“The Great White Shark prowls the ocean -“ Dustin turns and hides into his neck. Chris scrambles for the remote, and he eventually finds it squished in between the couch cushions. He hit the volume button on accident, then finally the channel button, but he doesn’t find anything worth watching. There’s C-SPAN, documentaries on Yetis, sharks, something called Ancient Aliens (“I’m not saying it was aliens… but it was aliens”), and the usual Fox news. Chris turns the television off, and then nudges Dustin’s head up. “It’s off, Dustin. I won’t make you watch sharks, but only if I don’t have to watch Legally Blonde again.”
he’d been so busy hiding from the creatures he was sure would swim right off the screen that dustin hardly noticed the situation he’d gotten himself into. in his haste to hide and instinctive reaction to find something to cling onto, he had both buried his face in the crook of chris’ neck and flung his arms around the taller boys middle - pale fingers grabbing at the material of his sweat shirt. with his nose wrinkling, dustin peeked out of his hidey-hole, glancing to the screen. “that was one time!” he pursed his lips together to form a pout. “besides, you liked it - don’t lie. whaaat about,” he trailed off as he pried the remote from chris’ hand, flipping back and forth through the channels for a moment before settling and holding the remote up for him to take back. “the princess bride! i always used to love this movie.”
liike a relationship? i don’t know. he’s my best friend is all. we play video games and we get drunk and someones we have wars with my dinosaurs and this stuffed shark he has. that’s all i guess.
…what kind of question is this anyway?
uhm. i would save my phone. and call the fire department. because that’s what they’re for. and because i’d probably just set myself on fire in the process. that wouldn’t be good for anyone.
whoever invented the hangover, i hate them.
dustin wouldn’t look at him. how the hell was the bambi look supposed to solve problems if it wasn’t even being acknowledged? although it was pretty evident to anyone with half a brain and good vision that dustin was upset about something, eduardo stood from his perch on the arm of the couch, smoothing out his slacks. “alright,” he said, giving the dorm one last glance before making his way to the door. “you can’t avoid me forever,” he called as he pulled the door and turned to face dustin again, leaning against the doorway. “let mark know i came by, if you see him before i do.”
dustin was determined not to break. he kept his jaw clenched, his mouth shut, and his eyes ahead. this was the complete opposite of a staring contest. if he looked, he’d lose, and he knew that. but, call him crazy, he could feel his eyes slowly sliding across the room to where eduardo was standing. no. eyes forward, soldier. still, even keeping his eyes off wardo, he could just feel the look. he even sounded like some poor little woodland creature warranting sympathy and a cookie or two. wardo reached the door and dustin heaved a sigh of internal relief. he was home free. or, so he thought. that damn quiver in his voice did dustin in - he looked. his brows knit together and the corners of his mouth turned down in a frown. game over. “yeah, okay - i’ll let him know…” damn that eduardo saverin.