It Was A Lie ((Alex))

[ZEPHYR WALLACE]

Time/Date: Evening, Spring Y1||Words: 882 words || Notes: Now we shall begin the date but not really date... um, date > 3 ||Music Sang in Post: N/A For now

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[/s] Not that he enjoyed lying to the blond- because, where the hell will you get with lies? Other than a 'dinner as friends' with Alex that required a bit of persuasion and begging. Really, he did see that Alex was wary of dates or any form that hinted to a relationship, but honestly, he was doing this for the blond as much as he was stomping out his urge to admit he originally planned- true, Ze didn't know what was causing Flower-shop owner to be so wary, but... it wasn't fair for Alex- complaining or not about it. After the...er, intimate things they done so far, a little date wouldn't hurt? Beside, if his mother was here- she'll probably smack him for not doing so while saying "I thought I raised you better than that- fool around before taking the lad on a date? I raised a gentleman, not a... blah blah blah"- he usually zoned out after a while, but still. Not to say he had a major attachment to the blond in his mind, but... Ze did feel a bit guilt- why hasn't he attempted it yet? Alex wasn't that bad of a person, though that annoying habit of him flinging himself to any good-looking, able-walking male in town. And he wasn't that looking. With the 'excuses' that the blond attempted, which were... well, he assumed Alex either doesn't have a dishonest bone- which was doubted- or the idea of dinner with him was...

Looks like my inner-pessimistic decided to rear its head, his eyes flickered up from the running water to his reflection in the mirror, a slight smile tugged at lips despite the toothbrush and toothpaste foam, a bit amused by the sudden thought. Rinsing his mouth, and wiping off the foam, he eyed his reflection- for once, Ze cleaned himself in something... well, decent? He smelt a bit fruity- thanks to Emma's shampoo, of course, since he's been too lazy to buy his usual and it was his luck to be stuck with the girly one, no? He sported dark orange, button down shirt- to be honest, he was tempted to just go for sweatshirt and some pjs bottoms-, fitting dark jeans and best of all, his hot-pink slippers. Don't ask where he got it from... plus, his feet were cold. Ze's hair was still messy- but he swore that he attempted to comb it down. But... the curls can't be tamed. And, really- Alex or not, no way in hell he's worth dragging that vicious thing through these locks. No way.

"...This better be worth it in the end." Giving one more, appreciative look over- no, he's not that narcissistic yet - its best to head downstairs and wait for his guest to arrive, no? Or check on the pie, though, he put it in the oven not too long ago- before he took a quick shower and brush his teeth- or he could try out the ice cream... to.. uh, see if it was good? Fine, cause he wanted some- who cares, right? Going the stairs quickly, though at the same time carefully, since it wouldn't be the first time if he happen to tripped down them in his haste. He ignored the strange feeling of loneliness at the moment- he was telling the truth about being home alone part- since it wouldn't be too long until Alex's come. Well... if he comes, you mean, but the pessimistic thought was quickly pushed back, since that'll just dampen the mood.

Pass the living room, which was its usual neat self, he also pushed back the urge to plop back on the sofa in favor of T.V., but that'll have to wait. Popping in, the kitchen was clean- barred the few dishes in the sink, of course- and the table was set. His Pasta Alla Carbonara sat on the stove, still hot and frankly, he might of outdone himself with this dish. Ze, after going through plenty cooking books to the exact steps to make it, was careful to follow each step- no variations, no experimenting (which he usually did alot, more than he liked to admit), and because of that, he grinned down at the masterpiece.

...Okay, maybe he was a little too proud about his cooking! But that's alright, since people usually don't hear his boastings in his thoughts, did they? He put the lid back on the saucepan, checking on the apple pie next. Taking a small peek at it, the smell of deliciousness hit his nose. He always did enjoy making pastries more than dishes... maybe it was a sweet-tooth, but either way, baking was way more fun and "...Oh Goddess, I swear if he doesn't show up... not afraid to devour this myself." He mused, closing the oven door and gave satisfied grin. There was a part of the brunette, who was tempted to break out the alcohol but...

He'll doubt Emma would like either of them passed out, probably unclothed or hungover when she comes back from her night out. And beside- whether or not, Alex agreed- this was a date. So, no sex tonight...

"....Or at least, not in the living room... or kitchen... or bathroom..." He muttered under his breath, though there was as much of chance of Alex storming out. He sighed, dragging his feet to the living room again, switching the tv on and flopping on his couch, waiting for the blond to arrive. He better... or else, I changed out of pjs for no reason...


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[ALEXANDER JAY NIGHT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:370px, bTable] so it seems i'm someone i've never met

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:270px, bTable] Although Zephyr had insisted that this wasn't a date... a tiny bit of Alex hadn't been completely convinced. There was a small voice niggling at him, telling him that it was some sort of trap. A dating trap. Like, the second he turned up on the doorstep... BAM. Dating. Alex was trying his best to shrug the voice off though, reminding himself that he and Zephyr were just friends; something that he'd brought attention to more than once so Zephyr had to know this by now. Why insist on a date if Alex was adamant on not having anything serious with anyone? Whatever. Alex was going to have a free, cooked meal with his best friend, have sex, and not read into this too much. Pfft... date with Zephyr. The mere thought of it was enough to entice a small, amused chuckle out. After spending the good part of an hour brushing his hair - it took a lot to get looking good, date or not, he wanted to look hot - Alex was finally ready. Well. As ready as someone could be for meeting up with a friend. Because, like, if this were a date - which it fucking wasn't - Alex would surely put more thought into his appearance. And anyway, how did those date things work? Because, to be honest, Alex hadn't ever had one. He'd never been interested so... yeah. He just wanted the sexy part that sometimes came afterwards. Purposely arriving ten minutes late, Alex dragged his butt over to Ze's place with a handful of carnations in his hand. Just flowers. Nothing else. It was just a little something for the brown-haired guy to perk his house up with. Before raising his knuckles to rap on the door, he peered down at the flowers clutched in his hand, half a dozen and tied off with a small ribbon. Was it too much? It wasn't, right? They were just... Zephyr's favourite. And rather give them to someone who'd enjoy them rather than let them slowly wilt and perish in his store. Yeah. He was just... yeah. Hmph. Curling his fingers, Alex brought his hand up to the door and rapped a musical rat-tat-tat-tat. He stole a small step backwards and ran his lanky fingers through his flaxen locks, tied back in a habitual braid but with his heavy bangs flopping rebelliously over his face in the evening breezes. For Ze's sake, he better not have overdone it. If there were candles on a table or quiet music, Alex was out of there faster than a rogue bullet. Yuh-huh. tagged: zephyr! words: 0433 notes: <3

[ZEPHYR WALLACE]

Time/Date: Evening, Spring Y1||Words: 869 words || Notes: Random idea, but pfft... Alex, would like a wittle chat wif Nats? I have too much muse for this thread ||Music Sang in Post: N/A For now

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[/i] he couldn't help but scowled. He wasn't in the mood for a little chat on the phone- it was probably someone Emma knew was his best guess, since she used the most out of the two. Normally, he would let it ring but... the sound was giving him a headache, and beside, his drama wasn't on, so there was no point to laze in front of the TV. He giving a small grunt, he pushed himself off the couch, dragging his feet over the house phone and picking up, instantly saying: "Sorry, Emma isn't here to pick up- call back tomorrow, or something. Please, thank you and by-"

The voice the other end let out a small chuckle, which made him pause and knit his eyebrows together. "Aw, well shame. I would of liked to talk to Emma! Looks like I'm stuck talking to you, huh, Ze-ze?"

.......What?

H-he knew that voice... that was- "What the fu- Ashe? How did you get this number? Since when do you call?" He fumbled with the phone, cupping it with both his hands- no way, maybe he heard the voice wrong. And the nickname. And.. Oh Goddess, when was the last time he heard her voice? No, he was tearing up, his eyes just happen to be... um, there was dust. Yeah, dust! Ashe laughed this time, which just all the more reassured him that his hearing wasn't messing up on him yet. "Well- actually, on your reply letter back, you wrote it down, Ze-ze. Man, you forgot already? Anyways, just calling 'cause have a little- Hush, Nats, you'll get to talk, wait. Mommy is trying... fine. Ze, hold on- looks like someone a little impatient to meet you!" Ze smiled, despite hearing that dreaded nickname, since from the mutters and muffled voice in the background, he assumed that the little girl was trying to either a) snatch the phone or b) begging for it. Either way, he gave a laugh of his own, relaxing the shoulders he didn't realized that he tensed up.

"Hewwo?" He heard a muffled laugh, and before he could answer back, the little voice talked again, more excited this time, "Uncwe Ze? Its meeee, Natawee~!" Well, at least she was a talkative little thing, and really, she sounded adorable... oh god."Oh, that's so? Hello there, Natalie! And yes, this is Uncle Ze. How are you?" "I'm fouwr! ...Oh, you say how am I? I..." There was a pause, and he could make out the little girl's, probably saying to Ashe, asking 'How am I?', before the voice returned, "Mommy says I'm fine! Hehe, what 'bout you? You in Pa.. Pastowah, wight?" Ze covered his mouth, stifling his laugh- really, was this happening? Not that it was a bad thing but-

There was a knock on the door, making him jump. Oh crap, the call made him forgot. Wait- the pie was good still? It wasn't burning? He didn't smell smoke, and... oh, he should probably open the door before checking on the pie.. but... He glanced his down at the phone, frowning. He didn't want to hang up just yet... "Hey, can you wait a second... there's someone at the door, and I need to check something.. and... uh, Nats, tell Ashe- er, Mommy, they I will be back." He didn't get a reply, and had a feeling the little girl was probably nodding, so he set down the phone, jogging over to the door, yanking it open without so much glancing in the peek-hole.

First thing he notice- the blond looked hot good like usual. But then again, he'll probably seem so to Ze, dinner or not. And seeing the nice, combed hair, made him self-conscious of his unbrushed- he tried, okay?- hair, but there was no point to whine. "Alex! You came!" He beamed, giving a pleased smile and opening the door wider, "Come right on in... and, um..." He glanced at the flowers, noting that were carnations- he smile soften a bit, "Are those for me? You remember I liked..." He felt giddy, no lie. His hands, fiddled with a button on his shirt as he asked- but then he remembered- "Shit! The pie...!" Um, make yourself at home... um, can you please hold on to the flowers a bit longer, and also, ignore the phone- my sister and her kid is on it..." He babbled, before dashing off to the kitchen, "You can sit on the couch or something, while you wait!"

He fumbled around, looking for his oven mitts and slipping them on,- they were orange of course, since the color was the muddy-color haired boy's favorite one- yanking the oven door opening, and pulling out the pie. Thank Goddess, it wasn't burned, but... that was too much of a close call. He placed the apple pie on top of the oven to let it cool, and let out a sigh in relief.

Meanwhile

"...Hewwo? Unwle Ze, are you bawk yet?" The little girl asked uncertainly, maybe with a slight pout. "Mommy asks me if who was at youwr doowr? Unwle?" Natalie whined again, clearly impatient.

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[ALEXANDER JAY NIGHT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:370px, bTable] so it seems i'm someone i've never met

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:270px, bTable] When Ze finally decided to open the door - perhaps a moment or so longer than Alex would've liked - he seemed a great deal more flustered than Alex expected. Pfft. Alex had also expected a better welcome than that. Wasn't this guy meant to be smitten for him or something? Sure, Alex wasn't exactly keen on the idea but his ego liked to feed on every admiring glance Ze's roving eyes could have. He practically preened under such gazes and it was no secret. Hell, Alex had made an effort to look especially dashing tonight, why wasn't it being appreciated like it should? The blond gave a leisurely roll of his shoulders in response, acompanied by a small murmuring of: "Alright then, Ze..." That pie was smelling rather delicious though; he found himself being reminded by an empty gnawing sensation in his stomach coupled with a low growl that he was, in fact, hungry and hadn't eaten much so not to spoil Ze's dinner. The muddy-haired man's cooking was nothing less than divine from what Alex had heard so it was only understandable that he'd wanted to leave plenty of room. Seeing that Zephyr had padded off - no doubt to the kitchen - Alex took a moment to survey his immediate surroundings. It was so obvious that he shared with that girl, Emma, because the blond had a vague feeling that should Ze live alone it wouldn't be so... Orderly? Neat? Clean even? Not that Alex was branding his friend a slob or anything like that... Just that Ze could be, well, a bit of a disaster at times? Besides. Anyone who had hair as unkempt and as unruly as Ze's couldn't possibly have a meticulously tidy house, right? Anywho, that was probably enough inward slating of Ze and the probable state of his house if he lived alone. The flowers held in his hand were perhaps getting a touch thirsty and the last thing the florist wanted was for them to wilt so prematurely. So a vase of some sort was a must. He'd do that while Ze was... doing whatever he was doing in the kitchen. And what was that he'd said about the phone? To, like, ignore it, no? With a faint humming noise, Alex lay the small selection of crimson carnations down on the table and pattered over to the sofa curiously. As he approached, he could hear voices chattering through the earpiece with that distinct tinny effect that phones had on voices. So that was either Ze's sister or her daughter on the line? Hmmmm... interesting. The sofa's cushions dipped beneath the blonde's weight as he perched himself down on the edge of the couch. Well. The phone was right there... and it was pretty rude to leave people hanging on the line, right? So... Alex stole a glance over where Ze had disappeared to, a cautious one, and slowly reached over for the phone, scooping it up in his hand and warily bringing it close to his ear. "...uhm." He mumbled, not exactly sure what to even say. "...Hello?" There. That was good enough. As he waited for a response, Alex leaned back into the sofa, letting the back rest swallow him in comfort and cause his shoulders to sag gently. The television was on some channel that the young man didn't pay too much attention to and supposed that Zephyr had been watching it before he'd arrived. Cute. The blaring images of some program blinked and flashed in the background along with a low drone of sound in an almost irritating fashion. Alex had the thought to turn the box off but... yeah, not his house. But then it was okay to talk on the phone with Ze's family when he'd been told to ignore it? Well... that was just Alex and his weird priorities for you. tagged: zephyr! words: 0646 notes: 8U

[ZEPHYR WALLACE]

Time/Date: Evening, Spring Y1||Words: 380 words || Notes: 83 ||Music Sang in Post: N/A For now

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[/i]- but for his defense, Ze didn't want to risk the possibility of food burning, and that's one thing he hated, brunt food. Specifically, his food- as little as an ego he has, if anything, he prides himself on his cooking. And the fact, he does not mistakes most of the time. But all that aside- the pie was safe, Alex was here, and though his sister had horrible timing, the messy-haired chap was pretty happy that she called. Ze slipped his oven-mitts off, dusting off an invisible piece of lint on his jeans and tugged on shirt a bit, fixing himself up- well, let's get this dinner-with-a-friend on the roll? He chuckled softly, "Hope I don't screw this up..." But knowing himself, the muddy-haired shouldn't shoot that high.

Well, honestly, Ze had the feeling that Alex would probably pick the phone up- but didn't stop the small frown. It would of been nice if the blond listened to him... beside, even though Ashe had no knowledge of who he liked- not that she need to know to boot-, his eccentric sister... well, let's hope her daughter on the line instead. He inched a bit closer, not wanting to make presence apparent just yet... since, a part of him was curious how Alex would react.

"Hmm...? Excuse me, but... um, is Ze still there?" The voice had a bit of annoyance, either by the whining on the other side or by the fact she didn't recognized the new voice, "Who's this?" She might of sound a bit snotty, but then again, wasn't expecting anyone other than Ze (or Emma) to pick the phone up- so that doesn't require her to be nice, no?

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[ALEXANDER JAY NIGHT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:370px, bTable] so it seems i'm someone i've never met

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:270px, bTable] Well, how rude. Alex didn't think he'd done anything to deserve that kind of answer. He'd only given a friendly, albeit uncertain, hello. Nothing to earn the snooty tone the lady replied to him with. Stealing a sideward glance at the plastic receiver pressed lightly against his ear it clicked that this was probably Ze's famed sister - Ashe - that he'd heard so much about, the one that lived in the city and had managed to get herself knocked up by some guy. She immediayely came off as the snpbby city type with the tone she'd used. Sorry, Ze. But Alex already wasn't too keen on her. "Well," he began, adopting a snippy tone of his own. He opened his mouth to spill a catty remark but... Ze probably wouldn't appreciate Alex getting all petty over something as menial as Ashe's tone. Plus Ze had kinda said to leave the phone alone so... Alex gave a sharp scoff and tossed the phone aside on to the other cushions, snapping his arms folded over his chest; resembling a disgruntled bird with his feathers all ruffled. Where was Ze anyway? Pouting and trying not to scowl, Alex twisted around where he sat, his arms still crossed, and tried to spot where his friend had gotten off to. He blanched slightly thpugh on seeing that Ze was right there. The stealthy son of a gun. The blond's arms fell away from the tense position on his chest and his bitter demeanour was willed to melt away. Alex turned back around and poked a finger in the direction of the discarded phone. "Your, uh, sister's askin' for you." He said simply, innocently almost. Alex's bottle green eyes flickered uncertainly over to the café worker. "Food smells good...?" He tried to add on yet it came out sounding more of a suggestion than a compliment, even though the aromas that wafted from the kitchen were smelling pretty delicious. He was really just looking for a scapegoat. Alex'd come so close to giving Ze's sister a mouthful of sass and... like... yeah. That wasn't what friends did. Alex tucked a curl of blonde behind his ear and gave Zephyr what he hoped was an innocent smile. tagged: zephyr! words: ---- notes: 8U