RELAX, YES, I'M TRYING [derek]

[christian anthony blyth]

Oh god no, oh god no, oh god no.
Christian crossed the threshold to Paris house, a small smile on his lips that did not match his mood. Oh god no. Several people turned as the newcomer entered but when none of them recognized him, they started chatting again. He was more than happy when they turned their eyes away and ignored him and his fluttering heart. Christian was nervous to state it plainly, and despite his efforts he could just not muster much enthusiasm for this party. But you're here now, he thought. Might as well be positive about it. He forced his smile a bit wider and even managed to say 'hello' to a random girl who walked towards him. The greeting quickly turned into a mumbled 'okay' as the girl looked strangely at him, and Christian averted his eyes to his shoes. Real smooth. Feeling even more awkward than before, he decided not to communicate with anyone else besides Derek. Derek, his new roommate. Derek who was the only person he knew here. Derek who had dragged him here. Derek who was no where in sight.. Christian felt like adding several curses to any sentence involving Derek at the moment, but he had promised his grandmother to stop swearing. Derek, Christian thought and sighed, where are you?

The house was as unknown to him as the people in it, so he headed down the hallway hoping to reach the kitchen. Christian had a feeling that he just might find Derek in the company of a lot of liquor, and liquor was usually found on the kitchen table. Unless of course people in Jacksonville partied differently than people in Portland. This was in fact Christian's first party in Jacksonville despite having been there for a while. Before moving in with Derek, he had lived in an apartment paid by his grandmother, located in a neighborhood with few young people and many elderly. If he had sought out parties there, he might just have stumbled into a bingo hall. After living with Derek for a mere 4 days, he'd been invited, or should he say coerced in a 'friendly' manner, to a party, and Christian had a feeling that this would be the first of many. Somewhere not so deep down, Christian had missed hanging out with peers and doing something social, but for a start he would have liked to hang out with a small group of people, not be thrown into this massive crowd.

The kitchen suddenly appeared before him, and Christian stood still for a moment, scanning the area. However, soon he had to duck and dodge a ball being thrown from one beefy guy to another. Now it felt more like Portland. Derek was not in sight, he could conclude after a moment, but the liquor was present in large amounts on the table. People were drawn to it like wildebeest to watering holes; there was a constant stream of people grabbing things before heading into other rooms. Derek would have to come in there sooner or later to refill, which meant that Christian could relax there for a moment. His attention was soon diverted by a bucket filled with ice and green bottles. He eyed a cold beer with obvious craving. Stop it, he instructed himself. Alcohol was off-limits for him due to his medication, and he had mixed the two enough times to know that. The side-effects were simply too great. Christian clearly remember last time he'd done it. It had been after graduation, celebrating with friends. Having finally graduated, he had felt so relieved and lightheaded that he thought, he could do anything in the world. At that party, he was not schizophrenic but just Christian Anthony Blyth, an eighteen year old guy. So he drank and then he drank some more. Next thing he knew, he was sedated to the point where he needed to be taken to hospital. Before that he'd apparently talked nonsense to himself, vomited and fallen into several pieces of furniture. He did not remember that himself; his friends had told him. The shame still burned in his chest.

Placing both hands on the counter which he leaned against, Christian grabbed the edge tightly. No beer. If he went berserk here, among all these strangers, nobody would ever look at him like a sane person.

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[darius jereme whitfield]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 465px; height: 425px; background-image: url(http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/3810/derek4vftj.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 0px solid #414141;] i won't say i've had enough OUTFIT: HERE | WC: 1003 | TAGS: CHRISTIAN NOTES: I WASN'T REALLY SURE IF HE WAS GETTING THERE LATE SO HAD DEREK DOING SOMETHING ELSE Did you ever find yourself in a crowded room but you just felt completely alone? Even if you were talking to someone their words were meaningless and empty, and you have no clue what it is they are actually trying to say? Everyone has at one point felt this way or another, and Derek just so happened to be the lucky soul who was feeling that way right now; surrounded by idiots who were all trying to be his friend, a bunch of fake people who acted like they cared by really didn’t give a crap at all about what he was thinking or feeling. It was rather funny how hard they tried, with their new found liquid courage, to talk to him; given more than one of them would run the other way if he were headed in their direction when they were sober. But that was one of the lovely benefits of consuming mass quantities of alcohol, it gave some people the feeling they were invincible and could do whatever they wanted. Try new things. Which was the most ridiculous thing Derek had ever come to witness; he was tempted to scare some of them sober again so they’d stop being such idiots. But who was he to ruin their fun? Except the fact he was the perfect guy for the job. Standing next to the railing on one of the balconies of the second floor his neck was craned back so his hazel eyes were fixated upon the scraggly youth he’d talked into climbing up to the roof; even from this distance and with the alcohol taking effect and blurring his vision he could tell the boy was shaking in fear, and could only smirk devilishly at his own actions. ”Come on jump. You said you would now do it bitch.” He called out so the boy could hear him, and even though he hadn’t been yelling he swore the kid had jumped in his own skin and nearly took a spill; possibly almost losing his footing and then plummeting to the ground below. Derek’s body shook from the maniacal laughter that came forth from him, he couldn’t have planned this any better if he’d tried; the kid had said he’d wanted to jump off the roof into the pool and now that the challenge laid before him his puffed out chest had deflated and he even appeared to have lost all the color in his face. This kid’s worst day was Derek’s kind of entertainment, and he was having the time of his life watching. ”Alright, alright. Since you’re acting like a scared bitch how about a countdown?” The crowd that had come out to gather around the pool and watch now had his attention as he heard them agree and begin the countdown without him, and as the numbers ticked down he looked back up at the poor kid and shrugged like it was out of his hands. ”Come on you wanted to impress that girl so just do it!” Making sure his voice carried out over the crowd’s yelling in unison as they got to six then five then four it was only a matter of time; he was already scared straight, that much was obvious, now it was just a point furthering the humiliation to teach him he shouldn’t write a check with his mouth his ass couldn’t cash. ”Three…two…one!” Instead of jumping the idiot managed to lose his footing and land on his back, and managed to flip onto his stomach and catch the gutters before he fell down the earth below. But his fast antics weren’t enough to save him as his fingers slipped and he fell, disappearing from Derek’s line of sight and he only heard the scream in pain from what he could only guess was anything but a perfect landing. He walked the few paces to the side of the balcony to look over, managing to pick out the idiot in the crowd that had gather around to see if he was alright; he looked fine, his pride might’ve been hurt though, somehow he’d been fortunate enough to land on some bushes. ”Should’ve landed on that head of yours, would’ve knocked some sense into you.” There was no point to stick around for the rest of the kid’s humiliation as everyone was laughing at him, and there was little else he could really do. Which is why Derek headed back inside to the party that was still going on; pushing anyone aside who got in his way as he made his way down to the first floor to get to the kitchen. Somehow in all that he’d lost his drink and was suddenly feeling a bit parched, and the natural answer was to go to the kitchen and get a new drink. Plucking one from anyone he moved out of his way was not a good option, there was no way of knowing what they’d done to it or if he could catch something from them. Like their stupidity. Stepping into the kitchen at first he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, but the longer he stared at the tall out of place male he realized he wasn’t some drunken hallucination. ”Blyth!” He yelled over the other voices to draw the man’s attention in his direction, but he still made his way through people until he was at his side. ”Didn’t think you’d show up. You missed the fun but there is sure to be more had don’t you worry.” Giving the man a playful shove he looked away from him to the bucket filled with beers, that was just perfect. Smirking he pulled out two and offered one up to his roommate, ”Drink up. It will make it easier to be here I assure you.” His hazel eyes flit between the man’s face and the drink as he waited for him to take it; hell he was surprised he hadn’t found him with a drink already in hand.

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[christian anthony blyth]

The place was practically buzzing, Christian noticed when he diverted his attention from the beers to the party-goers. He had been wrapped up in his own little world, completely unaware of the music and the setting. Now he couldn't help but notice the loud booming of the bass and how many people tried to out-shout each other. He briefly wondered how many people were gathered in the big house. Maybe 100? 200? He didn't know. What he did know was that this Paris person who hosted the party had a rich family. The house was splendid, outside and inside. Funny how he didn't have to know the hostess to enter the party; an invitation from a guy who may or may not know Paris was enough. Christian wouldn't be surprised if Derek had crashed the party. Guess that made him a party-crasher as well. Christian almost laughed out loud; this was probably the closest thing to committing a crime he'd ever done.

Suddenly there was commotion outside. Peering over the shoulders of a couple of girls who were looking out the kitchen window, he saw that a crowd had gathered. They were all cheering at something and looking up. A countdown began. 10, 9, 8. The girls opened the window and the sound of cheering invaded the kitchen, making the people gathered there completely quiet as they tried to figure out what was going on. 7, 6, 5. From the mass of voices, Christian could pick out separate words like 'chicken' and 'jump'. 4, 3, 2. In two seconds, a person would probably lie bleeding on the ground. Christian touched his pocket, making sure his phone was lying there safely. He was guaranteed the most sober person at the house and would have to call the ambulance. The number 1 was shouted with great ferocity and soon after the crowd gasped. Waiting for the inevitable 'call 991', Christian was about to pull his phone out of his pocket. However, no one shouted, instead they laughed. That settled it, no ambulance. He let the phone slide back down.

Just as he was about re-enter his own little bubble, a loud voice called him out. Standing at 6' 2" meant that Christian had a pretty good view, and it didn't take long before he spotted a familiar dark haired guy making his way towards him. The place was packed but it didn't slow Derek down the least bit. People tended to obey when Derek shoved his way through places; he had sharp elbows and a glare that could shut any complaining mouth. Right now though there was nothing hostile about him; he looked and acted very lively, Christian decided this after receiving a small shove. He couldn't help but to grin slightly in return. Well, the party could only get better now that he knew someone here, although he wasn't sure he shared Derek's definition of 'fun'. Derek would probably have thought it was funny that a person fell of the roof only moments ago. Instead of commenting on it, Christian replied, "I didn't think so either, but here I am anyways." Christian decided to also refrain from commenting on the fact that he'd literally been forced here, leaving him little choice to stay home.

Derek's attention was quickly drawn to something other than Christian. Without even looking, he knew that Derek had spotted the liquor table and a feeling of foreboding swept through his body. He knew what was coming, and he wasn't sure how discreetly, he could dismiss Derek without him causing a scene. After all, he didn't know every side and aspect of Derek's personality, and he wasn't about to find out how well his roommate could handle rejection tonight. Rightly guessed, he was offered a cold beer. Christian's eyes flickered down to the bottle in his roommate's hand. Drops of water were running down the bottle and if he didn't control himself, drool would run from his mouth. How could he crave something that wasn't healthy for him? His brain must be malfunctioning in more ways than he thought possible..

He had four options right now. 1) Decline the beer and be forced to tell the truth. That would go down pretty badly. Try telling your new and drunk roommate that you hear voices and take an obscene amount of pills. 2) Decline the beer and make up a lie. He could tell Derek that he was allergic to beer and alcohol in general. But that would be lying, and he didn't lie.. 3) Divert Derek's attention and run out of the room. That was just plain stupid. All in all, he would have to go with option number 4) Accept the beer and take small sips. He had to keep up appearances until he one day could tell Derek about his disorder - this conversation would hopefully take place somewhere far out in the future.

He knew that he had hesitated a bit too long. The normal response would be to grab the beer and say thank you, but he'd been forced to run an entire game-plan through his head. Taking the beer, Christian lifted it in a saluting gesture and took a swig. "Refreshing." Christian offered an awkward smile. Well, his lines weren't getting any smoother that much was obvious. Desperate to distract Derek from the situation, he exclaimed in a rushed voice, "So you've hooked up with any bitches yet?". In the very second the words left his mouth, he felt like slamming a palm into his face. Bitches?! Since when had he ever used the word bitch? How unbelievably stupid was he?! Raising the bottle to his lips, he took his time drinking. If he was drinking, he wasn't speaking. He could hardly keep his eyes still, they were constantly shifting from the floor to the counter and then to Derek's face. Maybe it wasn't so bad.. Guys used that kind of language.. Derek wouldn't know that this was out of character for him, would he? Derek used that kind of language.. Now he apparently used that kind of language.. Anything to make Derek lose interest in him.. God, he was beginning to sweat now.

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[darius jereme whitfield]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 465px; height: 425px; background-image: url(http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/3810/derek4vftj.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 0px solid #414141;] i won't say i've had enough OUTFIT: HERE | WC: 871 | TAGS: CHRISTIAN NOTES: NONE The taller male’s skepticism was unmistakable, and rather funny. Derek couldn’t stop himself from shaking from the laughter that rolled up from his stomach, and as the first few sounds of enjoyment came forth from his mouth his hand clapped down on the man’s shoulder; and given the slight height difference he found his hand rose higher into the air than it would with most people, maybe he just hung around rather short people and was just noticing this. But then again alcohol did make your brain work in weird ways and focus on the strangest of things. Derek pat Chris’ shoulder in approval, as if he were a proud parent. Which, once again bringing his height into it, might seem strange but thankfully his mind wasn’t lingering on the way the man’s head rose above his own. ”You’re alright bud.” The words endearment could be seen as a step in the right direction for the two, but sadly Derek still knew very little about his new tall roommate and was only assuring him his decision to come to this party had been the right one. But when was it ever a wrong decision to come to a party? Never, not in Derek’s mind anyway. Sure bad things could happen but it was all in how you handled them that determined if they ruined your night. And there was no way in hell Derek was letting his night get ruined, it was a promise he’d made to himself and the man always kept his promises. Which is exactly why he’d needed to take those two beers out of the bucket they’d been resting in, as his fingers clenched around the chilled glass he was already salivating over the urge to pop the top of and chug the whole bottle back in one gulp; he’d been thirsty but he’d had no idea he’d been that thirsty. He’d soon solve the problem once his other hand was freed up to remove the cap. However the weight in his hand of the second beer he was still clinging to hadn’t gone away yet, and he hiked up his eyebrow in both confusion and annoyance as he appraised the man before him. Anyone else wouldn’t have hesitated to take the ice cold beverage from him, hell they’d have taken warm even though no one liked a warm beer, but this guy was just staring at it like it might just attack him if he made the wrong move. As time ticked by the only thing that he was about to lose was his patience; he wouldn’t force the man to drink the thing if he didn’t want to but he wasn’t going to hold it out there for him to stare at like it was some foreign object. Chris knew damn well what it was and if he’d want it it’d be on the counter heating up much like Derek was. He was about to set it on the counter next to him when it was yanked from his hands, and looking from his now empty hand to the male next to his eyelids blinked open and closed feverishly; he wasn’t sure how he should take the man’s actions but at least it allowed him to drink his own beer. Popping the cap off he took a pull from the beer, raising it in salute at Chris’ words; it was indeed refreshing. Still eying him carefully Derek’s index finger extended out in his direction and hovered dangerously close to the man’s face, ”You know for a second there I thought I’d have to deck you for being a bitch and not letting me drink my own beer.” Always one to speak the honest truth he couldn’t help but grin discerningly, it would have been a bitch move to keep him from drinking; sure enough the second he’d freed his hand of the beer his fist would’ve been connecting with the side of the male’s face. What a great first impression that’d make on his roommate. Something about his question seemed off, and as he narrowed his eyes trying to pick it apart he was certain he was close to finding the answer but shrugged it off deciding he was reading into it to much. But after he’d watched him stare down a beer anyone would pick apart every little thing this guy did wouldn’t they? ”I did actually. Would you like details?” The way he said it was rather patronizing, and to add insult to injury he reached up and pat the man’s cheek. ”Is your sex life that boring you want to live vicariously through me big guy? Cause I can help you…and by help I mean push into the arms of my girl Paris, she will take care of you.” Or eat him alive. Chris gave off that vibe he wasn’t a womanizer, there wasn’t anything wrong with that. And yet there was. Looking him over he was sure the man could be getting loads of ass, but from the looks of things he most definitely wasn’t. He had found him hiding off in a corner not talking to anyone, if that didn’t scream socially awkward he wasn’t’ sure what did.

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[christian anthony blyth]

The bottle was empty. He had chucked it all down in two taut gulps. Placing the bottle on the table, he leaned against the counter again, only this time he did it to keep his balance. Christian already felt lightheaded, which never was a good sign. Running his thumb across his lips he felt that his face was getting tingly. It was an odd sensation but nonetheless one he had felt before. Suppressing the urge to scratch his face, he grabbed the empty bottle to keep his hands occupied. However, soon the scratching became the least of his problems as a finger hovered aggressively close to Christian's face. Taken by surprise he didn't do what he normally would have done if his private zone had been invaded, that being to take a step back, but merely stood there praying that the finger would not be replaced by a fist into his face. Luckily his roommate grinned at him, and Christian took the chance to do some more damage control. "Sorry," Christian said with genuinely distress and in a more balanced tone he added, "Drink away." One disaster avoided, a few more to go.

The biggest disaster of the night (so far and the night was still young) had been to drink the beer, yet he felt like the beer would be his savior as well. If he became proper drunk, not blackout-drunk, nothing could be pinned on him as normal behavior in the morning. Derek would have to dismiss everything that happened as him being an intoxicated moron. At least that was how Christian hoped it would go down. But by guy-standards he shouldn't be drunk yet, not after one small beer. He had to make this thing believable. In one stride he reached the bucket filled with beers and just as quickly he was back in the same position with two beers in his hands. One of them he sat on the counter for Derek to drink once he finished his, the other he took the cap off and brought to his lips. Careful to take slower and smaller sips, he kept his eyes on Derek's face, trying to dissect his mood. His roommate appeared to have accepted his previous question and did not comment on Christian's use of language. Derek himself used the word all the time. The word bitc-... God, he couldn't even think it. How on earth had his brain allowed that word to leap of his tongue?

Maybe the "b" word hadn't caught Derek's attention since it was a part of his everyday vocabulary, but the question itself and the answer it sought, had not escaped the male's suspicion. Christian was again caught off guard when a hand patted his cheek. His first reaction was to flinch. After having a finger waved at him, he thought the next step would be a punch or a slap. Well, he didn't really see Derek as the slapping-type so a punch then. But Derek patted his cheek instead, only it wasn't as good-natured as the shove he'd received earlier. The pat carried a different meaning and that meaning was emphasized by Derek's words. No, Christian thought with fervor, he did not want to hear any details whatsoever. Thank god, he was spared this, but only a few seconds after wards Christian almost wished that Derek had started the tale of his sex-life to avoid any discussion of his own. Christian couldn't help it; he felt blood rise to his face.

Now he was both lightheaded, distressed and extremely flustered. It was a big pool of mixed emotions, taking turns on dominating him. Right now the feeling of being flustered dominated him, and he couldn't think of anything other to do than drink some more. Half the bottle was gone now and his tongue felt looser. "De-.." Swallowing the lump in his throat, he made a small cough before continuing. "Thank you for the offer but I think, I can manage." In that moment, he found his liquid courage and shot Derek a very insisting glance. Truth be told, he had no sex life, and he wasn't about to tell Derek that. A feeling of homesickness rushed over him. Back home his friends knew him well enough not to make suggestions concerning girls. They knew that he hadn't done it, and they were polite enough not to prod him about it. Derek would never understand it; he was a serial seducer, Christian was sure. Once upon a time, he'd been jealous of types like Derek. They were confident, even cocky, and they knew how to be around women. They never looked awkward or lost their footing; it was all done in a smoothness that Christian could never master. They went in there, charmed the heck out of their target and well, ended up on a couch or in a bedroom. Truth be told, Christian was still a bit envious.. Just a bit.. He was always the nice and friendly guy, and while those were traits to be admired, sometimes he just wished that women could see him in another light..

Emptying his second beer, Christian decided to take initiative and lead the conversation in a more comfortable direction. No more talk about his manic behavior, and no more talk about his non-existing love life. "This fun you mentioned, why don't we seek it out." Pushing himself away from the counter so that he was standing upright and facing Derek, he smiled wryly. Derek was really short, he noticed for the first time. Or was he just really tall..? The beer soaring through his body was getting to his head now. He almost commented on Derek's height out loud. Don't be weird, he told himself. That would indeed be a weird statement to make. It would be even weirder to pat Derek's head but that was another urge he had in the moment. Shaking it off him, he placed two fingers on the counter and slid the unopened beer towards Derek. "Once you've caught up that is." Now it was his turn to be playful. If there was one thing Christian knew, it was that guys didn't let a challenge go unnoticed and a drinking challenge was thus the perfect way to distract his roommate. Smirking at Derek, he waited.

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[darius jereme whitfield]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 465px; height: 425px; background-image: url(http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/3810/derek4vftj.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 0px solid #414141;] i won't say i've had enough OUTFIT: HERE | WC: 871 | TAGS: CHRISTIAN NOTES: SORRY FOR THE WAIT, TRIED TO GET THIS UP SOONER BUT IT DIDN'T HAPPEN There was something off about Christian. There was no way to put his finger on exactly what it was, but there was something just not right about him. And somehow acting like everyone else at the party he was drawing more attention to it; no one else may have noticed but Derek couldn’t shake the notion growing in the back of his head. The way he swayed about after only one drink wasn’t exactly normal behavior. True he could be a light weight and was already feeling the buzz after slamming back his drink; it wasn’t farfetched as people could often start to feel the effects of alcohol after one drink, and if it were consumed at a fast pace instead of the steady one most people tended to consume the intoxicating drink at it could hit them faster. Still there was something off about the whole situation, and he couldn’t ignore his instincts on the matter as they were often right. But this was a party, and having been drinking himself so his attention was quickly diverted from the matter. ”I intended to, even if I didn’t receive your consent.” Jabbing his finger into the taller male’s chest he wanted to make sure he was getting his point across, he didn’t need him or anyone for that matter to tell him if it was or wasn’t okay to do something. At first glance Derek was certain his eyes, and the lights, were playing a trick on him. There was no way the man before him was blushing was there? But after blinking a few times to clear his vision, and pinching his eyelids together tightly to help clear some of the drunken haze he was in, there was no dying that his face had in fact taken on a reddish hue. The addition of color to his face didn’t seem to only rise to his cheeks either, oh no it seemed as if his head had become an oblong tomato; the normal almost pasty color he’d swear the man was wasn’t visible. Tilting his head to the side as he kept inspecting Christian his face held the ghost of a smile, and it hit him. He was uncomfortable with the direction Derek at steered the conversation. The way he saw it he now had two options; drop it like any kind person would, or push it further and see if he could cause him even more discomfort. It wasn’t the best way to go about things, what with the fact he’d have to live with the guy and might drive him to run out the door first chance he got. But this is how he was and it was best he got around to understanding that before he was lured into a false sense of who Derek really was. Raising the partially empty bottle to his lips he allowed a generous amount of the heavenly liquid to rush into his mouth before gulping it down, his hazel eyes remained trained on Christian as he stared him down over the length of the bottle. Emitting a sound of satisfaction that had been caused by the beer he’d just consumed his gaze fell away from the other man, the corner of his lip turning up in a lopsided smirk. He wasn’t going to drop it, by no means was that the case, but like most things he had to go about this the right way; even if the drunken haze he was in wasn’t being as rational as he might normally be. Before he could decide how to play out his next move the male’s voice had him peeking up from her his lashes to watch him as he spoke, running a hand over his hair his smirk grew at the way it seemed he tried to scare Derek away from perusing the topic. It was in vain though as it was taken as a challenge. Game on Christian. ”So you are a virgin?” The rhetorical question slipped off his tongue with ease, for Derek it was as easy as breathing to speak this way; he was none too concerned with the level of his voice either, so if anyone around them suddenly felt nosey then the poor lad would have to deal with those repercussions. He allowed the man a second to process what he’d just said before continuing on, ”It’s nothing to be ashamed of, well it is, but it does mean you’ll need my help. You shouldn’t be so quick to dismiss me and my kindness it doesn’t come around often.” Christian should really count himself lucky, or so Derek was telling himself, as, like he had said, this kind of opportunity might not come again. He didn’t often offer a helping to anyone, so it was wise to take it not to try and keep his pride and act like he was capable of doing things himself. Assessing the men before him Derek was certain more so than ever this man needed his help if he planned to get laid. The conversation wasn’t over yet. He could avoid it for now, and Derek would forget for the night as he lost touch with reality even more as he continued to drink, but it was sure to come up again and he’d grin and watch the man squirm under his thumb. Of course he’d help his new roommate but only after was done drawing amusement from the whole thing. The topic was pushed to the back of his mind as he watched as the second empty bottle joined the first on the counter, his brows knit together as his gaze returned to the tall man; apparently he had come to party. He hadn’t expected that from this shy, timid man. And had to say he was pleasantly surprised even if he wasn’t conveying that as well as he should, still staring the man down in confusion and frustration; mostly at himself, normally he could read people but this guy just kept surprising him. Scratching the back of his head he pulled at the hair back there in annoyance, slowly nodding his head agreement. ”We can do that. But I have feeling or definitions of fun vary greatly.” His eyebrows shot up in challenge as he shot the man a knowing look, that seemed to be the most obvious thing about them; even if they could somehow stand each other, they had their differences. Lord knows they had their differences. Derek shrugged as if couldn’t be helped, chugging back the rest of his beer before slamming the bottle down on the counter with the other two empties. His attention was focused on them until he saw the still unopened bottle slid in front of him, watching a water droplet make its way down the green bottle the corner of his lip twitched as his mind began to drift off to many unspoken fantasies the man had. But he was soon pulled out of it, much to his disappointment, as the challenge was thrown down. Derek’s head slowly craned around in Christian’s direction, his eyebrow raised in protest as he looked upon the man as if he’d lost his mind. ”Apparently your two beers have clouded your memory already friend, you’re the one who needs to catch up. I’ve been here a while, you just got to the party…so it’s you who should be pounding back another.” Snatching the drink off the counter he took off the top and chugged it back in a few gulps, ”I can’t say no to free booze though.” His eyelids hung heavy, threatening to drop at any moment from the amount of liquor he’d consumed. But he wouldn’t allow to shut, he was having a good time so they’d be staying open until he felt like he couldn’t stay awake anymore; thankfully he had his insomnia to help him in this task, it was always a good time. A drunken smile stretched out his lips as he retrieved two more beers from the bucket and thrust one into Christian’s hand, the other he was already working the top off as he dove into the sea of people. ”Let’s go Jolly Green Giant, the fun won’t come find us in here!” He called back to the other male but didn’t stop to wait for him, in truth though he wasn’t sure where he was headed. There could be fun anywhere you just had to look for it.

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[christian anthony blyth]

He knew that he wasn't supposed to swear but shit - the entire room was spinning now. The second beer had worked its magic and now he was slowly progressing to wards the inevitable point of nausea and bewilderment. Well, describing intoxication as magic was saying a bit too much, because right now it felt like a curse. Christian knew that he should have taken his time drinking the first beer, but Derek had an effect on him which he could not entirely account for. In a way he felt like he had to keep up with Derek's tempo and Derek was for sure not one to take small sips. It was not a rivalry between them, Christian only had distaste left for rivalries after his little brother and him had turned rivalry into estrangement, and besides Christian would have lost that rivalry by a large margin. Christian felt like he knew Derek somewhat now, not the whole of Derek, only a slim 5% maybe, and that was information enough to keep Christian from challenging Derek for real. Christian had a feeling, a rather nagging feeling, that the things Derek were incapable of doing, he made up for in another way or by confidence alone. That confidence which was so grand that it almost shone through him and which right now allowed him to say those words out loud. Any ordinary person who grasped the idea of social norm would not have said out loud what was understood implicitly, that yes, in fact he was still a… virgin..

Derek could have whispered it. He could have leaned closer to Christian, looked around with precaution to make sure no one around them could hear it, and then whispered the question, which really wasn’t a question, but more like a triumphant statement. Instead he all but shouted it out in the room, and Christian felt sure that everyone must have heard it. Ducking his head, trying to somehow make himself more invisible from prying eyes, Christian almost hissed the words ‘shut up’. Never one to be rude, he instead chose the much more polite, ”Be quiet, but still it was uttered with a hiss. His face was red, he was sure, but this time it was not only embarrassment that coloured his cheeks but also the energy it took to stand firmly on his feet. If he just let go, he would fall flat to the floor. Taking a deep and strained breath, Christian managed to keep his eyes on Derek and Derek alone. If he let them wander the room, he’d be forced to accept the reality that someone might have overheard Derek – it didn’t seem to be the case, since no one had shouted, laughed or poked at him. If anyone had heard, they’d surely make a scene of it, right? Christian wouldn’t wait it out, he needed to leave this room as soon as possible, and right now the quickest solution was to agree with everything Derek said so they could move along.

”Yes yes, I do need your help”, Christian sunk his shoulders in defeat. Of course he only agreed to get Derek off his case, but he couldn’t help to ponder whether he really was so resistant to the idea after all. 19 and a virgin, 19 and a virgin. The words resounded mockingly in his head and were mixed with the picture of Derek’s wry smile. The brief moment of reflexion was quickly wiped away by his fogged mind, and he could hardly recall what he’d thought about and felt only a few minutes ago. Straightening his back, the embarrassment slowly trickled out of his body and vaporized, and so did the redness of his face. He was reborn in liquor and ready for whatever. Suddenly he chortled. It came from within, a sort of carefree emotion, and threatened to blow him to pieces unless he expressed it. But chortling lowly wasn’t enough, and out of nowhere he burst into laughter. Holding a hand to his stomach as if trying to keep himself together, he laughed and then laughed a little more until small tears were forming in his eyes. ”Y-you are s-so right,” he managed to gasp out in between the fits of laughter. His stomach was starting to cramp. Sucking in as much air as he could manage, Christian regained some control of himself and still smiling widely, he wiped away the tears in his eyes. ”You think it’s fun to push people off roofs. I think it’s fun to help them up,” he reached out and patted Derek on the shoulder. That was the main difference between them, was it not? Derek destroyed, Christian repaired. Taking a moment to rethink what he just said, Christian wasn’t sure it made sense in anyone else’s head but his, but he was too gone to care.

The beers had in fact gone to his head, and while he could clearly see Derek’s lips move and his eyebrows raise, all he could hear was a song in his head. Follow the rainbow over the stream, follow the fella who follows a dream. You're off to see the Wizard, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Before he knew it, he was humming the song, his head bopping to the rhythm. That was a really good song. Where was it from again? Some movie he’d watched a long time ago. A beer was shoved in his hand, and the music stopped momentarily. Looking back at Derek with a hazy gaze, he smiled stupidly. ”We’re off to see the Wizard,” Christian stated in a matter-of-fact voice before laughing again. ”The Mayor of Munchkin City and I,” Christian was luckily spared another laughing fit as he noticed Derek had begun moving and followed him. However, them leaving the kitchen did not still the singing. Lyrics were constantly entering his head; lyrics he didn’t even know he knew. ” Ding Dong! The Witch is dead,” he was singing to himself but apparently loud enough for people to hear. An even louder “which old Witch? was shouted at him, and instead of locating the source of the shouting, he merely continued their duo with the next lines, ” The Wicked Witch”.

As Derek and Christian left the kitchen and entered the hallway, singing echoed in the background. Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead. Christian was too busy drinking the beer thrust into his hand to continue singing and before long it became more important to him to avoid ramming into people and furniture than remembering the lyrics in his head. Once in a while Derek disappeared from his view, but with his height, Christian was quick to spot the dark head moving forward. ”Whereeee are we going, Deeeerek?”, and where were they anyways? Stopping dead in his track, Christian squinted, trying to remember where he was. Oh right, a party. For no reason, he laughed again and as he brought up his right hand to run through his hair, he noticed that his beer had gone.. Oh right, he might have dropped that in the lap of that girl on the couch they passed. Or was that a guy?..

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[darius jereme whitfield]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 465px; height: 425px; background-image: url(http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/3810/derek4vftj.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 0px solid #414141;] i won't say i've had enough OUTFIT: HERE | WC: 871 | TAGS: CHRISTIAN NOTES: ONCE AGAIN I'M SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT He was always one to get right to the point, why beat around the bush and dance around a delicate subject? Often times he saw that method took longer for people find the answers they were seeking, and why would you want to wait longer if it was one you wanted answer that instant? You shouldn’t, or rather Derek didn’t, if he had something on his mind he said; though they were rarely questions even if he did manage to phrase them as such, no his questions often times didn’t need answers as he already came to their conclusion himself. He merely voiced them to see whoever he was speaking with squirm in their own skin; it was his own sick pleasure to enjoy other’s discomfort. Watching as their face burned as bright as the sun as it took on an beat red color, his body tingling all over in excitement as they tried to hide with in themselves to escape the watchful eyes that might now be glued to them, and of course his heart racing with this new found adrenaline that made him want more; to hurt them even more. It could be said that Derek was like a disturbed child, one who pinned down bugs while they were still alive and tore off their legs and wings, one who relished in watching this tiny thing die in the palm of his hands. Because of his own sheer will to do so. It was sick but he wasn’t going to stop, because there was something about holding people under his thumb as he tortured them that did more for him than anything ever could. He very well might need a new hobby, but he wasn’t going to find one anytime soon. It was why he drew such delight watching his tall companion try to shrink with himself to vanish from sight, as if that would help him to escape the ridicule of the harsh words of teenagers. They had a way of cutting someone down with a single word that he was sure this giant of a man would soon be dwarfed even by him if he weren’t able to stand tall and rise above the snickering and jeering that would be sent his way. Sent his way because of Derek who had no filter for what came out of his mouth. Derek who’s heart now pounded in his chest at an irregular beat, who was sure a twisted smile crept across his face as he saw those pretty blue eyes of his widen in sheer terror at Derek’s outburst. Ignoring his pleas for discretion he let his eyes roam about the room, first to those behind Christian before moving over the other faces as his head slowly swiveled about; taking not that most hadn’t even cared what he said and only a few who stood closest to them seemed mildly interested. Sending them a threatening look they quickly turned away and minded their business. He had won and could hold this victory well over his tall friend’s head, but that didn’t mean he needed the audience; he enjoyed them but in this particular instance he found it wasn’t necessary. His hazel eyes made their way back around to the ma before him, smile still in place as he leaned in closer. Taking note of the deep shade of red that now colored his cheeks; the corners of his lips could only inch up further as he watched this man who stood so tall be taken down by such simple words. ”Good I’m glad you’re coming around. So do you have any preferences? Blonde, brunette, red head, short, tall…” He waved his hand around the room to point out the women that were in it, feeling like the man’s personal guru on how to get ladies all the sudden. Clapping his hand down on his shoulder he couldn’t help but chuckle softly at how much fun it would be show him the ropes. The two were different, that much was already clear to him. But he couldn’t help but feel that if he shared what he knew about woman his new roommate just might have it in him to be just as good with the ladies as he was, and having satisfied his own needs earlier it would be easy to focus on Christian. It was out of character for him but he couldn’t shake the feeling his roommates experience, or lack thereof, might somehow come round to bite him in the ass. In his state he wasn’t fit to try and determine how that would work exactly but yet it made so much sense at the moment. He’d been ready for anything the man might throw at him, anything at all. Except for his sudden change in demeanor as he suddenly drifted further and further away into the ocean that is drunkenness; Derek was already out there afloat, but even after he’d consumed so much alcohol he was sure Christian was more gone than he was. But it wasn’t unwelcome, hell he found himself chuckling along with him as if they had some private joke that no one else was the wiser about. However where his own laughter remained at the same soft level he watched on, mortified, as he seemed to have caused the man to lose his mind as his laughter grew louder and louder. And as he doubled over in laughter Derek’s laughter stopped abruptly and his tilted his head to the side slightly as he watched on in confusion; he had thought he’d read this man before but this was not something he’d ever have expected from him. But the longer he pondered this the sooner he came to realize that it did make sense; that he might trying to cover up his own embarrassment form earlier with his now erratic behavior. He tipped the bottle in his hand to salute the man, it was ingenious he’d give him that. Even if it wasn’t at all correct. Hearing his omission had Derek wondering if he’d actually heard him right; looking on at the man in wonder he wasn’t sure he could’ve possibly heard what he had just heard. But he had and there was no way around it, now the gears in his mind were working such simple words against Christian’s favor. At the same time Christian reached out to pat Derek on the shoulder he reached out his own hand to pat the taller man’s shoulder as well. He laughed, though it was somber, and there was a cynical disposition in his eyes as he met the man’s stare; his smile almost forced, but not quite. It might be in this moment that Christian would want to run away and distance himself far from Derek, or he might very well be pulled into his dark allure if he’d understood what his new roommate had just said correctly. ”So you’d get them up there for me to knock them off? This might just be a great friendship Blythe.” Or the worst thing he’d ever stumbled into, but Derek was deadest on assuring him only good things would come for them ahead of this held true. If Christian truly was the guy he thought he was. ”Oh and…” Licking his lips as if he were preparing his thoughts before voicing them his arm crooked around Christian’s neck and pulled him down to his level, liking that there was now less of a height difference between them. ”…I don’t push people off roofs. I just merely coax them with sweet words to do it themselves.” It was probably still just as bad being the one standing behind them and giving them a physical nudge, as his words could very well be all the nudge they needed to do it. But it couldn’t fall on his shoulders if someone chose to jump from a roof, obviously they had problems before he came along. Confused? You bet your ass Derek was confused on what the hell was going on, over his shoulder he could melodic singing and for a second wasn’t sure where the hell he was anymore. Had he drunken too much and was passed out somewhere? Striking his cheek with the palm of his hand with a rather forceful blow it instantly stung and he was rubbing the quickly reddening spot as he moved his jaw about as if he might have broken it with his slap; it wasn’t hard enough to break anyone’s jaw but damn had it hurt like a bitch. Glancing over his shoulders his brows drew together tightly as he saw that Christian was involved, and possibly leading, this little sing along. This kind of thing just didn’t happen. It shouldn’t madden him so much but something about the familiarity of the tune had just triggered bad memories; even though he couldn’t recall where it was from he was flooded with thoughts of short people, red shoes, scarecrows, witches, and little dogs too. Most of all how his mother had forced him into a play as one of the little people and he was none too happy to be singing about lollipops, yes this was not a good song not at all. He should have nipped it in the bud back in the kitchen when the Jolly Green Giant had started humming it, but he hadn’t expected it to unfold as it had. Rubbing the inner corners of his eyes in frustration he faced forward once again and continued to push his way through people, planning to put it all behind him like a foggy memory he wouldn’t recall tomorrow. It took him a moment to realize that whoever was calling out his name, or was that whining? Because it sure sounded like whining. Either way he realized the voice belonged to male and not some annoying girl trying to grab his attention, and as he turned around to face them Christian almost ran into him. He held up his hand to stop him and keep space between them; he might have forgotten that he was being followed somewhere, or where that somewhere was even going to be. His eyes darted around frantically and quickly spotted the indoor pool; all to quickly he was shoving Christian in the direction. Scantily clad women running around dripping wet, it couldn’t be more perfect if he’d planned it. Derek couldn’t recall if he was leading his companion around to find a women but why not enjoy this little detour. Walking to the edge of the pool with him Derek’s eyes were trained on the girls splashing around.”You are going in there…you got this big guy.” Before he could be stopped his hand found the middle of Christian’s back and he shoved him forward pushing him into the pool as he took a step back to avoid most of the splash. A soft laughter rolled up from the pit of his stomach and soon grew louder as it emitted from him, joining in with the other voices that filled the air. Pushing people into pools had to be better than encouraging them to jump off roofs.

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