long. Edit: oh, and I’m fucking 19 now! Funny how the progression of time works.

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ooc: Hi, hello, how are you? Things aren’t nessisarily getting any less busy or any less sad here, but I have been role playing, just on a different blog. Since I can clearly write, I’ll try to get back into this one. I’m kinda too lazy to sort through things I owe right now, but I’ll get to it eventually. 

I might post some starters tonight if inspiration strikes, because I have more muse for fresh ideas, new threads, etc. It’s always easier for me that way. (Which is to say, if you want to plot out a new thread with me, hit me up.)

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ooc: Just when my mood was getting better... My mom is literally an alcoholic at this point. All she does is drink and yell at people. She got a great, EASY job opportunity and quit after the first day because her lazy ass wants to be at home. She doesn’t do shit for the family, she doesn’t even clean up after herself.