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Remember that box?

Who: Jeff Angel and Pit.
What: A promise to make dreamcatchers.
Where: BE-08
When: Saturday, June 19th, sometime in the morning.

The beginning of another weekend. It didn't mean much to Pit right now- lately he'd been forfeiting a lot of the free time he once had for piles of homework that were stacked in his mental to-do list. A good deal of the times he sat himself down to commit to assignments, the sun's inviting rays drew his focus away from the drab white and black of essays and worksheets and made his mind play in it. Soon, he would wind up thinking about something completely different, and lo and behold, Pit was snagged in a daydream.

He thought about this problem that morning when he sat near the end of his bedpost, cereal bowl in lap, spoon in his mouth. Stupid homework... He had friends he wanted to spend time with! But ah, work was so important... Palutena would not condone him slacking off. He had been lost in dreams when he should be paying attention to the work in front of him. But as he shuffled back through the hallways to wash his bowl clean, another thought hatched. Eureka!

Dreamcatchers. They caught dreams, right? Imagine if he could actually rack up all those pesky daydreams he'd been sinking in lately? Who knows if they really worked, anyway? An easy solution for sure. Haha. And Jeff said they would make them one day. That's right. Jeff said. But they hadn't done that yet. The whole idea must have been gently pushed aside for a later date. Even he forgot, just a little!

As he walked back to his room, he was inspired to ask Jeff about it. The day had barely started, so there was always all weekend to work on homework... To be honest, he missed spending quality time with his roommate. Jeff wasn't as easy to nudge into doing things with him, especially since they were both busy or off on separate agendas. He reentered and without worrying how Jeff would react, crawled on top of his roommate's bed as he ~~pouted into~~ read his book. Suddenly playful, he sat down like a cat, grinned, and pinched his toe.

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Jeff had meant more along the lines of a commission from a professional, but he supposed the Home Economics teacher was just as acceptable. Probably cheaper, but it wasn't as if he was going to show off the pillow to anyone. Besides, even if he told people from back home, the blond doubted they would believe him.

"That could work," he nodded. "Although I should probably look up designs so she has some idea what to aim for. Not to mention I'll have to think about colors that match my side of the room, and..." Jeff started mumbling to himself.

Jeff seemed highly attentive to interior decoration, Pit thought, and for some reason, it made him smile. It wasn't a completely startling fact about Jeff, but he must have been smiling because he learned something new. "Should we look them up together?" He expected Jeff to decline, but it was worth asking.

Blinking in surprise, he hadn't expected Pit to offer his help. Not that Jeff believed Pit knew the first thing about interior design, but still. The offer was...

"I... suppose so," the words left his lips before he even realized he was speaking. Covering up his surprise, he cleared his throat and continued in a confident tone. "Of course I'll have to brief you on what to look for, but two people searching would be much faster than one."

"Yes!!" he quietly cheered, fists balled and pulled against him. "Brief me, brief me!"

That... seemed like a rather odd thing to cheer about. Congrats, Pit. You just earned yourself a 'my roommate is a loony' look.

Shaking his head, he glanced over at his computer. "We may want to stop by the nearest fabric store too, just to see what they have. The more specific the request, the less chance that whoever won't mess it up."

~~only his favorite look ♥~~

"Good idea." Wow, Jeff was really going through with this, and it seemed to him like he wanted to meticulously choose the right people to tailor the pillow and pick the perfect design. Somehow, it made him feel good.

Once again, those mysterious feelings overshadowed his thoughts. They might have been summoned by looking at Jeff for a moment too long and, with his heart aglow, he found himself needing to look away in a self-conscious effort. He didn't want Jeff to notice any weird behavior! So he spoke up again with nothing to say in mind. "Do... you know what kind of fabric you need?" At least it sounded like a valid question!

Jeff could feel Pit's eyes linger on him. Was there something on the blond's face? Oh god there wasn't spinach stuck between his teeth was there? Because Jeff had that nightmare numerous times and it was always during--

Oh right. Pit had asked him a question. Instead of staring back awkwardly at his roommate, perhaps it would have be better to answer the angel. ... Right.

"I suppose I should have numerous options, just in case. But maybe silk or cashmere would look the best and still be comfortable."

Most luxurious choices! For his feathers! Why did he feel so flattered? He grinned at the floor and traced his vision across feathers, then found something new to ponder. "Oh, I hope I have enough feathers. I don't want to go plucking them out or anything!" he joked. By trying to suppress his reaction to emotions, his cheeks were hot and his body pulled tense.

Why was he thinking about them holding hands at a dumb time like this?!

"We should have enough. If not, we wait until the next molt," Jeff shrugged. For some reason, the idea of purposefully plucking the angel's feathers left a sour taste in the blond's mouth.

It's not like they were in a rush or anything. Jeff could be quite patient when necessary. ... Well okay, so maybe he wasn't the most patient person in the world, but he'd force himself to wait if need be.

Glancing over at his roommate, he noticed something seemed off. He couldn't quite place it, but something didn't seem right. He wondered why that was. Unconsciously, he took a few steps towards the brunet.

Oh no... Incoming!! Pit blushed harder and scattered his thoughts on purpose, only to have them morph into one sole entity: Jeff's coming Jeff's coming stop thinking about him! As if he could read minds! His hands clung tighter to each other behind his back and he just couldn't look at Jeff somehow.

Edited 2010-07-12 09:33 (UTC)

Just a moment before, Pit had been staring at him like there was something on his face. Now the other refused to even look in the blond's direction. What?

Okay, that was it. Eyebrows furrowing, he snapped, "What is it?" He stepped closer to the angel, trying to force Pit to look at him. If there was one thing among many things that Jeff did not like, it was people ignoring him.

He couldn't hide his expression any longer. He turned to face him and found that he was closer than he had wanted to be, and now the truth was released and in plain enough sight, a subject to interpretation. "Nothing!" he quietly attested. "Wh-why are you getting so c...lose to me, anyway!"

Funny thing is, he never tried to back up. His hand caught his wrist. And then he didn't know what to do after that, or why he did in the first place.

Jeff was about to argue that he certainly wasn't close and that Pit was just imagining things when he felt the other's hand around his wrist. Glancing down, he stared at the almost hand-holding.

That was when the blond realized just how little space there was between them. Alright, so maybe Pit had been right. But that still didn't explain why the other was acting so--

... Close proximity. A flush on the angel's face. Their bodies barely touching.

A flashback to earlier that morning played in Jeff's mind. He looked straight into the other's eyes. "Are you... still thinking about that?"

He almost wanted to explode into a million pieces, just so he wouldn't have to deal with this anymore because he was at his rope's end with trying to explain things without making it seem like he was affected and his heart was thumping so hard and they were so close they could kiss- and Jeff preferred boys-

And Jeff knew what was still on his mind.

Playing it dumb, he replied, "Nnno... I-I don't know what you're talking about..." This is bad... He couldn't let anything happen!

Hearing that stutter in the other's voice, Jeff knew that he was right. The angel was a horrible liar.

A snide comment was on the tip of his tongue. But he hesitated. Jeff had thought the topic was dropped and that they wouldn't discuss it again. But apparently it was bothering Pit more than the blond had thought. Reacting with a joke or an angry retort would just cause the angel to attempt to hide his discomfort. No, perhaps the best tactic was to be straightforward.

"I already told you," his tone was oddly calm, "You're not my type. There's no reason for you to..." worry? be scared? be embarrassed? "... over think it."

Well, okay. Maybe just hearing him try to comfort him made him feel more at ease and he could relax the building tension some. Even still, hearing he wasn't his type was... hurtful? But why should it be! That way, he wouldn't have to worry about Jeff reciprocating any weird feelings that may pop up unless they already had; he wished he knew, and he could stay out of his affairs without complicating their friendship, and for that matter, any of his other connections. What a confusing topic... Where did he stand? For some reason, and he couldn't justify the reason with evidence, he felt like he wasn't supposed to let his feelings for someone down here get to this level and then act on it. Palutena was the only one who could assure him otherwise.

Calm... down. "Look... It's weird, I know. And I'm overreacting. There's nothing so strange about anything you told me. It's just. Me. I'm the one who's weird."

Well that... wasn't the response he was expecting. Jeff quirked an eyebrow. "You're weird?" he repeated the words.

Okay, so he had called his roommate a few choice words before. Not to mention that almost everyone at the school could fall under the category of 'weird.' So what did that have to do with the current topic? At least Pit hadn't said that Jeff was in the wrong.

"Are you going to be more specific than that?"

His eye contact failed again as he glanced towards the door. "...I don't know. I just really, really don't know. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to be feeling right now."

'Supposed to be feeling.' That meant that Pit was feeling something. And that confused the angel.

How was Jeff supposed to react to that? Surely anything that he said or did would just make things awkward. And Pit was still holding his wrist.

"Alright," he replied in a reassuring tone. Whether he was trying to reassure himself or Pit, he didn't know. "That's fine. You don't have to know. It doesn't matter." Jeff wasn't even sure what he was saying anymore. "This doesn't change anything. You're still you and I'm still me and everything's exactly the same way it was before we even started this conversation."

Except that was a blatant lie. But like hell Jeff wasn't going to cling to every last shred of hope for normalcy he had.

At least his words chased away current anxieties. Maybe Jeff was right. He shouldn't overthink things too much. He should go back to being carefree and taking things as they come rather than worrying about messing up. With a deep breath, he made a small smile. "Thank you."

Pit let go of his wrist and tried to straighten out so they could recover from that awkward moment. "Sorry about that. Just so you know, I... I don't think anything's changed between us, either. And if it did, let's not let it matter. All I care about is that you're you. You're definitely right." He began taking casual steps backwards.

Pit had either believed Jeff's lie or wanted to ignore the whole situation as badly as the blond did. Regardless, Jeff appreciated the agreement.

"No need to apologize." 'If anything, I should be the one to--' "Let's just... not talk about it anymore, alright?"

He needed a distraction. Anything would do. Jeff glanced around the room. "The dream catchers," he suddenly said, "they... look good."

Huh? Oh, well that came across as a surprise, and it tickled him a little. Hard-to-impress Jeff complimented their room's new additions. Not wanting to spoil the compliment by mentioning his pleased observation, he kept quiet and instead chose to say, "Yep. Who knew just a bunch of sticks, string and feathers could make something so... presentable?"

The sloppy pile of craft supplies strewn across the middle of the floor signaled to him that they should clean up. "I guess we should pick up now," Pit said as he walked past Jeff and bent down to scoop some feathers into his palm. "I learned how to make a dreamcatcher today!"

"Good for you," Jeff rolled his eyes. He knelt down to help clean up the supplies and pack them back in the box. "I'm sure you'll be the most artistic boyscout in the campground."

The blond paused, unsure whether Pit would understand his joke. With a shrug, he continued cleaning. Oh well.

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Remember that box?

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orz for my lateness

it's fine~

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hurp durp hope i'm reading this right

you read it perfectly (let's hope next time I won't make things vague 8T)

No, it's fine. I just shouldn't tag things at 1 AM ''orz

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