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Post by Leighton Sloper on Jun 20, 2008 1:09:26 GMT -5
The bus ride felt longer than it even should have. Some how, the boy had wound up falling asleep, his green stuffed bunny cuddled tight to his chest. School had been let out not all too long ago, and already had he changed a bit. His hair was a bit darker, having kept inside a bit more, and then there was his wrist. A tattoo sat on it, quite adorably, really. There was what people called the stereotypical star, and then there was the star that he had drawn all over his notebooks since his third year, and even a few little random things, like two little stars and a heart. It was what he tended to do once in a while, this little changing thing. In truth, Leighton enjoyed changing every once in a while.
The bus coming to an abrupt halt made him jolt forwards. Not being used to this, he woke up, having wound up on the floor, his feet somehow above his head and his stuffed animal a few feet away. A slight whine escaped him as he rolled himself over and reached out to grab it. He hopped up quickly and grabbed his bag, running off of the bus quick and avoiding all eye-contact. It wasn’t often that people would see a seventeen-year-old running around with a stuffed animal like that, all clung to his chest as if he would die without it. That was how he felt, though, having actually grown up with it. It was missing one eye and his mother had to repair it so often it was no longer the same color nor had the same kind of mouth any longer; it suited him, though.
He rushed up to the home, a wide smile on his face half way up the path. It looked cozy and beautiful, the garden looking as if it had work done on it. His mother never did anything like that, too busy with her job. They didn’t have a gardener, either, his family being rather low income. It was amazing that he had wound up with the ink on his arm, but that was what he got for three years of saving up his summer allowances, and then only spending a very minimum amount of what he got for over the year. It wasn’t that his family was completely poor, but neither of them were known for coming from money and then he was quite amazed that he got a lot of the things that he did.
Once in, he was told which room he was to go to. It took him a short while to find it, but finally found his way. There was no point in pulling his clothes out of his suitcase, so it was shoved under the bed he chose. Sniffling slightly, he looked around before flopping on the bed. Now what was he doing? It was time for a nap, a proper nap, at that. Leighton was always tired, but during the summer it got worse during the day. He chose to stay up all night, sneaking out of his home and drinking with from down the street. It wasn’t a problem, but just became something that became fun and almost habitual. Not something that he couldn’t quit, but not something he would be willing to quit.
It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, his arm draped over the green rabbit. He was very content with this, and was not at all upset that this wasn’t his bed, not upset he wasn’t at home. He would soon be seeing Louis, soon be able to go and lay around with him for a while and then caught back in the same problem that had started to develop in the last month of school. This actually came to him in sleep, and it became almost fitful. Now he was almost unable to stay asleep.
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Post by Louis Weasley on Jun 20, 2008 22:08:13 GMT -5
It was taking his parents and sisters forever to get ready. Louis himself had finished packing the previous night, unlike his family. To be fair, it was really only his mother and sisters holding things up. He wasn't sure how many pairs of shoes it took a woman to survive a family reunion, but his guess was about thirty. He also wasn't sure why it mattered what they wore; they were going to be surrounded by relatives. His mother and Victoire were already promised and honestly, who would Dominique be trying to attract? It was all silly to him, but he wouldn't say anything.
At long last, the women were ready to go. Sure, Bill and Louis could have used apparition and left before them easily, but it was imperitive to Fleur that they arrive as a family. He also didn't understand the point of it, either. In a few days, Victoire would belong to her own family. A family Separate from their five-person Weasley sect. The thought upset and unsettled Louis. It was like Victoire was dying rather than getting married. At least Leighton would be there to help him get through the 'blessed' event.
Which brought him to another issue with his family having taken so long. Leighton was probably already there, already waiting for Louis with lord knows how many members of his insane, huge family. He hoped no one asked the boy anything random or potentially embarrassing and that his grandmother wasn't feeding him to death. He could remember at least one occasion where he himself had allowed Nana Weasley to feed him until he hurled it all up at bed time. That hadn't been one of his finest hours and he could only hope Leighton was able to tell Nana he was full effectively if she came at him with cupcakes.
Finally they arrived at the Burrow, and there were no signs of an over-fed Leighton. According to his grandmother, the boy hadn't come out of the room since she'd shown him to it. Louis smiled and crept up the stairs to the room, peeking in. One of the beds had a mound under the covers, which had to be Leighton. He chuckled, pulling his trunk into the room and setting it at the end of the same bunk bed Leighton was in. He slowly lowered himself onto the bed, straddling his best friend on his hands and knees.
"BOO!"
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Post by Leighton Sloper on Jun 21, 2008 0:45:03 GMT -5
Thoughts started to drift towards to his parents, and he curled up quite rightly under the covers, his arms pulling the rabbit close to his chest. Oh, how he loved his parents, but both of them being former Quidditch players caused something very horrible inside of him. He hated the sport, for it being so barbaric and violent, but they forced it down his throat, made him play it. It wasn’t long ago that he had told them he had been kicked off the team, when truthfully he had just dropped himself off the team, not wanting to fly around on the broom anymore and watch people on his team and the other teams get hurt. It wasn’t pretty, it had never been his favorite part of the game. Partially, he kind of did like the part of being closer to the action, closer to the boys in quite good shape. It was that he enjoyed, and rather nothing else.
His eyes opened wide when he felt a body drape itself around him, and a smile spread even wider across his lips. Only one person would do this, and that was Louis. He wiggled himself out of this hug and turned himself over, pulling the covers away from himself a bit in order to look at the other boy. Leighton couldn’t have been any happier than at that moment. The ability to see this boy, his best friend, in the summer time was something that that brought pure joy to him. It was flooding him, really. Now all he had to do was wait for dinner and everything would be absolutely perfect.
Slowly, he sat up and stretched, the bunny in one of his hands. Leighton didn’t care if Louis saw that he was still, even after summer had come in, that he slept with a stuffed animal. It was his comfort zone, his only way to fall asleep. Something had to be cuddled, and it was this that he was only able to cuddle. He couldn’t even count how many times since he realized he may have been falling for the red head that he wished that his rabbit was this boy that he was now staring at. His smile had turned soft, his eyes still quite tired. He was only up because of Louis, and he wouldn’t even dare complain. It was because of him that Leighton was here, away from the ones who had tried to force him to be something he wasn’t. Louis was nothing like that. Louis accepted every bit of Leighton, and that was all he could ever ask for in the entire world.
“Hey,” he yawned, rubbing at his eyes and stretching once more. “How’ve you been?”
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Post by Louis Weasley on Jun 21, 2008 16:02:16 GMT -5
Louis grinned, rolling off of Leighton and lying down beside him. He looked at the bunny, that ancient bunny that was his best friend's form of a security blanket. Louis didn't judge him or make fun of him for the bunny. He understood having something that you couldn't sleep without. For almost his entire first year at Hogwarts, one of his sisters had to sleep in his bed with him or he'd spend the entire night awake and whimpering. Of course now he slept fine on his own, mostly.
"Not bad," he answered, propping himself up on his elbow. "I missed you, how've you been? How many Quidditch games you been to," he asked, giving Leighton a knowing smile. He knew his parents were Quidditch junkies and were forcing their passion for the sport on their son. And that the boy didn't particularly like the sport, nay, hated it.
He sighed, settling into the bed, realising how drowsy the heat was making him as well. He reached out, fingers threading into the hair behind his best friend's ear, scratching. Sure, they were uncommonly physical for a pair of male friends, but it had never seemed like a problem for Louis. Girls were physical all the time, why did boys have to be any different?
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Post by Leighton Sloper on Jun 21, 2008 17:09:00 GMT -5
His eyes searched the other boy slightly, smile still on his face. Listening, he just kept remembering back to when they were only first friends and having already grown close like this. There didn’t seem to be a change on the surface of their relationship, but on the inside he felt so different towards the Weasley. It almost hurt a little to think of him in this way, knowing that nothing would really happen. It was all wishful thinking, he felt. It still didn’t make him not want to see what would happen if there was one little kiss, just once.
It was pushed right out of his mind, smiling to hear that it seemed as if Louis had been doing nicely enough. It made him happy to know that he was in such a way. Leighton frowned, though, almost immediately afterwards, and just to the word Quidditch. His nose wrinkled slightly and he looked the other way. It was a terrible word, he felt still. A huff escaped him and he shook his head in no, but a grin came back to his lips.
“Mum thinks that we should start saving up a bit for a Christmas vacation. Dad doesn’t like the thought much, but I think going to another country would be wonderful. Dad can just suck it up.”
A small laugh escaped his lips and he looked down at the rabbit. Letting go of it, he wiggled into a laying position, next to the beautiful boy next to him. His dark eyes looked up into the others and his entire expression grew a little bit softer. The boys hand playing with his hair felt nice, and he nuzzled up next to the boy, his arms now wrapped around him. He could have fallen asleep instantly, if it weren’t for his mind telling him to stay awake for just a bit longer. Still, this position was much to comfortable.
He had to let go, had to sit up again, a finger twirling with this other boys hair gently as he smiled, his eyes still searching this red-haired boy. The beauty was overwhelming, but there was just something that held him back from acting on any of the feelings he thought were there, it made things feel almost awkward. Leighton was very sure that he was in love with this boy that he was sitting with, but couldn’t ever be too sure of anything. His mind didn’t quite get to far with certain things, and this was one of those certain things. Once, he had been so sure he was in love with this girl in his Potions class; infatuation really was a bitch.
“What’ve you done this summer so far?”
Leighton knew that summer had basically just started, but some people could have done multiple things in a short period of time.
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Post by Louis Weasley on Jun 22, 2008 2:43:27 GMT -5
He settled in with his best friend, continuing to scratch behind his ear and play with his hair. Louis was always happiest with Leighton, even a little bit happier than when he was with his sisters. He wasn't sure what it was, but everything about the boy brought him joy. The fact they could be so close and that he could tell Leighton absolutely anything and not have any fear of being judged. With everybody else, even his sisters, he felt a tiny nugget of judgement at the very least. With Leighton, there wasn't any. Leighton accepted anything Louis brought to the friendship and Louis did the same for him.
"Oh, that sounds like fun," he said, cuddling close to his friend. He sighed, getting comfortable. He'd travelled to a few countries, too. They took trips to France to visit is Delcour grandparents, and went to Spain once for fun after a trip to France.
He frowned when Leighton sat up, having just gotten comfortably with him. "What have I done," he said. He thought and then shrugged. "Not a lot, really. I went on a loooot of shopping trips for the wedding, though. Merlin I look like such a queer in my dress robes, just wait," he said, laughing. "Other than that... I haven't done anything outstanding."
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Post by Leighton Sloper on Jun 26, 2008 4:45:51 GMT -5
A smile stuck gently to his lips, an arm wrapped around the other boy still. Nothing outstanding? There was slight laughter inside his head, and he couldn’t help but think that this wouldn’t last long. This many people in one place ought not to be good, something was bound to happen, secrets bound to come barreling out. Leighton was almost sure that it would be amazing that he kept this possible love he felt for the red head to come out before the week was over, whether it be with a kiss or just simple words. He was sure that if he did, it would have to be a kiss. Words seemed not sufficient enough, thinking that his best friend would think it to only mean he loved him as a friend, nothing else more. If only this boy knew what really went on inside of the dark haired boys mind.
“That’s too bad.”
Only three words emerged from his mouth. There was nothing more that he could say. How could he tell this friend of his that he was sure that he didn’t enjoy this word upon arriving at the only reason as to why he had never been interested in girls and quite enjoyed himself while watching the boys up in the air, flying on brooms? The smile had slowly slid off of his lips and his eyes became quite distant, staring blankly at a wall as he let his head tilt to the side. It took about a minute or two of this before he realized that he had completely went off into his own world and came back to where he was sitting with this beautiful boy and… more hungry than he’d really realized.
Gurgle, gurgle, GROOOOWWWWLLL
A hand came to his stomach and he furrowed his brows. How long had it been since his last meal? Or at least a snack, even. Three hours, it must have been. His land lifted from his stomach and he huffed before looking at Louis. He’d only heard stories of his grandmothers food frenzies, but never had he experienced one.
“How long until dinner?”
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Post by Louis Weasley on Jun 26, 2008 18:23:27 GMT -5
Louis smiled, hearing Leighton's stomach growl. He laughed and checked his wrist watch. "An hour," he said. "But I'm sure there is no shortage of things to eat for snacks. Nana is always trying to feed us," he continued. He sighed and leaned in against Leighton, feeling cuddly all the sudden. He laid his head on his best friend's shoulder taking in a deep breath, taking in the smell of him. It was comforting, the smell of Leighton. Louis truly enjoyed his company and would be a wreck without it for too long.
"You're my best friend," he said quietly, squeezing him a bit. He smiled, nuzzling Leighton's jaw with his nose, sighing. He lifted his head, going to plant a kiss on his cheek.
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Post by Leighton Sloper on Jun 26, 2008 18:58:37 GMT -5
Having this boy rest his head on his shoulder made Leighton lean his head to the side, now resting on top of Louis’ head. One hand came up, petting the boys hair gently and a smile stuck to him once more. His head lifted when he heard the few simple words that came from his friends lip, and he smiled a bit more. Was this his chance? Could he, indeed, go with what he thought he was feeling? There was no way to find out if he didn’t give it a shot.
His head turned, just planning to kiss the boys forehead. That wasn’t the case. Their lips gently met, and Leighton’s eyes grew wide. That hadn’t been the plan at all, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to pull away. He did, though, and rested his forehead against his best friends, a smile soft on his lips. He was almost sure that Louis was as afraid of that as Leighton had been, but was also sure that the kiss had not been intended for such a time, either.
One of Leighton’s hands came up and touched the red head’s cheek very gently.
“You… You’re much more than a friend to me…”
His voice came in a whisper, his expression as soft as anyone could have ever seen. Leighton never had a soft expression, always being crazy smiley. He never, ever, had the chance to look at someone like this, having never had the chance to tell anyone his feelings like this. He’d always been too shy, and now he was trying not to be shy at all, especially to someone he was so close to at that time.
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