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The Love That He Wants	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Your roommate has arrived," came a familiar voice that followed the visual eclipse. "Guess who?"
"Hmm.. Is it a freestyle dancer, looks like a pirate from Peter Pan," he laughed from the annoyed huff. "And is dating one of my closest friends?" He turned around. "Gasper! Hey!"
"A pirate is bad enough, but from Peter Pan? What do I do with that sort of description?"
Toboe teased. "Develope a complex of always going-against-the-grain." He grabbed the outstretched hand, and patted Gasper on the back as he was doing to him in the one-arm hug. "This is amazing; we're roommates for real?"
"Unless this isn't room five."
"It's five; but, what are the odds. I thought I was gonna get stuck with a weirdo, or a: "lights out now" nerd."
"I thought I'd get some jerky jock, who'd use me as training equipment."
Toboe grinned. "Must be fate that we met, we just keep bumping into each." He sat on his bed; his body bounced once, and when he settled from the slight elevation, his bangle clattered to the floor. His brow furrowed. That's never happened before, his armwear fits just right. The engraving company must have expanded the metal a bit when writing on it. He bent over and picked it up.
Gasper watched as Toboe slid the accessory back on, then gave his arm a test wriggling. He seemed satisfied that the bangle stayed put. He mimicked his roommate by going through his luggage to unpack clothes. They have to share the closet, the small dresser, the desk. The two worked in officiant concentration, respecting the space offered. Once everything was put away, they sat on their bed and chat excitedly.
There wasn't much either of them could come up with, insofar as rules involved with living with each other. They understood the unspoken rule of not touching each other's belongings without permission. They don't plan to listen to music at all hours, and they don't have a TV, so there would be no issue with how late another stays up watching it. Gasper does have a DVD player and a handful of movies and shows, if they wanted to give their devices a break.
"What about sex?" Gasper asked.
"Huh?"
"Well, what if we gonna do something in the room? Should we give an alert verbally or do that sock on the doorknob thing - like in the movies?"
"Umm, yeah, I don't plan on having sex in the dorm. I'll just go to my boyfriend's place." He said simply. "But, if it's you and Leara, just give me a heads-up early on. I'll go out somewhere."
"To Tsume Keina's?"
Toboe shrugged. "If I feel like; I've got a key."
Gasper nodded. "It must be nice having a boyfriend with his own place."
"I'm sort of a boyfriend with his own place now." Toboe boasted.
"Yeah, but a dorm... Not exactly a penthouse."
"It is when you've lived my life."
"Is Tsume that possessive?"
"Who said I was talking about him? I meant my brother and guardian, Cher Lewboski - - she's Cheza's mom."
"Oh."
Toboe blinked over the sudden silence. "I know Tsume is pretty famous, but he's just like anyone else." He shrugged his hand. "It's all right if you're a fan, but don't dork-up because of, like Leara." He gave a nod to his roommate with his chin. "You're just as cool as Tsume; you dance with a crew in front of these strangers. It's the same thing, if you think about it. You're both putting yourselves out there for judgement or acceptance. At the end of the day, You're just a regular person."
Gasper smiled. "Thanks. I'll remember that."
Toboe chuckled, rubbing his finger beneath his nose feeling sheepish for the speech. "So, roomie.. what should we do first? Classes haven't started yet.. we're just a couple guys living the freedoms."
"Hmm.. should we go shopping?"
"Shopping? For what? I planned to eat tacos for dinner, and golden arches for lunch."
Gasper laughed. "Freedoms, laziness," by that he was referring to the fact that the place has a small kitchen, they don't need to order or eat out all the time. "I meant for a TV. We can play games on it."
"Yeah!" He hopped to his feet. "Let's get a smaller one, ya know like a thirty-two or five. If it costs less it'll be better quality."
Following the eager shopper, he asked. "How does that make sense?"
"TV's all do the same thing, if the size is small it'll cost less, so the features will be more plentiful. You'll see when we get there."
...
"Netflix, Hulu, Paramount plus.. You were right, this TV has a lot going for it." The pirate appearance declared. "Backgrounds are free," he chose a beach theme.
"Do you have a console?"
"Nope. You?"
"I'm not a gamer."
"Movie it is then. What should we watch?" He tossed his roommate the remote.
"Horrors always fun."
"Not in the middle of the day." He closed the curtains revealing that it was still bright in the room.
"Thriller?"
"Thriller could work." He began doing some fancy foot-work while changing from his sweaty shirt. It was brutal outside.
"Teach me how to do that."
"Do what?" He pulled his clean shirt down.
Toboe flicked his hand out towards his friend's feet. "That ankle breaking, slide thing you were doing just before." He got up from the bed. "Is it hard?"
"Not at all. I just make it look so good that you'd think it's hard." He boasted.
"Come on," he looked down at his own feet.
"First position.." Gasper gave a physical example. "Second..."
Toboe followed along. "Okay. Twirl?"
"Twirling is for girls, we call it a spin."
"Oh, forgive me, overly masculine one." He mocked with partial jest. Toboe stumbled a step, but Gasper held him upright with an arm around his waist. "I got it." He said, casually dislodging the grip. "Watch.." He showcased how quickly he's learned it. "Am I cool, or what?"
Gasper, with his brows up to his hairline over the question, decided to plead the fifth. Some people got it, some don't - even with the steps perfected. He searched for his toothbrush in his luggage.
"Will you be doing a show later with your crew?" Toboe eyed him with curiosity then wandered back over to his bed, to find something to watch, as he'd started doing, before the distraction.
"Too hot." Came a reply from inside the closet.
"You're right." He chose a movie, but paused it, waiting for his friend to finish with what he was doing. "Ready?" He received a thumbs up, so he pushed Play.
Somewhere between the actor busting up guys on a train and lunch, they had tacos delivered to them. Hardened attention was frayed in exchange for fuel.
"Which did you get?" Gasper asked, after setting his cup of soda down onto the floor.
"Dr. Pepper."
"Can I have a sip?"
Toboe leaned his cup over. He blinked when his friend drank from his straw, he'd assumed Gasper was going to pull his out and then shove in his own. Normally, he wouldn't mind, he does it all the time with his family, close friends, and, of course, Tsume. However, he feels he barely knows Gasper Lee. In fact, the only thing he does know is that he's dating Leara, and he dances.
He took back his drink and then set the cup down on the tv stand. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"Me, too."
Gasper nodded. Tilting his head he bit into the crunchy supreme. "You don't game, so, what do you do for fun?"
"Uuh, hang out with my friends, movies, I play Oboe."
"Really? That's really cool, could you play for me some time? Did you bring it here?" He looked around for a telltale instrument case.
"Yup. Under the bed." He wasn't sure he'd play for him yet, he still had to give a private concert to Tsume. Boyfriends come before friends. "I'll learn something then play it for you."
Gasper nodded a thanks. "I'll make up a dance for you."
"Really? That'd be awesome! I've never had choreography just for me."
"I've never been treated to music."
"Hey! I could play and you could dance, and we could side hustle."
His roommate laughed. He doubted that anyone would want to watch him dance to match-up with whatever type of sound is created by an Oboe. When the food was done, as well as the movie, the pair quietly did their own thing until dinner. Toboe had pizza, Gasper a tuna sub. They talked about television and remeniced about being at home, and what they'd be doing, if they were. There lives were vastly different, that was for sure. Gasper seemed to have to do everything while Toboe barely was asked to do anything but exist.
"So, I have to ask," Gasper laid back on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. "How did you and Tsume meet?"
"Oh, that."
Mimicking him, he repeated. ""Oh, that". Yes, that. You're living every fan's dream of snagging someone famous, thinking they'll never be able to."
Toboe blushed a bit. He never thought he would have to make up a story about himself and Tsume, but, for his boyfriend's reputation, it was fast-thinking time. "We were at the park over the summer last year; he was jogging, I was just hanging out." He felt a wave in his stomach; this was the lamest thing he'd ever heard. "I asked if he was really him, he said yeah... I wanted an autograph - - for Leara - - but I had no paper or pen." He chuckled.
"That always seems to be the case."
"Yeah. I asked him to wait while I run to the stationary store nearby, he went with me."
He felt his storytelling courage roll over his nervous of embarrassment. He was becoming almost relieved to make up the tale. He couldn't very well tell Gasper of how Tsume had been watching him here and there, then they got together. He'd think Tsume was a freak stalker or pedophile. Tsume Keina is neither of those awful words.
"And we sorta playfully raced there; after I'd bought the paper, he signed it. I thought I'd be cute and signed a sheet for him."
"Aww."
Toboe smiled. "And he said, I was funny. Then he walked out."
"Umm, that's not really how you got together? I mean, unless his number was on that paper?"
"No. I was eighteen, what would people say?"
"That he's like every other guy in a public office..."
"We met up this year, when he came back to Freeze, earlier this year... He remembered me, and asked me out."
"How'd you see each other again?"
"At the movies." Toboe amazed himself with his lying skills evolution. Before he couldn't say something tasted good when it didn't, but now he's making up tales of amore like it's nothing. "I had gone to see something, he saw me and asked to join me." He shrugged. "We've been together since."
"Do you always date older men?"
"No. Tsume's the first, twice."
"Twice?"
"My first older boyfriend, and first boyfriend." Clearing up the possible incoming question, he added. "I'm gay."
"Duh."
Snickering, the Wolf teen explained. "I just meant, you might have thought I've had girlfriends before."
"Oh." He was quiet. "Wow."
"Is it so hard to believe? My brother was a sentinel - - who'd date me?"
"Good point."
"Gee, thanks." Firing back, he asked. "How many people have you dated?"
"Hmm... Ten."
Toboe's rust colored hair figuratively stood on end, like he was holding an electric ball. "You need a hobby."
"You need experience." Gasper shot back; sitting up, he crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders. "You plan on being only with Tsume? How do you know he's the right one for you?"
"How do you know that none of your castaways wasn't the right one for you?" He mimicked the testy pose of his friend, soon-to-be downgraded to acquaintance.
"Who knows, maybe one was. But, at least I'm looking." He sniffed. "You've got your whole life planned out for you already. Older people don't wanna date, you're either a plaything or a door-prize making them look like they've still got it."
"Right. What's the longest relationship you've had?"
"Two months."
Toboe rolled his eyes. "Ha! Tsume and I have..." He caught himself, then spoke accordingly. "Feel like we've been together for years. If that doesn't scream "the one" than nothing else will." He then said. "And I think we need to drop the subject, before things become unpleasant."
"Ok. Sorry."
"Me, too." He relaxed his clenched body. "Gasper, I like you, but you can't add to the noise I already hear about my being with Tsume, it's annoying. We're happy, and even if that's just for right now, so be it. But I love him. I'm not some plaything."
He got up from his bed, went into the closet to grab his nightwear, then he left the room for the bathroom to get ready for bed. With the door closed, he let his bitterness out in a huff. How dare Gasper pretend to know what love is just because he's been with a lot of people. He should forewarn Leara about him. He's no keeper. She doesn't need the headache. His and Tsume's story is beautiful. Unusual, but beautiful. And it doesn't need to be judged by anyone but them.
He loaded paste onto his brush then scrubbed it around his mouth. Gasper's words came back at him. Tsume is his first. But, that doesn't matter, he could not imagine himself with anyone but Tsume. He made the decision, not Tsume. The ex-model pursued him, but he could have sent him packing. But he liked him in return, and pursued him in return when he'd felt Tsume was backing off. If that's not love, Gasper needs a good relationship to show him otherwise. He can't teach the ignorant through words.
'Don't give him anymore thought.' He spat the minty froth into the basin. Jealousy. Such an ugly thing. Rinsing his mouth, he then changed clothes. Toboe walked back into the bedroom; he blinked, confused, then a smile spread across his face. "You've already apologized. But, thank you."
Gasper lowered the sign, with a pouting bear drawn on it; saying in a comment bubble that it's sorry. "I really am, I didn't mean to upset you." He got off his bed. "It's like meat eaters and vegetarians. Serial daters are mystified to upset by the serious set. It's my bad."
"I know. It's why you're forgiven." He pat his shoulder. "Let's go to bed, I'm beat."
The pair climbed into bed, going quickly into slumbering.
It was around 12:38 am, when Toboe cracked open his eyes. He breathed in deeply, the let it out in a huff. Rubbing his face, he smoothed his hand down his torso; perplexed by his night shirt being up as high as it was, as well as an arm removed from one of the holes. He's never woken up like that before. Righting his clothing, he sat up and looked around.
''Is he deranged? Why would he open the window in the screaming heat of summer?' Getting out of bed, he closed the window; his roommate slumbers on, much to his chagrin. He'd kinda wanted to wake him up, to reprimand him for his blunder - especially with the AC going. Unfortunately, he has to just get over it until morning.
After goimg into the bathroom to rinse his mouth, Toboe climbed back into bed then resumed sleep.
The following morning. Toboe walked into his shared bedroom, after having a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. He met the other two boarders of the shared building. They're nice, even agreed to helping make meals for everyone. Toboe felt right at home, more than he thought he would.
"Do you usually sleep until ten?"
Gasper nodded. "On days without academic sentencing, yes." He eyed his friend.
"Gasper; and not to go all Kiba-of-the-rules on you, but, can you not open the window when the AC is on? It wastes power, and it upsets people who sleep in certain temperatures."
"I didn't open the window. I thought you had."
Toboe cocked a brow, confused. "No."
The pair look at the offending feature of the room. Had it been a verticle-opener they could have written it off as a loose mechanism on the track. But a horizontal lift? Impossible. Nothing short of magic could pull it off.
"Do you think one of the others could have come in and done it?" Toboe wondered.
"Why?"
He shrugged. Why do people do any of the weird things they do?" It was like the man on the bench at the bus stop. Why make small talk when you don't have to? Why decide multiple ways to pronounce something when everyone could agree to one?
"Toboe... I mean, if it private, I won't ask again - and you don't have to answer, but.. How'd you get that burn?"
Toboe lowered himself to his bed. "It was a terrible accident, on too many people's fault. But... I'm ok with it now. There was a terrible fire, during a bad storm... and, my brother and I'm alive. That's all." He shrugged.
Gasper nodded. That's all.
Toboe then asked. "How did you see it?" He hadn't undressed in front of him. He wasn't planning to keep it a secret, because they're men, they undress before each other, Gasper - or whomever shared a room with him - would see it eventually. But, he had to know how it was seen without reveal.
"During the night, I wanted water; the window was open and I glanced at you - kinda like, you had some nerve opening it, sorry. But, in that glance I saw you were exposed."
"Oh..." Toboe scratched the back of his head. "Guess I was trying to get cool."
"Sorry for spying on you."
"No. Anyone would look. Forget about it, I would have showed you eventually."
"Umm, wanna hang out later? Me and the crew are dancing later."
"Sure."
Despite the elevating light mood; Toboe was feeling troubled.
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