alan kent

alan kent // 19 // radio dj // matched to jaxton hunter

[yas-alankent]

meet you in warm conversation // j a x t o n & a l a n

[jaxton-hunter-blog]

Jaxton looked at the other boy’s pinky with mild intrigue. He locked his pinky with the other boy’s for a quick second. He hoped Alan was really true to his word. He felt that he could trust him though. Jaxton couldn’t help but feel like the air between them had gotten thicker. It seemed like there were unsaid words or actions or something. But then again. he was probably just imagining things as always. He couldn’t help but start speaking to fill the silence, even though the TV show would soon begin to play. “We’re friends, right? I mean, we’re going to be stuck with each other forever so we might as well be friends…” Jaxton wasn’t sure where that sentence was going. 

[yas-alankent]

Alan nodded. "Of course we're friends, Jax - is it okay if I call you Jax? Anyways, yes, of course we're friends. Hopefully, for the sake of the Officials, one day we can be more than friends, but currently we are indeed friends." Alan felt his mouth running again, and quickly shut up, focusing his attention on Sherlock, which was just starting.

[echodavis]

I’ve never been there before. Did your job send you there or were just taking a break from everything?

[yas-alankent]

I was hosting a radio event down there.

[echodavis]

Where did you go?

[yas-alankent]

Florida. It was great.

[rhiaofrp-deactivated20150331]

Oh really? Where did you go?

[yas-alankent]

A cozy little beach house in Florida. Radio deej perks.

[yas-alankent]

meet you in warm conversation // j a x t o n & a l a n

[jaxton-hunter-blog]

"I hope so." Jaxton muttered, mostly to himself. Jaxton mindlessly follow the instructions. He wasn’t exactly sure were to place himself. Where was the line between awkward and totally acceptable? But he decided to just sit on the floor, in front of Alan’s bed. He looked up at Alan "Yes, I suppose it is." He figured he might as well warn the boy - Jaxton’s attention span ranged from three hours to thirty seconds. "If I fall asleep, promise not to draw on my face, ok?" 

[yas-alankent]

Alan held out his pinky to the lanky boy, with a smile across his face. "I promise. Whether or not I keep that promise remains to be seen, although I'm usually reliable." Alan repositioned himself so that he was lying with his head at the foot of his bed, on his stomach, his feet on his pillow. His right hand dangled off the bed and if he moved it slightly he could touch Jaxton's hair, which looked so damn soft, he wanted to touch it really badly, but he knew that would be weird. Still... he could "accidentally" brush it, right? Nah, that would be awkward. Alan sighed. It was barely audible, but a sigh nonetheless. He wanted things between him and his Match to not be awkward. That would be nice. It didn't even have to be romantic between them... although he'd like it to be, he wasn't sure that Jaxton wanted that.

[yas-alankent]

I just got back from a much-needed vacation. Who missed me, bitches?

[alec-white]

You got it. Wait, am I on the radio right now?

[yas-alankent]

Not right at this moment. There's a song playing. You'll be on in about a minute 30.

[whatkindofnameisoleander]

I don’t know. I don’t think so. Sweet niblets, you were supposed to talk me out of this.

[yas-alankent]

I believe that love is love. Whether it's the love the Society provides you or the love you find on your own, it's love. Lucky for me, I got both, but he doesn't know that so let's hope he isn't listening. Anyways, I can't talk you out of anything. You've probably already made up your mind, whether you know it or not.

[yas-alankent]

meet you in warm conversation // j a x t o n & a l a n

[jaxton-hunter-blog]

Jaxton looked around the room. It was very different from his own but it was very Alan. He walked around a bit and looked at some of the CDs. Alan did have just about every genre of music. He smirked at Alan’s talking with his mouth full. “I… uh… don’t know.” Jaxton shrugged. It was true. He was supposed to go get his vocation soon. He guessed that when everybody else got theirs he had just been forgotten. 

[yas-alankent]

Alan swallowed. "Well, you'll find out soon enough. Now, quit standing in the corner. You can sit with me, or in that chair, or on the floor. You'll get tired of standing, though." Alan was hoping Jaxton would choose to sit next to him, and as he waited for Jaxton to make the decision of where to sit, he pressed play and waited for the episode to buffer. He looked over at Jaxton, who was now seated. "See, isn't that better?"

[alec-white]

Hello? Alan, you lucky guy, I knew you’d get your dream job.

[yas-alankent]

Let me guess... Alec?

[yas-alankent]

meet you in warm conversation // j a x t o n & a l a n

[jaxton-hunter-blog]

“Oh…” Jax was vaguely familiar with the show. He’d read about it on tumblr before. He laughed at Alan’s fancy introduction to his plates. “Paper plates are just fine.” He said, still chuckling. He followed Alan to his room. He wondered what it looked like on the short walk over. That was creepy… But he was just curious. He had never seen someone with a room as cool as his own. He let Alan step inside first and then he walked through the doorway.

[yas-alankent]

Alan's room was covered in shit. Not literal shit, but just... shit. Tacked up all over the walls were posters of singers he liked, and there was a stack of CDs on his bedside table. The walls were painted a dark blue and his bed sheets matched. He had a small TV mounted on his wall, which he turned on, sitting on his bed. He went to Netflix and got Sherlock ready to watch. He took a bite of his pizza and began to talk. "Now, Jaxton," Alan said with his mouth full. "I have a question for you -- what's your vocation?"

[yas-alankent]

meet you in warm conversation // j a x t o n & a l a n

[jaxton-hunter-blog]

Jaxton couldn’t help but perk up at the mention of food. “Now is good.” His smile returned to his face. It was weird, he was trying to play it off like it was nothing and it was working. He was… glad that Alan could relate to his family issues. It made him feel more confident in sharing with the other boy. He walked up to meet Alan in the kitchen. “So… what’s this show we’re watching called again?” 

[yas-alankent]

"Sherlock!" Alan said as he grabbed two paper plates out of his pantry. "I apologize for not having.. fine china or any shit like that. It's paper plates or nothing, and I figure paper plates is better." He put two pieces of pizza onto each plate, and handed one to Jaxton. He grabbed the pizza box and other plate with his hands and went to his room. "C'mon, follow me."

[yas-alankent]

meet you in warm conversation // j a x t o n & a l a n

[jaxton-hunter-blog]

Jaxton could feel Alan squeeze his hand and it made him feel slightly better. He didn’t want to make things all weird and sad. He tended to do that a lot. “It’s… alright.” He didn’t really want to talk about it. There wasn’t even that much to say. “I’ve done more than enough crying, trust me.” he laughed awkwardly. “But, honestly… thank you.” He was still feeling sad but he felt slightly less on the verge of a freakout. 

"Let’s talk about something else now." Jaxton needed to have a topic change now. His repressed thoughts were slowly creeping back into his head. But for some reason, he just didn’t want Alan to have to deal with all that. Besides, murders aren’t exactly the boyfriend type. 

[yas-alankent]

Alan smiled. "Anytime." He began to walk into the kitchen, making sure the pizza that had been delivered before he left was still hot. It was. "Do you want pizza now, or later?" he called over his shoulder, changing the subject. Obviously Jaxton didn't want to talk about it, and he wasn't going to push him. He knew that in the future, the both of them should just probably avoid discussing family.

[whatkindofnameisoleander]

Good point. What if she’s got a match? Hypothetically speaking. 

[yas-alankent]

Is she with her Match? If not, go for it - let's just hope there aren't any Officials listening!

[yas-alankent]

meet you in warm conversation // j a x t o n & a l a n

[jaxton-hunter-blog]

"I’m glad that you’ve found a good support system. And yes, I’m sure we will be." Jaxton smiled. He enjoyed Alan’s attitude. It meade him feel beter about himself in some-sort-of weird way. Maybe the Officials actually got something right. 

"Oh…" He trailed off before following Alan inside. Jaxton took a moment to breathe in the space. It seemed very…. Alan. That was the best way he could describe it. Jaxton felt his insides shrinking. He had to be cool about this. "I did." He said finally. Alan gave him a look. It wasn’t possible to have a sibling and then not have one anymore. The boy closed his eyes and spoke. "I had a brother… he was older than me by a year… he died… last March." Jaxton tried to get it all out without having a meltdown. He drew in a breath and opened his eyes. 

[yas-alankent]

Alan flashed his pearly whites at Jaxton, hoping that somewhere, deep down inside, he felt the same way about him that Alan felt. He knew it wasn't the right moment to bring up anything about love, but God, he wished he could at least know how Jaxton felt. That conversation could be saved for another day, though.

Alan took a step towards Jaxton and grabbed the other boy's massive hand with his comparatively tiny one. He gave it a quick squeeze, and then dropped it, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "I'm sorry to hear that." He looked into Jaxton's eyes and saw that they were full of sadness. "You can cry if you need to, you know. I'm here for you."

[whatkindofnameisoleander]

You totally aren’t getting my name. Okay anyways, I’m a single and I like this chick. She’s great, totally out of my league. Should I go for it?

[yas-alankent]

Definitely! Even if she is, by your standards, out of your league, you'll never know if you don't try.

[yas-alankent]

meet you in warm conversation // j a x t o n & a l a n

[jaxton-hunter-blog]

"They’re a bit… obscure. I like Obedear the best. You should." Jaxton found it easy to talk to Alan. He almost wondered if Alan was asking just to play it on his radio station one day. That would be ironic. Or something like that. He finally felt comfortable. And that was saying a lot.

Jaxton bit his lip as he listened to Alan’s story. He couldn’t believe that the chipper boy next to him had gone through all that. “Wow… I… I don’t know what to say.” Jaxton paused. “I guess all things work out eventually though.” he tried to be helpful. he was the worst at advice and trying to be helpful. When the doors opened, Jaxton stepped out first out of sheer habit. He stood there as Alan got out. “So… got any siblings?” He figured he might as well keep their conversation going. And as far away from his family as possible. 

[yas-alankent]

"Yeah. I mean, I'm happy with what I have now. I have a lot of friends who support me, and I'm sure that in time you and I will be the dynamic duo," he nodded at the other boy, with a grin. "My past doesn't define me. At least, I try not to let it."

"Nah, I'm an only child. I always wanted an older brother, though." Alan smiled, unlocking his front door and opening it for the taller boy who followed behind him. "Make yourself at home!" he added as a side note, getting back to their conversation a few seconds later. "What about you? Do you have siblings?"