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Baby come back

Who: Pit, Jeff Angel
What: ~~make up~~ ~~make out~~ make up make out log
When: Oct. 26th
Where: outside, on campus
Warnings: tsunderes and teh ghey I mean no I mean yeah okay

It had been over a week since Pit moved out. It had taken less than that for Jeff to start spending all his time in the library in order to avoid their room. His room.

Not that he would ever admit it out loud, but sometimes silence wasn't always golden. Of course he enjoyed the solidarity for the first few days. He could listen to his music as loud as he wanted. He could stretch out in the room, not worrying about being presentable in another's company. He didn't have to listen to energetic babbling about the stupidest, most obvious things ever. It was bliss.

Or at least it had been. And then the silence set in. Jeff started to realize that it was a little more difficult to focus on his homework without the angel's constant chattering in the background. And that listening to his music was boring without the angel randomly dancing in the middle of the room. And that maybe, just maybe, sitting by himself in that suddenly large room was just the tiniest bit... lonely.

He could never say that, though. Especially not to the angel's face. So that was why he was currently on his way to the library. To pick out some more books to read. And certainly not so he could distract himself from that silent, empty room.

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The heavy door to the library closed with a finalizing thunk. Cradled in Pit's arms were books, but in his mind there settled stressful and distant thoughts.

Yeah, living with Lash and Kumatora had been a blast! Every day, he spent time with two of his exciting friends, and every night had almost been like a sleepover or a party. Time had fed him grief in tiny dealings at first. Once in every blue moon came a stab of rue, regret for leaving Jeff and their room behind in such a fierce and abrupt manner. Whenever a day had been added to the length of stay, the sour feelings would poke at him more often. Finally, by the end of the week, they were so suffocating that his mind had been wrapped up in a constant state of wistfulness and apology, yet it was either his shameful pride or fearful insecurity that didn't allow him to simply walk over and settle their differences diplomatically and with grace. What would Jeff say? How would it make him look if he went back on his words? He couldn't just... do that! No matter how much he missed him. He pressed himself into this mess. These were the consequences.

But circumstances were about to walk them into each other. As Pit turned a corner, he caught sight of Jeff Angel and felt a buzzing shock take over. Eyes widening, he nearly lost his books to gravity's bidding, and his steps clopped in a messy order to stop him from walking any further. "J-Jeff!" he cried.

Hearing his name, he glanced toward the angel.

Oh.

Jeff's stomach curled and his mouth became dry. Of course they were going to run into each other. They went to the same school, after all. It was simply a matter of time. But the blond hadn't expected it so suddenly.

Then again, he had half-wished that the angel would come crawling back and beg for forgiveness. What a foolish hope.

He nodded, acknowledging the other's presence. Suddenly, he felt the need to say something. Anything. Preferably something that would make the angel regret his decision of moving out.

"So... how's the constant sleepover party going?"

Ulp. Jeff got the exact response he'd been wanting.

"...Great!" All of a sudden, he couldn't look him in the eyes straight anymore. "Living with Lash and Kumatora is great!" His true feelings were forced into submission by a stronger sense to protect that he meant what he said. "What about you? Enjoying the peaceful sanctuary of your empty room?" The last sentence may have had a slight bitter tinge to it.

Jeff bristled. Of course Pit would say he enjoyed it. Everything was sunshine and rainbows and sparkles for the brunet and his ridiculous amount of friends. How disgustingly sweet.

"Oh definitely," he growled. Ah, but that was letting on too much emotion. Wouldn't want to give the angel the pleasure of know just how annoyed Jeff was. Clearing his throat, the blond glanced towards the library. "It's been amazing. I can finally relax in peace. I'm surprised I didn't complain directly to the headmaster before about sharing a room." His lips threatened to twitch downward in a frown, but he quickly caught himself.

He expected an answer like that. This would all go in circles. Jeff wasn't really... glad he was gone, was he? How could he know? Living with Jeff for so long accustomed him to the variability of his behavior- he would often feel one way, but act another. He wasn't entirely sure whether Jeff meant what he said or not. Pit's own defenses were dropping fast, and whatever comfort and social confidence he had left to feign completely dispersed into a dodgy glance and a thin, tensed mouth. Pit was not an actor. He held his books close.

"Well... good," was all he had to show.

They fell into an awkward silence. Jeff shifted his weight from one foot to the other. This wasn't what he wanted to happen. And yet it was exactly what he had expected. If he wasn't in such a sour mood, he would've laughed.

As it stood, neither of them wanted to bring up the real topic. Then again, maybe it was all in Jeff's head. Pit was hardly a believable liar, but Jeff's own insecurities caused him to believe the angel's words. After all, why wouldn't Pit be happier with his other friends? It wasn't as if Jeff was the most exciting, fun person to be around.

And yet Pit had stayed by his side anyway. Despite all their previous arguments, the brunet had never actually stormed out before. As loathe as he was to accept the blame, Jeff had pushed Pit to that point.

Without even thinking, the words escaped his lips. "Well, if you ever get bored, you could always come--" He clamped his mouth shut, refusing to speak further. No, that would be admitting that he was wrong out loud. He shouldn't have even said that first part anyway. A sign of weakness.

Pit perked up to that offer, even heightening his posture to it. "Yes? Yes?" he urged, pushing him to continue. This was the first sign! A hopeful sign!

Damn it, Pit had heard. Jeff wanted to laugh it off, make a haughty reply to crush the angel's hopes. To show him that the blond was doing fine on his own. That he didn't need the other's company.

But if Pit's hopeful tone was real, that meant he also wanted to--

How utterly pathetic. There he was, practically about to beg Pit to come back. Where was his pride? Jeff was disappointed in his own behavior.

"That's..." he faltered. All snarky comments left him. He couldn't think of a single insult. Gritting his teeth, he thought, How the mighty have fallen.

Taking a deep breath, he forced out a reply, "Why... does it even matter to you?"

"Because it almost sounded like..." What to say... He cut to the chase.

"Do you miss me?"

Jeff sucked in a frantic, unsteady breath. How direct and... well, honest. Pit was asking him outright about his feelings. Without saying his own first, Jeff bitterly noted.

"That's... I... Why would you..." He was fumbling. Oh god it was so painfully obvious. Even his angry tone was half-assed. Damn the angel for putting him in this sort of situation.

But Jeff wasn't about to give up. In a last ditch effort to save face, he snapped, "Why? It almost sounds like you want me to miss you."

Pit's eyes sunk down to his feet. Almost embarrassed to say this, given the situation and Jeff's brewing emotional storm, he chose to continue the point he was trying to get at. "No, I just wanted to make sure. That's all."

"No."

Although it wasn't a direct answer, Jeff's brain automatically associated the negative word to the unspoken 'did you miss me too?' He knew that it was an assumption and that he hadn't actually asked the question, but he couldn't help the uncomfortable sensation of disappointment settling in his stomach.

"Oh," he muttered.

This wasn't getting anywhere. As he stood quietly, the sickening feeling in his gut deepened and swelled until it had spread up to his chest and tightened around his heart. He took a hesitant breath.

And then he let out a quiet chuckle. It started out no more than an unsure breath, slowly gaining volume. "Of course," he mumbled. "I wouldn't have expected you to." Jeff glared at the ground, not even aware of the minute wetness at the corners of his eyes.

Jeff was definitely acting a little funny, laughing so softly like that and hanging his head. "Huh? Expected me to-" That's when he noticed something even stranger about Jeff's behavior. From his point of view, he appeared more disheartened than anything else, and Pit immediately felt responsible.

"....Jeff? Hey. What's going on? Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm okay!" he shouted, his voice cracking slightly. Oh god, how humiliating. This day just kept getting worse and worse. The only way he could get more pathetic was if he started crying--

Oh no. Oh those better not have been the beginnings of tears in his eyes. He quickly wiped them away. Jeff refused to sink that low. That would've been the last straw.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." His cheeks slightly colored, and the only thought that ran through his head was the desire not to be there anymore. All he wanted was to run away and hide under his covers. But that would mean going back to that empty room.

Mumbling to himself, he glared at the ground, "I hate how empty it is..."

It was just as he feared. Pit checked the halls for Jeff's sake, in case someone might see and embarrass his friend, before gathering himself closer to the other boy, wanting desperately to reassure him. It weighed heavily on his heart that he was the one who pushed him to this point by being rashly charged and childish about the dissension a week ago, and alarm bells were shrieking in his mind. Jeff never cried! He'd never seen a single tear seep down his face! And now...

Hearing nothing of the last mumble, his voice dipped to a whisper as he repeated his name again. "Jeff..." He balanced the small stack of books in one arm. Prepared for a negative reaction but boldly doing so, Pit's fingers gently collected Jeff's chin to lift his head up. He was being as gentle as possible because his heart was reaching out too.

Jeff was naturally against physical interaction with other people. As the angel grabbed his chin, his gut reaction was to glare and sneer an insult. But in his unbalanced state, he just didn't have the heart. So instead, he settled for a half-felt glare through misty eyes. He was just grateful that he had wiped his eyes before any tears could fall.

"What?" he harshly whispered. Even his voice seemed to disobey him. The angel probably thought he was a pathetic mess. Thankfully there was no one else around. But the fact that Pit, someone who probably knew more about the blond than anyone else, was seeing him in such a state was humiliating enough. Maybe the most humiliating.

"I think I have something to say to you." As much as Pit wanted to hug him at the moment, he resisted, toeing the limits at his brief touch. Any ill feelings towards the other boy had been abandoned. As far as he was concerned, his previous actions warranted that he step down and confess his wrongdoing to amend their friendship. It was the real course of action he should take. What a fool he had been...

"I'm. I'm sorry. For what I did at that day. I shouldn't have been so mad like that." Strangled for words, he took a breath and a moment to fish around for some more. "And then I pretended my feelings were something else, boasted I was having soooo much fun just to prove a point- a point that wasn't even true. Um, that point... here's the point I was trying to hide." He pulled an awkward face, glanced away for a moment, then landed his eyes back on Jeff. "The point is... I missed you."

Pit had finally caved. To say Jeff wasn't relieved would be lying. But the angel's words still managed to cause the blonde's cheeks to flush a delicate pink.

Those were the words Jeff had waited for. Pit was the first one to say them. It should've been a victory. Jeff should've gloated over the other, sneered and replied 'of course you did, I'm just that amazing and missable' but the words died in his throat.

Instead, a small, barely visible smile crossed his lips. "Y-yeah," he tried to sound haughty, but his voice came out weak and mumbled. "I know... I mean I... I, ah..." His blush darkened. "I... might've... missed you too... maybe."

Awkward face? Prepare to be replaced by unbreakable grin. Pit laughed, laughed and then gave in to his impulse- he dropped his books and flung himself at Jeff. He cared! He was putting up a front all along! Why should there have been any room for second guessing? He was just being his stubborn old self, no matter how much his words stung that night!

"Then things can go back to normal! I can come back and sleep in my own bed! I won't be too loud or invasive, I promise! You know, Jeff, Lash's place may be fun and all, but I think I've come to realize that our room is the place I belong." Warm feelings seized control over Pit and he seemed to transform into the happy, bubbly angel Jeff saw when he didn't have a care in the world anymore. He'd been so long without him and the tension had been so new and powerful that it felt like months, not a week. His touchy-feely end was flaring and he indulged himself in the warmth around Jeff's shoulders, the faint scent of him.

"I won't run away again!" He rested his head there.

Jeff immediately stiffened as the other threw himself at the blond. The chin grabbing might have been an intrusion on his personal bubble, but this was too much. "Hey! Stop--! That's--!" he shot the other an annoyed, angry glare, but his cheeks were still pink. Wriggling in the angel's grasp, he made no move to remove the other's arms.

"You--" Jeff barked, but his voice left him when Pit placed his head on Jeff's shoulders. Biting his tongue, he glared off to the side. He argued to himself that it would be less of a hassle to just let the angel have his clingy way than to make a big fuss about it.

"Yeah, well... You better not touch any of my stuff without permission. That goes for your stupid pet too," he huffed. After a moment of hesitation, he mumbled, "Welcome back... or whatever..."

He squeezed him in one last hug before letting go and saying, "I won't, I won't! Just as long as you pick your mood up once in a while," he teased.

"Pick my mood?" Jeff repeated. "What the hell does that even mean?" Folding his arms, he snorted. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Mood UP," he pointed out, jumping down to scoop the books back up into a neat pile against his chest again. "Pick it UP! Like I did with my books."

Scowling, Jeff glared off to the side. "There's nothing wrong with my mood. I only get annoyed or angry when someone does something stupid. Which, at this school, is most of the time."

"If you saaay so. Come on, let's go pack my stuff so we can bring it back to our room! ...Well. You don't have to. But I'm gonna." Pit was all sunshine and sparkles right now, and there was a distinctive bounce in his step as he ran a half-circle around Jeff, orienting himself in preparation for running to Lash's dorm.

"Alright, alright," Jeff threw up his hands in mock-surrender. Following behind the other, he suddenly thought of something.

"They're... not going to be mad or anything that you're leaving, right?" Lash and Kumatora were some of the last people Jeff wanted to get angry at him. Both were rather known for explosive and violent behavior. Something the blond most definitely wanted to avoid.

"Them? Nahhh. Maybe disappointed, but they should have expected it to happen!" He took a few steps backwards, looking at Jeff as he did so. "I mean, the RAs were breathing down my neck the whole time! I could tell they were waiting for a good chance to throw me out of there. If I didn't pack up on my own, the RAs would get me. So they should see it coming."

Jeff paused mid-step. The RAs had wanted Pit to leave the girls' room? Well sure, mixed gender rooms weren't really accepted. But Pit acted so immature that Jeff could've swore the other was asexual. Though previous memories and awkward confrontations contradicted that statement. Said thoughts were immediately ignored.

"Oh... I see," he cleared his throat. "Well, good thing you're moving back then."

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"Me too."

Both of them made a journey to Lash's room in another building. Being part-time student, she taught a class, so that put her in the position of having an apartment instead of a dormitory- it was big. Pit had a key and he slid it into the hole, twisted it, then opened the door, all with one hand. He wasn't sure who would be there. "I'm ho-ome," he sang, pushing the door open and giving Jeff some leeway to enter.

Pit even had a key? Geez, those girls must've really trusted him. The blond really hoped Lash and Kuma hadn't grown too attached to the angel living with them. At least enough to act violently in response to the brunet moving back in with him.

Jeff stayed quiet as Pit opened the door. He peered inside, not quite sure whether to enter or not. But since the angel had left the door opened, the blond ventured inside. And stayed by the doorway. Just in case he needed to make a quick getaway.

A quick getaway was a very good idea right now because suddenly...guns! They popped out of the walls and pointed at him, the hum of the warming-up lasers the only sound in this otherwise silent room.

"Intruder Detected" a robot voice spoke.

And in a timely fashion Lash, from one of the rooms, appeared with her gun also raised. She quickly put it down when she saw Pit.

"Hey! I guess something malfunc-" And then she saw Jeff. "....oh." She took out a small controller and pressed a button on it. The guns moved back to their place.

Edited 2010-10-31 21:46 (UTC)

Oh god oh man oh god suddenly guns and lasers pointed at him oh god why did the room even have a security system like that? Jeff stiffened and stayed perfectly still, an obvious 'deer in headlights' stance. His eyes snapped between Pit and Lash until the guns popped back into place.

But he wasn't about to put down his guard. Who knew what other crazy shit these crazy girls had? The room probably had booby traps or something equally insane and asinine.

"Yes, well, 'hello' to you too," he scowled. Talk about a lack of manners.

Pit was giving Lash hands on his hips and a particularly hard stare, one that spoke: why did you have to go and do that to him? He cleared his throat and tried to forgive her nature as he walked in and set his books down on the couch to get a'packin.

"Lash, I'm gonna move back in with Jeff now. We're done being mad at each other." His face brightened instantly when he turned to look at her. "Thanks for having me stay! It was fun."

Hey, her hips spoke back and they say people I don't want in here, get the security, it isn't my fault.

"Oh good!" She obviously sounded a little bit disappointed at the turn of events. But it was to be excepted eventually, right? Right. "It was...fun to have you here." Hopefully he'd forgive her about the episode with the drooling. She gave Jeff and small glare before giving Pit a hug. "Well it's not that hard to find me right? Plus you're still in my class!" That felt so grown up to say. Noooo she was growing up.

Oh yeah, there was someone else here. She looked at Pit, released him from the hug and looked at Jeff.

"I guess you've never been here before eh? Tee hee hee! Welcome to the most amazing rooms in the teacher and student dorms!"

Oh Jeff saw that small glare all right. He shot her one right back. And his body language made it pretty apparent that he didn't want to be there.

Her giggling didn't help much either. "No, I haven't. And I don't plan on coming back anytime soon." Or ever. He was about to snap out a comment about how lame the interior decorating was, but then he remembered the guns.

"Yup! Oh, come on, Jeff! Be a little bit more civil." Part of Jeff's cold feelings towards the room (and maybe Lash) could be understood, but he decided to make that comment anyway- mainly because Jeff was fun to hassle when he was snappy sometimes. He just hoped he wouldn't make any problems escalate- his facial expression should indicate he was only joking, right? Something about the air between the two...

...Well. Maybe he should pack a little faster. Hug received, he bent down to shove school-related articles into his bag. "So much stu-uuff~"

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