JODA // I'D FOLLOW YOU DOWN - -*

[KODA SEBASTIAN PIERCE]

[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px;][style=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0.5px; padding: 7px;]Koda Pierce had several very unappealing habits and one of those happened to be how attracted his tongue was to the taste of alcohol. No, he wasn't an alcoholic, but he (and others around him) strongly believed that Koda is a slightly more relaxed person when he has a bit of that ethanol, in whatever form, in his body. Maybe a bit too relaxed at times. The probability of Koda doing something he completely regrets while drunk is probably at a nice fifty-fifty split. Licking his own soft lips, he took one more sip out of the nth beer bottle of the night and decided it was time to take off to Jamie's house. He staggered from sitting upright against a staircase in some mediocre house with people he probably didn't know. He giggled childishly as he almost stumbled with his clumsy drunken legs while he was just trying to get up off the floor. Who even invited him to this party? The party atmosphere was slowly getting killed by the dainty smell of alcohol and weed. People were dropping like flies on the couches, in pairs in the upstair rooms and some even on the corners of the house. Koda only came here because of the free beer, though he did talk with some people whom he considered acquaintances, but now he wanted to go home. Not wanting to bother his ride here (who was last seen making their way upwards with some lucky gal), he just headed out the door a bit giddy from the warm feeling in his tummy. He could take the bus on the corner. Pulling out his handy-dandy wallet, he made sure he had some change so he could at least make it to the Erikson house. Jamie had been so nice to let Koda spend his vagabond days with him. In fact, he was incredible for even putting up with Koda. Who even puts up with a boy who vomits over them? And not to mention the emotional drunk he became. The boy was no pleasure to have around with his grody personality. He was a person who was pissed off by most things. The universe was not a friend. It seemed to be the enemy during these times. Just about everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong for Koda within the last half-year. And as much as he hated to admit it, he missed his family. By family, that mostly meant Sinister who Koda hasn't seen in a while since his biological family decided to keep the cat. Did Koda really deserve Jamie's kindness? It was odd to think about it, but Koda had never done something so extraordinarily kind for him. Why would Jamie even agree to let hims tay in his house? They were friends and they did have some sort of connection, but Koda didn't honestly think he deserved this hospitality. He didn't exactly treat Jamie fairly after the hookup nor did he even treat him quite fairly now. Koda didn't treat most people fairly because he never knew how to. He was used to pretending no one mattered to him. The bus ride to Jamie's house went by fast. Koda was always told by the bus driver he was a "kick" to talk to when he was drunk. Koda only wished someone videotaped these bus rides because people apparently had a good laugh and made inside jokes with him, he could barely remember. The upside to Koda being durnk was always simple, he was a much laid back person and smiled a hell of a lot more. People would usually say to see Koda smile was like seeing a dog on it's hind legs. He often wondered what people thought about him. What Jamie, his current roomie, thought about him. Did they find as much disgust as he did for himself? Getting back to Jamie's house, Koda found himself walking backwards, stumbling, laughing a bit, and then stumbling again before finally reaching the Erikson residence. With a bat of his blue eyes, he knocked on the door not even caring who heard. JAMIE, I'M HOME! he uncontrollably giggled like a small toddler. OPEN THE DOOR. PWEASE. I HAVE TO PEE. I DON'T ACTUALLY HAVE TO PEE. I JUST WANT YOU TO GET HERE FASTER. AND I MISS SINISTER SO MUCH! His voice as calm as a radioactive explosion. [/style]

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[JAMES ARTHUR ERIKSON]

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[atrb=style,background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/jqjdld.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #cacaca; border-bottom: 5px solid #cacaca; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.9][style=font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] Jamie stared at the ceiling of his bedroom, the fading neon of his glow-in-the dark stars burning into his retina. Another night, alone in the house. The old two-story creaked and groaned against the summer breeze, making Jamie’s bones ache. It has been a long, quiet week for the senior boy. A week of avoiding his parents questions about after high school and the future. Honestly Jamie just wanted to curl up in bed all day, cuddled under the covers with a few good books, for the rest of his life. The young man didn’t have ambition; he didn’t have academic passion or a strong work ethic. All he had were books and words and feeling and memories, things that didn’t amount to money or pride. Jamie let out a deep, tired sigh. He felt restless and lazy at the same time, a most deadly combination that the young man was plenty accustomed to. Why was the house so empty anyways, so quiet? Jamie’s parents were home, long asleep in their bed down the hall. His brother was off at school, doing some kind of summer internship at his college. Still, in the last few weeks Jamie had thought that he would have a lot less time to himself. When koda had told him that he had been kicked out of his house, Jamie’s immediate offer to let Koda stay at his place wasn’t entirely altruistic. Sure, as his friend Jamie wanted Koda to be happy and felt that it was entirely unfair that he had been put out on the street. His parents, on the other hand, never cared much about anyone’s sexuality and didn’t ask many questions. As long as Koda didn’t cause trouble or interrupt their quiet, bookish lives they really didn’t even notice he was there. But those weren’t the only reasons the situation was ideal. What Jamie wanted was more time with Koda. Time to observe and understand the young man that he found himself increasingly infatuated with. Who he hung out with, what he ate for breakfast, what he did when he had nothing else to do? Jamie was fascinated with, as he always was when it came to people, the tiny intricacies and simply moments that made up their lives. Unfortunately, his plan wasn’t working out so perfectly. Koda was almost never in the house, he was almost never around long enough for Jamie to see him walking out the door. Suddenly there was a rapping at the door, startling Jamie out of him melancholia. Suddenly the voice of the boy he had just been thinking about came resounding through the silent, creaking house. Jamie started, his heart leaping into his throat as he leapt out of bed. What did Koda think he was doing, making so much noise this late?! Clad in his briefs and a white tee shirt, Jamie bounded out of his room, sliding down the hall and taking three steps at a time down the stairs. He rushed to the back door, breathless. Wrestling with the lock, Jamie finally yanked the door open, wide eyed and panting. ”What are you crazy? It’s nearly two am! Couldn’t you have just shot me a text?” There was Koda, standing on his back porch with wild eyes and wilder hair. Drunk. Smiling like a fool. Jamie wanted to scream at him, to reprimand him for being so careless. If his parents woke up because of this, Jamie would never hear the end of it. But that smile, that sweet totally happy smile that rarely graced Koda’s face made Jamie pause. He didn’t want to fight. The late night air blew in, chilling Jamie and making him shiver. ”Come on, get in here.” He grabbed Koda by the hand, pulling him inside and shutting the door. His skin was warm against Koda’s, who’s must have been cold from the trip home. Suddenly with the door closed they were drenched in the darkness of the downstairs hall, hand in hand. Jamie’s heart pounded in his chest. Didn’t Koda see how much he cared about him? He went out of his way to take care of the other boy but all of his efforts seemed rarely noticed. He was distracted, and Jamie was one of many orbital presences in his life. Not wanting Koda to continue shouting, Jamie stood close to him and whispered, ”Keep it down, okay?” He smiled teasingly, though it was invisible in the dark hall, ”Welcome home, Koda. Did you have a good night?” He pulled the boy towards the stairs, ”Come on, I have a full glass of water in my room with your name on it.” There was really no telling how Koda would react but Jamie was feeling particularly lonely and hoped that Koda would at least give him a few minutes of his attention as he sobered up. . jamie wants to cuddle . lots of words . just for trey .

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[KODA SEBASTIAN PIERCE]

[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px;][style=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0.5px; padding: 7px;]Giggling every second he had to wait, he could here steps on the other side of the door and the knob was jiggled before it swun open with the familiar figure of his friend standing in the doorway. What a lovely sight at this time. When Jamie Erikson opened the door, Koda still managed to hold on to the giddy, alcohol-induced smile of his. Despite all the words of admonition, the smile kept unbroken in the cold outside. His oceanic blue eyes glanced across his friend like he hadn't seen him in a while, which may have been true depending on one's definition of a while was. And for once, he was able to admire the physical build of his friend once again. I'm sorry. I just...I forgot. And yeah...I don't know where I put my phone, he said while patting around himself, Oh it's in my pockets...when did I put that there? SIlly me. And soon enough, Jamie lightened up, pulling Koda inside. A sudden warm feeling was rushed onto him. The house seemed so homely in comparison to the last house of wild, adolescent teens. This house didn't smell of booze and sex, which was a nice change. With Koda's hand in Jamie's, he felt almost relieved that he had come home with such a warm welcome despite the current cirumstances. Koda had always wondered if he was more trouble than it was worth. Though his mind was a tad bit slower than usual at the moment, he still thought why Jamie was just the nicest person to Koda, if Koda truly wasn't nice. It was so dark, Koda couldn't see anything but the outline of Jamie's body and the gradiation of each dark curve on his body. And there they were. Standing with each other's company for a split second until Jamie spoke again and tugged him toward the stairs. Oh yeah. I had some fun. No one was really there to keep me company though, he sighed a bit as he continued, And my ride was busy shagging some girl so that'swhy I took the bus. But without any warning, Koda went ahead of Jamie up the stairs and their hands untwisted from their linked state. Tiptoing his way up the stairs, he made a dash to Jamie's room and flung himself on Jamie's bed. He almost dozed off between the time he left Jamie downstairs and the time Jamie was able to make his way into the room. But once Jamie walked in, Koda's blue eyes weren't going to close into a dull, dark slumber, yet. He stared up at Jamie, before desperately wiggling into the covers that were so comfortable at the moment. He smiled. These covers are comfortable, Jamie. By the way I forgot to tell you before: Nice boxers, he gave a waggle of his dark brows before turning his face into the mattress like a bashful ditz. The rare pink blush of his cheeks was hidden in the darkness. Koda was feeling playful tonight...like he always was. But he didn't think he could ever take it anywhere. The last time he was playful with Jamie, well the hookup that made their friendship a tad complicated happened, and there wasn't really anything he would hate more than complicating their relationship.Plus Koda had no idea what Jamie felt about him...or what he felt about Jamie. It was all a mix of emotional blurs he didn't want to visit tonight. Koda made amends to himself that he wouldn't complicate his life any further than it had already been. He felt stressed and adding more things to worry about meant only more stress. That risk he couldn't take just yet while he was still basically homeless. Once Jamie moved on, where would Koda go? When he was with his parents, the boy at least had a backup plan of staying with them when he graduated. But now, he had no fallback. What if he didn't even make it into a college? Plenty of kids with exceeding grades didn't because there was that money issue, which Koda had none of. And there was just not enough scholarship money to be given to just anyone and Koda was just anyone. No one found anything interesting about him. Unless they liked verbal abuse or watching someone else get verbally abused. Do you want some of the blanket ,too? he patted the other side of the bed with his hand, There's plenty of room. He had already made himself comfortable underneath the covers in Jamie's bed. Also I was thinking...why did you let me stay here? You don't think I'm nice. He was sure to keep his voice low like Jamie said and sighed, before wrapping a pillow into his arms and placing his head on it as if to cuddle with it. [/style]

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[JAMES ARTHUR ERIKSON]

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[atrb=style,background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/jqjdld.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #cacaca; border-bottom: 5px solid #cacaca; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.9][style=font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] Jamie rolled his eyes as Koda fished for his phone. He’d been drunk so often lately that Jamie was rarely surprised with his latest antics. In all honesty, the frequency of Koda’s drunken state was beginning to concern Jamie, though the young man would never say that out loud. He knew that Koda was going through a hard time, what with his recent breakup and getting kicked out of his house. The young man had every right to be spending the summer having fun and not stressing out, it just seemed like he was going a bit far. Every time he went out alone, Jamie worried that something bad would happen to him. Jamie was too shy to offer to join Koda wherever he went. On a few occasions the two of them ended up at the same party as a simple coincidence, and it made Jamie sigh with relief, knowing that he could keep an eye on Koda and sweet-talk him into coming home rather than falling into someone’s bed. Jamie sighed softly. If you want company Koda… all you have to do is ask… He smiled and let Koda bound ahead of him, tiredly taking the stairs one step at a time. He idly wondered if Koda would run off to the spare bedroom that had been designated as his or if he would run into Jamie’s room. He smiled a little bit to himself when he saw Koda turn and head into his room. By the time he got to his room, Koda had already made himself comfortable. Jamie shook his head at him, bemused. Koda was always one to make himself feel right at home. Jamie smiled brilliantly and blushed even more brilliantly at Koda’s comment, standing awkwardly in the doorway and wishing he’d been wise enough to pull on a pair of PJ pants at the very least. If he did now, it would only be more awkward and make him look like a prude. Instead, Jamie lifted up the end of his covers and began to tug off Koda’s shoes. ”You’re getting my bed all dirty Koda, I’m taking your shoes off.” He yanked them off with little grace and tossed them behind him blindly. He walked over to the bedside table and picked up the clean and crisp glass of water that he’d set out. There were too actually, but Jamie didn’t feel the need to mention that. No point in telling Koda that he’d sort of expected the other boy to come home wasted and planned accordingly. He watched Koda snuggle himself into the soft blankets; he loved when Koda stopped brooding for a little while and relaxed, even if the drinking did worry him. Koda’s playful side was so adorable, Jamie couldn’t help but feel enamored with him. He shook his head, trying to keep in mind that Koda only wanted to be his friend and nothing else. And what, if he wanted more? Jamie had never dated a guy before; he’d never been seen with anything other than girls. Not that he cared what people thought, but it was still something that held him back. Dating girls was easy. He knew what to give them to make them happy, what to expect from them, what they wanted. Koda was different—Jamie never knew what to do with him. The dark-hair boy was a total mystery to him. Jamie smiled at Koda’s offer, ”Yeah, I think I’d like some of my own covers, thanks Koda.” He had a light but dry tone in his voice, and sat down on the bed, pulling his legs up to sit cross-legged. ”Here, drink some of this. It’ll make you feel better.” He held the glass out, hoping Koda didn’t spill. He’d just changed these sheets the other day. Jamie pulled the covers up around his legs, staying in a sitting position. If he laid down, there was a good chance his feelings would overtake his thoughts and one thing would lead to another. Jamie tried to be especially careful around Koda when he was drunk—if they ever hooked up again he wanted it to be when they were both sober, so there were no excuses. He didn’t want to be someone that Koda just used when he was lonely or horny, because he was conveniently always home. Still, the idea of reaching out and touching Koda’s soft hair, or grasping Koda’s chin between his thumb and finger to pull him in for a kiss was unbelievably tempting. Memories of that night still held strong, and Jamie hadn’t gotten much action elsewhere in the recent past. It turns out having a sad, frequently drunk teenage boy to entertain and keep alive took up more of Jamie’s time than he had expected. Not that he really minded in the least—Jamie was more of an introvert and only went out when he felt like he really was in need of some company or good product. Jamie blinked back his surprise at Koda’s question. He turned and turned on the soft, dim bedside lamp on his side table. In the light he could only just see Koda’s face and the outline of his form under the covers. His heart jumped into his throat, feeling guilty for making Koda feel the way he did. He glanced away, thinking. Jamie was good at saying what people wanted him to say, but had never been good at really saying what was on his mind. He didn’t want to just weave together some bullshit to make Koda happy—he felt the need to be honest with the other boy. Finally he looked back at him, long lashes heavy as he said, ”I was only joking when I said you weren’t nice. Koda… I know you’re going through a hard time. I’m letting you stay because I’d worry about you if you weren’t here. We’re friends, I couldn’t just let you live in the street!” The idea of Koda having nowhere to stay made Jamie angry just thinking about it. How could anyone just kick Koda out? First his parents and then Seb… well Jamie didn’t even want to get started thinking about him. He shook his head, ”I don’t know… you’d do the same for me wouldn’t you?” Jamie tipped his head to the side, suddenly feeling anxious. He didn’t really want to know what Koda thought of him, it was too scary to contemplate. ”Anyways, I’m going to make a list for when my mom goes to the store tomorrow. Is there anything you need other than whatever we have for dinner all week?” Jamie felt desperate to change the conversation, not sure of where it was headed. . Jamie wants to cuddle . lots of words . just for trey .

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[KODA SEBASTIAN PIERCE]

it isn't that hard boy to like you (or love you) ,

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The only one who ever saw his more soft-spoken side while sober was Sebastian, and it didn't really matter because if it weren't for Jamie, Koda would be on the streets or back home living a miserable, repented life that was surrounded by homophobia. Jamie offered a lot more than Koda had seen. Much more than a place to stay. Being around very little periods of times, the boy never saw the tiny hints, the careful attention Jamie tried to give him, or any of that. Koda saw the palpable, the obvious, and the explicit. He never looked past that. He didn't mingle with the details of things. Kept it simple and moved on. Maybe that's where his last relationship went wrong and off the rails. If he saw how much he was hurting Sebastian, maybe it would never have ended. Either way it was surely over, but Koda still felt the guilt Sebastian managed to sting into him with the last argument they had. Hadn't seen much of him since and didn't plan on it. He poked his head out of the ball he curled up intpo, blue eyes peering as Jamie took off Koda's shoes. Sorry, he said softly placing his head gently back onto the bed. He could hear the thumps the shoes made on the floor as they fell down from Jamie's toss. Koda couldn't even tell himself what shoes he had on at the moment. He was too tired to crank out any abstract thought or really any coherent flow of thoughts in general. Jamie joined Koda, but rather sitting. Koda rolled over to face him and acknowledge the fact he was still awake rather than dosing off. Hesitantly, he took the glass of water, propped his back up, and took a gulp before handing it back to Jamie. His eyes held onto his before he plopped himself back down onto the bed. Jamie was a new personality Koda needed to familarize himself with. And in that moment, Koda realized himsef that he barely spent any time with Jamie. The boy takes him into his home behind his parents back, and Koda doesn't even try to keep him company, invite him places. This is exactly why Sebastian ended up hating him. He was doing it again. It's not about the whole needing a place to stay either. Jamie wasn't any sort of boyfriend, but he didn't deserve being ignored. They could at least bond over something. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt someone like he hurt Sebastian. He let out a sigh, listening to Jamie. Oh, okay then. As he listened to what Jamie said, it only confirmed what Koda was thinking. Koda was still an asshole. Whether drunk, depressed, sober, or happy. Jamie had done a lot and he actually cared and he gave a damn about Koda and he probably looked for some sort of positive response. And Koda's responses to everything had been going out, getting drunk, and fooling around with guys that seemed adequately attractive in his eye. Yeah thanks Jamie. And yeah. I would help you out. You're a cool guy and if you needed it, then I would help out. He actually did feel awful now. About a lot. His blue eyes staring at Jamie, not into his eyes though. If he stared into Jamie eyes, he felt insecure that Jamie would notice the immediate guilt that swarmed in. And it felt weird to know you could make the same mistake twice and not even realize it. No, I don't need anything. But look Jamie. You're an awesome guy. And thank you for letting me stay. I don't think I could really have a better roommate. Even if we did meet under awkward circumstances. But that doesn't amtter because I'm just glad I met you anyways. Closing his eyes for a second, he just wanted to take a quick rest. But he had all this energy now, encouraged by the overwhelming feeling that he wronged Jamie in every way he possibly could so far. No decent hello, no decent goodbye. Not a decent conversation with the guy except for when he was drunk. His blue eyes opened wide again, and he kissed Jamie's knee then rolled back over facing away. If he spoke again, he felt he'd just dig himself into a ditch of some sort. But his alcohol-dipped tongue couldn't resist it. He always had to say what was on his mind. Jamie, I'm sorry because you're putting more effort into this and I'm not doing shit. You've been a good friend. And this is the exact same thing that happened to me and Sebastian and I don't want to ruin a perfectly good friendship because I'm a dumbass and I like to screw around the city. And I'm really sorry you have to deal with me. But I think you're an amazing friend. And I feel like I'm just being a shitbag sitting in my own self-pity. And I'm sorry I haven't been around. He sighed, still turned the other way. He had the stupid idea of suddenly feigning sleep by snoring, but Koda wasn't an actor. And Jamie wasn't an idiot.So he just stood there, eyes open, waiting for a response.

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no stealing pwease.
love, shrimp.

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