(TIM) TO THE RESCUE!

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Carter loved trying to figure out just the right things to say to get his friend to squirm in his seat, and he noticed he'd struck a chord as he'd watched the man flap his mouth around like a fish out of water. This of course had him laughing even harder until Timothy had finally figured out the right thing to say, and from there Carter could find himself calming down some as his laughter started to be silenced. "I used to worry about myself but just said screw it eventually. I'm so fucked up, just blame it on my father."[/color] He had watched many television shows and movies and it seemed when some teenager was acting up they usually always blamed the parents, and since he hated his father he had no problem pushing any and all blame onto him. "You know he called the other night? Needed me to call some phone number and give them a good impression of him. Probably some political people or the press or some shit. Said if I could say three nice things about him i'd get a surprise in my bank account. I couldn't even think of one when I called, I ended up just hanging up on them."[/color] He shrugged having not told him that since it had happened. He had been keeping that one a secret but it just happened to come out while he was laying there rambling off at the mouth.

He just laughed and nodded some when he had been called weird. He had known that but still it sounded odd to hear other people call him it, but he figured it wasn't as bad as some of the other things people could be calling him. He smirked just watching his friends facial expressions and movements, everything about Timothy had been beautiful, but he could not say anything about it so he had to just settle for getting to watch him during those random fits of giggles he'd have. He wasn't laughing 24/7 though and Carter did not want him to catch him unable to take his eyes off of him, so he did have to be sneaky with his gazes. It had proved to work though as it had seemed Timothy hadn't caught him yet. Carter found his laughter to be infectious as each time he broke into a fit Carter would soon follow unable to keep his cool. He figured his random bursts of laughter had something to do with his nerves but was unsure what had been so funny to his friend. Had Carter really been saying so many hilarious things? Sadly he tried to remember but for some reason couldn't, his mind was sure being selective tonight with memories. He laughed as his friend started to go on about the many things he'd eat if cheese had been smeared across them, the thought of brussel sprouts being enough to turn his stomach though as he thought of those nasty things situated on a plate next to a steak or something. "Are you trying to make my puke?"[/color] He asked having a weak stomach when it came to certain foods, those definitely being near the top of the list.

"Huh, what are you talking about? Dream of pickles?"[/color] he looked just as confused as he watched his friend lean towards him some with a concerned look on his face. He remembered the last thing he had said had something to do with stale pickles and the word dream had been mentioned, so did he honestly say that he liked to dream about stale pickles? The thought alone had him rolling practically as laughter filled the air once more. Any random person walking by might just think he'd been high on something with the amount he'd been laughing and that'd be quite alright, in a sense he had been high on something, and that something had been the serious crush he'd had on his best friend. He could never get enough of him and the longer he hung around him it of course felt like a high as he would reach this somewhat euphoric state. He tried to calm himself down once more and nodded as his friend mentioned buying him fries, "I think I can do that, you better remind me before lunch."[/color] He might not forget this one though since it'd meant he'd have a chance to hang out with him again, and at least this time he'd be sober.

He could tell his friends mind had been off somewhere though and he had a feeling he had been going over the friendship like Carter had just been doing, so he took this as a good time to just watch him as he sorted through memories. He couldn't help but smile at the way his friend looked while reminiscing about the past, well somewhat considering not too many stories were being shared. He had played that one good because as his friends sight came to match his he made it look like he'd just barely looked at him even though he'd been unable to take his eyes off of him. "Get used to me? Is that even possible?"[/color] He asked with a smirk trying to figure that out. He wasn't that bad but there were some times when he could be rather wild and insane, and those were the times that having Tim around helped a lot because he'd at least calm down slightly. He's said it before and will say it again if Tim ever needed to hear it, without him around Carter wouldn't be anywhere near where he was today. He figured he'd be sitting in some cell or something at prison for some of the insane stunts he's tried to pull. "It's insane to think you've stuck around this long, even my own parents couldn't do it. You must be superhuman or something."[/color] He teased just bringing a joke up.

And then there was Carter taking his shirt off that brought the conversation and joking to a whole new level as he was now half naked. Though of course if asked he'd say that the wrong half was exposed but that was only because he really was a sick bastard sometimes when it came right down to it. He laughed as Timmy exclaimed to the world that he had been a lard still after finding that small bit of bulge and Carter put on a pout trying to stretch his arm up to tighten that area. "Oh you like my love handles don't ya?"[/color] He asked shaking his body playfully towards the other man before stopping right beside him. Standing so close to him was not the best thing though as he could feel the slap after Tim had realized what was going on in Carter's mind, that mental image having him doing nothing more than grinning as he put his hand on the arm that had just been struck as he stumbled a few steps from his friend. "I'm the perv? You're the one talking about putting me in the washer with your panties! You're the perv!"[/color] He kept the joke going because let's face it, he was having a blast and the subject was just too damn funny.[/size]

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[/i] that funny voice in his mind accused. Tim chose to ignore it. He became slightly more serious when Carter mentioned his father. To tell the truth, Tim really didn't know what to say about the man. He didn't know him personally; in fact, he'd probably only seen him a couple of times. From the way Carter acted, his dad was one of the worst people to ever set foot on the Earth. But Tim, being Tim, didn't want to believe that this was entirely true. All the same, he tried to sympathize with Carter, knowing that his friend needed a listening ear more than anything. "You're not that fucked up," he began, sounding as if he were commenting on the weather ('it's not that windy out today..). "I mean, I can stand you! And I'm perfectly normal!" He held out his arms, looking first down at himself, then over at Carter in a triumphant manner. As his friend continue, though, Tim's expression became more serious, and he listened intently. When his friend had finished, he sighed quietly, biting his lip. He didn't like the way his friend's father seemed to use him, and while it was certainly nice to have money, he didn't approve of the circumstances by which it was recieved at all. "So, he's this big business man, and the only person he could think of in the whole world to use as a reference was the son who pretty much hates him?" Tim shook his head quietly, "not only that, but he had to bribe you to do it. Pathetic."

Tim grinned at Carter, glad to be moving on to more trivial subjects. "Believe me, the last thing I want to do is make you puke. It's such a lovely evening - there's no use in ruining it yet." He smiled widely, showing his teeth once more, and looking out across the darkness surrounding them as if observing its beauty. In reality, of course, he just didn't want to go back to the dorm, where sleep would pull him away from Carter. It wasn't enough that they spent almost every spare moment together - Timothy always wanted more. Never before had he encountered anyone who could make him feel so happy. The way it was, one could even say he was addicted to his friend's company. It was strange and abnormal, but it was the truth of the matter.

"Oh, sorry," Tim waved his hand as if pushing his meaningless words away. He had a habit of being really confusing, and the fact that Carter was under the unfluence certainly wasn't making it any better. Half the time, even sober people couldn't understand the things Tim came up with. Mostly, he kept them to himself, though he usually mentioned them to Carter, anyway. He smiled sheepishly, explaining, "I'm just kind of..." he trailed off, searching for the right word, then gesticulated vaguely and continued, "well, you know, right now. Sorry," he repeated with a shrug, looking down at the ground. Fortunately, Carter's laughter made him feel a bit less self-concious about the whole thing, and he soon joined in, humbly amused with himself.

Tim's eyes lit up at the prospect of actually getting french fries. Carter often promised him things when he was drunk, but Tim rarely had reason to remind him of them in the morning. However, when it came to the golden-brown sticks of potato, he would be sure to collect. "I will!" he agreed, with slightly exaggerated enthusiasm. He felt slightly light-headed, at the moment, which was probably contributing in part to his strange attitude. At Carter's next words, he raised an eyebrow. "Who knows? But I'm definitely on my way there," he decided, reflecting on their past. It seemed that, now, nothing his friend did could really phase him. Where others might be running about, screaming 'what the fuck?' and freaking out whenever Carter did something outrageous, Tim would be watching calmly, looking for a good opportunity to approach his friend and solve the issue. It was something he prided himself in greatly. "Well, you know, the whole point of super best friends is that they stick by each other," Tim shrugged, trying to act non-chalant about the whole thing. Like a typical guy, he would never willingly discuss the deep connection and profound loyalty the two of them shared. But he was aware of it.

"Oh, yeah. They're the sexiest damn love handles, like, ever," Tim proclaimed gaily, feeling suddenly giddy with the effects of the clear, night air and his ridiculous crush. It was all he could do to keep his hands to himself as Carter moved closer, and took a great amount of will-power to keep his slap aimed at the other man's arm. Then, he walked off, pretending to be in a huff. After a few steps, though, he turned around, giving his friend a sour look. "Oh, come on. You'd love the chance to tumble around with my panties for a while," he scoffed, waiting patiently for Carter to catch up. [/size][/ul]

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He laughed some when Timothy tried to make him feel better about how fucked up he'd truly been, but even he knew that he was pretty messed up and it wasn't just because of his family situation, but at the same time he did know that his dysfunctional family did not help him out. He looked at his friend with a skeptical expression though confused for a moment after he'd proclaimed that he himself had been normal, "I was right, you would make one hell of a comedian. Normal? Do you even know the meaning of the word?"[/color] He teased though knew that Timothy had been right pretty much. He had been the normal one out of the two, hell he may have been the most normal person that Carter had known, and that was another thing that drew him so much towards Tim. "Lawyer, guess he's aiming at taking it a step further and has been running through the motions trying to be elected as a family court judge or some shit like that."[/color] He just couldn't understand and barely paid attention when it came to his father, so when his relatives would send emails and texts he'd just skim over everything. "Family court judge, isn't that the shit right there? Guess his platform is family values or something. Sorta sucks that he doesn't have any values. He shipped his own damn kid off to boarding school just to keep his name clean. He did do one good thing though-"[/color] He said smiling as he looked over at Timothy ready to admit that best thing his father had ever done for him, but that was only to keep him from kicking and screaming all the way to New Jersey. "He let me bring you,"[/color] He grinned thinking about what it'd be like had his father not done that for him. He would have made his fathers world a living hell and brought him down to nothing ruining their families name.

He quirked a brow as he listened to his friend, "Yet? So you're saying I can make it all the way back to the dorm and then puke all over the floor or something?"[/color] He smirked as he looked over at him. He would not puke considering he hadn't drank that much for the night, and plus he had plenty of practice enough to be able to keep his booze down. Sure he would have a massive hangover in the morning but it was nothing an aspirin and a dark room couldn't fix. He did laugh though as he watched his friend try to find the words to explain it to him. He loved watching his friend as he gestured here and there and tried to fumble words out that'd make sense, but in the end that sheepish smile is what seemed to do the trick as Carter just nodded as he looked at him still somewhat confused, but only because he had kept things so vague that Carter couldn't even remember what they were talking about before his friends animation. Wasn't it something about a pickle or burger or something? WHOA, his mind was definitely drawing a blank as he just grinned and nodded not needing to keep going into that conversation since it seemed it'd confused Timmy just as much as him right now. He could not stop grinning at his friends cute antics though and wondered if he truly knew just how attractive he'd been, or if Tim had been completely clueless to the fact that Carter wanted so much more of him than what he'd been getting just as a friend. Now there was a conversation that could never confuse him, how much he wanted and needed Timothy without the other even knowing.

He just laughed and nodded once more about the french fries. He would be more than happy to get him whatever he had been craving, and plus knowing that it meant that the two could spend their afternoon together had made him do nothing more than keep that grin spread across his face. "I don't know if that's a good thing, you getting used to me and all."[/color] He smirked looking over at him though of course he thought that it was a good thing. Since he was getting used to him it meant things weren't weird anymore when they hung out and Carter would be up to his random shit again, but then again it still felt weird hanging out with Timothy for Carter just because of his feelings. He had never thought that the other had the same feelings as him though so never thought too much about how it must be hard for him as well. Carter did tend to be somewhat selfish when it came to things like that. He nodded trying not to laugh but he just couldn't help it as he let a small fit of giggles escape at the 'super best friends' comment, Timmy sure did know how to get his best friend to crack up when needed to. "Don't worry, when you've had to much i'm sure I could give you a vacation from me."[/color] He grinned looking over at his friend though hoped that Timmy wouldn't get too much of him anytime soon. It was true when he said he'd been calming down a lot lately, but that did not mean that there weren't times when his crazy self would do something so completely random that nobody could believe it.

"You bet your sweet ass they are!"[/color] He laughed looking over at him with a grin swinging his shirt around at his side while they walked. "Don't worry, I give you permission to want to touch them."[/color] He teased stepping even closer to him so they were in stride nearly bumping into each other while they walked. He watched his friend storm off a few paces and stop, and the next thing out of his mouth had Carter damn near falling over while walking. "You can't prove a damn thing!"[/color] He laughed shaking his head while grinning at the man. "You better stop talking about your panties though, someone might hear."[/color] He said stepping onto the campus and seeing their dorms getting ever closer. He would have thought there would be students out walking around but it seemed to only be them right now, but that wasn't such a bad thing as it had meant Carter would be able to talk normally without trying to conceal the conversation.[/size]

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[/color][/b]" Tim shrugged, amused by their conversation, "normal's someone who doesn't sleep on kitchen counters, or cry over burnt toast. Just to name a few, completely random examples." He laughed at his own joke, raising his eyes to the sky. "You're right,[/color]" he added, "I'm just too funny." He rocked on the swing a bit, taking in a deep breath of night air. By now, the dragging of his feet on the ground had created two fairly visible gouges in the gravel of the playground, and the edges of his shoes were covered in a fine layer of dust. Then, he stopped the motion of the swing, looking over at his friend in suprise. "Family court judge? Does he see the irony in that?" He would have laughed, had his friend not been so serious about the whole thing. If people like Carter's dad were being put in charge of family court, the justice system was pretty screwed up. Of course, at his friend's next words, he felt his heart beat a bit faster. Almost embarassed by the sincerety of the other man's words, he glanced away, twisting his lips into a sort of half-smile. "Yeah. At least he got something right," he agreed softly, instantly guilty at his secret desire to return to New York.

"Oh, hell no," Tim cried, sitting upright and giving Carter a reprimanding look, "you're not puking on the floor. Ever. Can you imagine how it would stink up our dorm?[/color]" For someone who was used to dealing with shit, Tim had an almost ridiculous adversion to vomit. Even the thought of it made him feel queasy, so he searched desperately for a way to change the subject, elaborating only slightly. "If you want to throw up, you're doing it in the toilet, and that's that." Then, he turned away with a shudder. "Topic closed," he added for good measure, just in case Carter wanted to go on discussing such disgusting things.

Thinking that his friend was laughing at Tim's stupidity, the boy frowned, pretending to pout. "Oh, forget it," he sulked playfully. The other's laughter soon brought a smile to his face though - he was pleased to be able to amuse Carter in such a way, even if the boy was drunk. It gave him a sort of satisfaction; made him feel important, and necessary. If only it were enough. Unfortunately, only being appreciated and considered a friend by Carter couldn't satisfy him, and deep down he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep up his charade of happiness for long. More and more, he thought about how easy it would be to tell him. No doubt he'd reach a point where, emotionally, it would be easier to just let his friend know how he felt and get his heart broken, than to maintain the illusion of a perfectly functioning friendship. The idea scared him, a little. To not have Carter in his life would be brutal. Feeling uncharacteristically anxious, Tim hastily pushed those thoughts away. Now wasn't the time for entertaining thought of doom. At the moment, he was entirely capable of relaxing and having a good time.

"Of course it's a good thing!" Tim said authoritatively, leaning forward to make his point clearer. However, he couldn't think of a single reason why it was a good thing, aside from the fact that it made him ridiculously happy to have a friend like Carter. And the whole crush thing, but he wasn't about to let his mind wander back to that. "We - we're like.. uh," he struggled to describe his idea in simple terms, "peanut butter and jelly!" He winced slightly, at the cliche line, but it was far too late to undo it. "See, you're nutty, and I'm - I don't know. Sticky and sweet. And apart, well, we're okay. But you're sort of clumpy and difficult to swallow, especially if you try to eat too much. No sexual innuendo intended," he laughed somewhat, then struggled to regain his train of thought. He was determined to see this thing through, even though he was fairly sure Carter would be lost by now. "And if you have too much of me, well, I'm just too fucking sweet. But put us together.." Tim clapped his hands together, demonstrating the joining of peanut butter and jelly, "and you've got a perfect sandwich." He took in a deep breath, reflecting on what he'd said. Hell, it didn't even make sense to him any more - he just had a craving for peanut butter and jelly. "Basically, I don't need a vacation from you quite yet," he concluded, smiling brightly.

Before strolling out ahead of Carter, Tim took advantage of his invitation, prodding the other man's stomach. As could be expected, the love handles were practically non-existant. Though he'd managed to get safely out of reach, Tim had to stop to join his friend in laughing again. How did they always end up talking about such strange things? He had no complaints, obviously, but he was pretty sure normal people didn't do this. Then again - who was he to question the beautiful friendship he and Carter shared? Normal or not normal, it was a force to be reckoned with. "Yeah," he agreed, lowering his voice, "wouldn't want anyone to find out what goes on in our dorm, after all. It'd cause a scandal." He widened his eyes, wiggling his fingers in what he considered a frightening fashion. [/size][/ul]

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Carter could tell he'd been helping Timmy have a good time by the amount of laughing the man had been doing, and was about to ask him if he was sure he hadn't had a drop to drink or anything before coming to get him, but just as his mouth opened Carter gasped some at what he had to say. "I thought the toast thing was put away? You're going to keep picking on me about that for a long time aren't ya?"[/color] He asked shaking his head in mock disappointment. He would have done the same thing had it been a strange quirk that his friend had instead of him, so of course he couldn't be too mad that Timmy had this ammo. That just meant that he would have to try harder to find something to keep rubbing in his friends face, but that meant he would have to lay off the booze long enough to remember something. "You're something, i'm not too sure if funny is what i'd call it anymore though. I think that ship has sailed,"[/color] He had many adjectives that he could use to describe his best friend, but none of them could be mentioned or he'd definitely know Carter had thought the world of him, so instead he made it sound like it'd been something below funny on the spectrum.

As he mentioned irony Carter just laughed and nodded throwing himself back to rest his elbows on the ground staring up at the sky. "All he cares about is the money."[/color] That is what he had thought about it though considering he couldn't see his father doing it to actually help the kids around the community. He couldn't even help his own son. "He'd probably have minions walking the streets handing over buckets of cash so the kids stay on the 'straight and narow' and he looks like he's cleaned the streets up."[/color] His father was a piece of work, "I'm surprised the damn man hasn't ran for president yet,"[/color] Oh that would never happen, Carter wouldn't allow to get his fathers name anywhere near a ballot for any political office that had anywhere near that amount of power. He was even throwing up a fight about the judge thing, "That still doesn't make him a good person,"[/color] He shrugged looking at his friend while he had been looking somewhere else. "Don't worry, you don't have to hate my father. I know you try to see the good in people and shit like that, good luck with him though."[/color] He rolled his eyes thinking that the ackward look had anything to do with his father. He had been clueless about his friend being homesick.

He burst out laughing though glad to be off the subject of his father for the timebeing as he watched the disguist on Tim's face while he talked about where Carter could puke. "Well what if I can't hold it that long? Fine, for you I could manage to run my ass to the bathroom." Though most of the time if he had felt like shit he'd pull the chair over near the bathroom so he wouldn't have far to go. He was definitely not one of those people who laid around with their head in the toilet all night, even with a janitor and shit those toilets were disguisting in a sense. "Fine, closed."[/color] He said simply making sure that Tim knew that he would not be talking about the toilet or throwing up anymore, it really wasn't the best conversation to be having right now. "Forget it? Forget what?"[/color] He asked curiously at the next little bit though laughed, in the end it seemed that he had done exactly what his friend had wanted him to and forgotten about the conversation, or at least that part of it. He was sure come the morning he was going to forget about so much more though.

Carter grinned as he heard his friend saying that getting used to him had been a good thing, that made him feel so much better as he watched Tim search for the words to best describe them. He was about to say something when he had heard his friend start to explain how infact they were just like the sandwich. He had to laugh at how he was explaining it though it did seem to match them rather well, he was impressed though of course his mind started to race with dirty thoughts before his friend told him to pretty much get them out of his head. "You're lucky you said something because my mind was so taking a one way trip to the gutter."[/color] Truth be told it was still there somewhat, he was a lot hornier when he'd been drinking so sadly the sexual thoughts in his head were happening all the time. "Yeah I could see my teeth starting to hurt if I hung out with you for too long in a day,"[/color] He joked as his friend had said he'd been too sweet. He knew it to be true though, him being sweet and all, and the only reason his teeth would hurt would be because his mouth would hurt from laughing so damn much. Tim always had him laughing and in a good mood. "Basically after all this you're just telling me we should get together and make the perfect sandwich right? You seriously have too much time on your hands,"[/color] The thought of getting to be with him though causing him to start to grin for no apparant reason. He had to hide it soon though or Tim might ask questions, but he just couldn't as that whole explanation (although corny in a sense) had been cuter than shit.

Carter laughed and pulled away some as his friend touched the love handle, of course being very ticklish on his side and having his crush touch him had sent him into a fit of giggles, but he did regain composure and stand back up straight continuing to walk alongside him, or at least try to considering he kept trailing behind and having to stumble forward to keep back up with him. "Oh shut up, it would not!"[/color] He gasped teasing some as his head started to shake in thought of their dorm and the scandals within. He smirked stepping closer to wrap his arm around his friends waste as he wiggling his eyebrows playfully getting his lips real close to the others ear, "But we could surely make our own scandal, what do you say?"[/color] He dropped his voice low as he looked over at him in a playful manner.[/size]

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[/color][/b]" He could see the joke getting old fast, especially when Carter woke up with no recollection of it whatsoever, but for now he'd milk it for all it was worth. Besides, it wasn't as if Carter didn't use Tim's strange habits and odd quirks to make fun of him. It just came with the territory that was their friendship. He acted offended when Carter decided that he was not, in fact, funny, adding in exhasperation, "yeah, right. You're just jealous of how hilarious I'm being right now." Then, he turned his nose up quite obviously, trying to convey a higher level of superiority.

Tim frowned as Carter spoke, his expression becoming more serious. "That's what it all comes down to, hey? All these big shots, pretending to do good for the community, when what they really want is money, money and more money?" He glanced at his friend, thinking for a moment while the other man spoke, nodding in silent agreement to his words. If Carter's dad was half as bad as his friend seemed to think, he certainly wouldn't make a good president. "No.." Tim replied to the other man's comment about one small act of decency making no difference to who his father was. Then, caught off-guard by Carter's next, words, Tim gave him an odd look, shrugging. "I don't think - nevermind. Your dad's made his choices, you've made yours, and I really have nothing to do with the whole thing. I'm just here when you need me." He grinned at the seriousness of it all, but remained sincere, watching his friend.

Tim rolled his eyes at Carter's threats. He knew that, if the man ever came even remotely close to puking on their floor, he would somehow find the superhuman strength required to drag him to the bathroom on time. Tim could be quite pro-active, when it suited him. "Oh, for me?" he simpered sarcastically, putting a hand to his chest as if flattered, "you would be able to puke.. in the toilet? You're wonderful![/color]" Then, he returned his attitude to normal, nodding when his friend deemed the topic closed. "Excellent," he decided, rocking on the swing. Then, he laughed as his friend spoke again, clapping his hands together without really thinking about it. "Good job!" he complimented him. Sadly, he was quite sure that the man actually had forgotten. Either way, he wouldn't have to worry about it any more.

Tim shook his head at Carter's confession, sighing. "Yeah, I thought it might be. I swear, if you hadn't been corrupting me for the entire duration of my life, I wouldn't even notice that sort of thing," he accused, then smiled to himself. Carter certainly had made him more aware of the sexual aspect of things. As he mulled over that thought, he felt a bit of laughter bubble up into his throat, due to the depressing double meaning. Fortunately he managed to swallow the urge to giggle, saving himself from an awkward explanation. He grinned at Carter's comment, trying to imagine himself as 'jelly'. It wasn't as easy as one would think, and he soon gave up, too preoccupied by their current conversation. Then, in a slightly ashamed voice, he admitted: "Well, I would sort of like a sandwich now.. " He looked over at Carter, seeing the strange smile on his face but not thinking much of it. He'd likely come up with some sort of disturbing joke about sandwiches, or something, and the less Tim heard of it the better.

Tim giggled as Carter pulled away, sliding his hands back into the pockets of his jackets. His friend really wasn't fat at all, which was why Tim enjoyed making fun of him for being a glutton. He quite enjoyed the way they had of constantly teasing each other; aside from the occasional serious conversation about life and whatnot, their friendship was an easy one, with just the right amount of excitement thrown in. The only thing that would make it better, would be for him to forget all about how much more he wanted from Carter. If only Tim could enjoy their companionship the way it was, he would be happy. Of course, just as he was thinking about his unfortunate feelings, Carter chose to close the distance between them once more. Almost automatically, Tim moved closer to his friend, leaning in as the man's arm snaked around his waist. Then he realized what he was doing, and pretended to have stumbled slightly on a rock. He felt a shiver run down his spine as Carter's breath tickled his ear, and he let out a snicker, turning his head to look at his friend. "Oh, yes. My life is far too boring - it needs a little scandal," he agreed, trying to keep things light. [/size][/ul]

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Carter growled some in a joking manner as his friend mentioned the toast, "Remind me to hide that damn toaster when we get back to the dorm. Better yet remind me to get rid of the damn thing."[/color] He joked though he would be stupid enough to do something like that. Sadly he would probably want some toast right after getting rid of the toaster too, that was just how lame he had been. "Jealous? Yeah, that must be what i'm feeling."[/color] He rolled his eyes as though he was far from jealous, but at least his friend wasn't picking up on the true emotions he had been feeling right now. It was the same exact thing each and every single time that the two were together when it came to how he'd felt about his friend, and tonight it just seemed so much stronger but that's how it always felt when the two were alone. He let out a sigh, the way he loved him had been so insane that he couldn't believe that he had kept it hidden for so long.

He watched the frown on Tim's face and let out a sigh sinking into the ground. He was glad that he hadn't been the one personally to upset him, that it had something to do with politics and the people in it just for the wallet full of cash, so of course since he'd believed what his friend was saying he simply nodded quietly. "Eh, most everyone in the city seemed fake so he'd fit right in."[/color] He was lying of course though when he had to go to the functions with political figures for his father, that was quite a nice payday for Carter to play civil for an hour or so, the people all around him seemed to be so fake that it hadn't even been funny. It was ridiculous to think that they could have gotten elected, and he sure as hell wasn't going to start voting when he became of legal age. His father expected it so that was just one more thing he'd let him down by avoiding. He just smiled as he listened to his friend, at least he wasn't going to try to go out of his way to find something nice about his father. "You have so much to do with everything."[/color] He blurted out without even thinking as he sat up on the ground to look at him seriously. "But that's just because when I think of family it's all about you and I, nothing about them. I'm sorry I haven't introduced you to him officially yet, he just wouldn't understand."[/color] Timothy had been in the same room with his father a few times probably, but Carter would not be mean enough to put him through introductions. It was bad enough he'd introduced the man to his mother, what a character she had been.

"You're damn right for you!" He said simply as he grinned looking at his friend, "You know i'm damn lazy so if I ran to the bathroom just to avoid puking on your floor then you better be damn happy for me."[/color] He groaned and then realized he had said that just after he'd already put the topic as closed. "Okay seriously it's going to be closed now, that first one was just a practice. This is the real deal,"[/color] He chuckled shaking his head. He was so lame and couldn't believe he'd kept talking about it right after saying he wouldn't. When Tim had told him good job he sort of had this dumbfounded expression on his face but just shrugged it off. It had been a compliment so he was going to accept it as he could feel that goofy grin starting to take place across his face once more. "I should get a gold star for doing such a good job, and I was hella quick too so maybe I should get two stickers."[/color] He laughed having no idea what he was just talking about. "I seriously should stop drinking if I want to keep at least one braincell after graduation."[/color] He knew it had been a year away though, and of course he said each time he drank that he should stop and usually never did.

He just grinned as he tried to get some sort of innocent look on his face, but there was no chance in hell he was innocent in the slightest. He thought about what his friend had said and clapped his hands together quickly laughing as he wrapped his arm around his friend and grinned, "So you pretty much just admitted that your mind was in the damn gutter too huh?"[/color] He asked laughing hysterically releasing his friends shoulder as he jumped up and down triumphantly, but he'd forgotten that his head had been somewhat dizzy when he moved in random motions so the jumping made him lose balance as he tumbled and fell down. He laughed hysterically from the ground as he pounded his fist against the ground, "My ankles gonna feel that one in the morning,"[/color] He groaned already feeling it hurting just somewhat. He could deal though as he went and pushed himself off of the ground to catch back up to his friend. He was used to falling all over himself and lately it hadn't even embarassed him anymore. If he couldn't make any fun of himself there was no point in living as far as he'd been concerned. He watched the expression on Tim's face and just grinned as he let him know he somewhat wanted a sandwich, "How about we make us some to eat before bed?"[/color] He asked, that giving him an excuse to stay up just a little longer with his friend who he'd secretly loved so much.

He liked how when he had moved in closer to the man he had seemed to accept him as he came closer himself but then the whole tripping over the rock thing had him laughing somewhat as he looked behind them just for a moment to see the rock. He couldn't see anything but it must have been there, why in the world would he make up tripping over something when Carter got so close? He stopped dead in his tracks as his friend talked about scandal though and turned Tim so he'd been facing him. "I can't control myself around you, it get too out of hand too fast. You're just that much of a damn treat,"[/color] He stopped talking unsure if he was even making sense as he just shook his head and started to walk faster towards the dorms. He had said too much, it was not something he should be talking about as he just hummed a silent tune in his head trying to clear his thoughts. It was true though, if Tim would just let have Carter have him for one night there was so much he could do to him, but at the same time once anything happened everything would change. He did not want Tim to look at him in any other way then he was now. "Come on, it's getting cold we better hurry up," Now he was the one who was rushing things along.[/size]

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[/color][/b]" Tim told Carter, tone serious despite the obvious joke. He really enjoyed toasters; they made fast, easy, tasty meals possible, and he couldn't imagine life without one. What would they do? Fry bread on the stove? The idea was ridiculous - not only would it be burnt more often, but they'd also have to wash the pan. Getting rid of the toaster was nothing to joke about. Suddenly realizing that his mind had gone of on a completely irrelevant tangent, Tim pulled himself back into the conversation, nodding at Carter's words. "Damn straight you're jealous," he told him, smiling widely.

Tim frowned, not wanting to think about New York too much. Doing so always gave him a strange, queasy feeling, and worsened his homesickness considerably. He preferred to live in the moment, to not pay attention to the things he missed about his old life. Besides, it was worth it to be here - he had Carter, after all. It was quite possible that the pain of losing his best friend would be considerably worse than the pain of being temporarily separated from his family. Not wanting to dwell on this at the moment, he fought the thoughts away, acting like he'd only been thinking about all the greed in the world. Of course, as Carter spoke of how he considered Tim to be his family, the boy was pulled out of his funk entirely. His heart leapt at his friend's words: "you have so much to do with everything." There seemed to be something hidden in them; a sort of possibility that maybe Carter felt the same about him. Maybe friendship wasn't the only thing he was talking about. Almost as quickly as this consideration formed, Tim's mind came up with a dozen reasons describing its impossibility, but he hardly cared. Somehow, there was still the tiniest bit of hope. Unable to conceal his gratitude at the compliment Carter had paid him, Tim looked over at his friend, eyes shining slightly. "It's fine," he managed, in reply to the other man's apology. He didn't quite know what to say about the earlier comment, he was so affected by it. "I don't need to meet him, really. He doesn't seem like the greatest person to know. Or be known by. No offense, of course.. he's still your dad." Tim shrugged, looking away once more.

Tim laughed as Carter began talking about the puking again, shaking his head. The man really was something else - half the time, he didn't know how they'd managed to remain such close friends. Probably some sort of twisted game of fate, or something; not that he could complain. He loved every minute of it. "Two stickers it is," he agreed, still grinning. Then, he gave his friend a skeptical look, knowing that Carter probably wouldn't be kicking the drinking habit anytime soon. "There's really no point. Everyone already knows I've got the brains in this duo. You might as well throw your brain cells to the wind," he advised jokingly. At times, he reflected, Carter could actually be quite smart. He just didn't seem to apply the ability as often as most other people. Sometimes, he wished his friend would slow down and take time to focus, but Tim really didn't want to have to enforce that behaviour. It would likely cause a few problems for their friendship, and Carter would eventually wisen up on his own.

Tim stuck his tongue out at Carter, smiling mischeviously. "Hey, don't blame my mind for this! It just saw that your mind was in the gutter, and decided to jump in there and drag it out. Really, my mind was working in the best interests of.. both of us," he raised an eyebrow at himself, trying to figure out if that made sense. Hell, he was in such a loopy mindset, he didn't even care. He watched in half-suprise as Carter tumbled to the ground, then joined in on his friend's laughter, hardly caring that they were causing a ruckus. "There really are no words to describe you," he informed Carter, throwing his hands up in good-humoured exasperation. Then, excited at the prospect of food, he added, "and eating is definitely on our list of things to do before bed."

Tim blushed, noticing Carter glance back as if searching for the 'rock' he had stumbled on. Hopefully, he'd just assumed it was invisible, or something. Momentarily, the same echo of 'pathetic' rang through his mind, the more sensible part of himself making itself known. Thankfully, what happened next completely erased all self-depricating thoughts from Timothy's mind, and he gazed back at his friend, eyes widening in shock. He couldn't even think of anything to say; the only thought running through his mind was, 'did that just happen?' Unless he'd been imagining things, Carter had been completely serious, when he'd said that. "..What?" Tim asked, but his friend had already started walking again. Tim frowned, looking after the man. The ever-optimistic gears of his mind were working overtime, now, threading together dozens of possibilities. There was, after all, a possibility that Carter returned Tim's more-than-friendly feelings - a small one, but a possibility nonetheless. Of course, there was the drunken aspect of things to consider, plus the possibility that it'd really only been a joke. All these ideas made Timothy's brain hurt. Screw it, he thought, hurrying to catch up to Carter, I'll think about it later. He returned to his friend's side, glancing over at him. "Yeah... it's getting chilly," he said, voice somewhat strained.

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Carter shook his head crossing her arms infront of his chest as he rolled his eyes, "Such a damn drama queen, if that's the only way to get that damn toaster out I guess i'll have to make due without you."[/color] He smirked as he tried to challenge him some so he could call his bluff. He knew that his best friend could not just leave him over something as trivial as a toaster could he? He looked at him with such a curious tone as he tried to ponder and instead sighed letting his arms fall to his sides with a shrug, "Fine, the toaster stays. I don't know what i'd do without you around. I'm rather pathetic, can't take care of myself and all, but we all know that so why i'm running off at the mouth?"[/color] He rambled and made it sound like a joke just so Tim wouldn't think too much about the fact that Carter had told him he'd needed him. The two of them both knew it'd been true but still it always seemed to sound weird since he'd liked him so much. "You're something else. You know that?"[/color] He asked softly looking out around the park at the stillness of the night. He loved it and wished the two didn't have to leave anytime soon, but he knew that it'd be smart to get back to campus and at least get some sort of sleep tonight.

Carter had never really cared when people said things upsetting about his father. He would usually be one of the people laughing right along with everyone else not caring what was said, and tonight seemed no different as Timothy spoke about him being his dad and all, "People should stop trying to remind me about that,"[/color] He said coldly though his attitude did not stay sour for long. "I guess i'm lucky that I don't even look like him,"[/color] He rolled his eyes as he was very thankful that he had his mothers softer features. [color="I'll let you meet him one day, maybe on his deathbed so you can rub it in to him how awesome of a person I am and how he's a sucker for not knowing me?"[/color] He had made it sound like it were a question, like he would actually want to bring Timothy in while his father was laying there dying just so he could brag about the boy. It was so cruel but in the end that was just how much he had hated him. "Why would I take offense to anything you say about that man? You know I can't stand him,"[/color] He brushed the comment right away not caring so much that the man had anything bad to say about him. If anything it'd make him feel better to hear Timothy sit there and rip right into the bastard of an old man he called father.

He grinned as he heard his friend make the note of two stickers, "Gold star stickers, don't forget about the gold star stickers. I don't want just anything, gold stars or nothing."[/color] He realized he had said 'gold stars' about five or so times right now so he needed to stop talking for the timebeing so he wouldn't sound stupid anymore. "Yeah but what is going to happen when we're not around each other?"[/color] He asked somewhat pouty before he couldn't help but just grin at the other. He knew that Timothy had been right, he was the brains and Carter had been the...He tried to think of something that could fit but just couldn't, all he'd been was some drunk bastard who was too horny and outspoken. He wasn't even that tough, he could get into random fights but would usually get the shit kicked out of him having to call Tim to bring the mess he was left in back home. "You seriously don't care if i'm stupid?"[/color] He asked having wished he could at least be smarter during conversations with Tim, and probably a lot less drunk. Yeah that'd be nice, he could stand to be a little less drunk all the damn time.

He laughed again when he tried to justify why his mind had gone into the gutter, "Well isn't your mind just so damn nice to want to help mine out. Best interests my ass,"[/color] He laughed shaking his head as he could not stop grinning around the boy. He should have felt more embarassed when he fell but instead loved hearing his friend laugh at him as he stood back up. "That's a good thing right?"[/color] He asked looking over at him while he walked, but he did make sure to somewhat concentrate on where he was going so he wouldn't trip over himself again. He had a feeling his face was going to end up hurting from all this laughing and smiling he'd been doing tonight, but of course he kept that grin plastered right across his face as he heard his friend continue to talk. "How about this, we get something to eat and crawl into my nice warm bed with like five blankets on it and cuddle up before we fall asleep?"[/color] He loved his blankets but what was even better had been when his friend would slip under the covers with him. "What are you in the mood for again?"[/color] He asked forgetting if he had said something or not, damn his mind was playing tricks on him tonight.

When he heard his friend ask him what he just shrugged as though he had forgotten what he had said and just kept walking faster. He was unsure of what he should say or do right about now as he let out a groan and kicked the ground. Why on earth did he have to be so damn stupid and say shit like that? He could sense that he was getting further from Timothy as he could not look back to see where he had been, but was happy when he had seen him finally catch up and get to his side and make the comment. He could not say anything anymore as he just stayed silent while crossing the campus until he found their building. He walked to the door and used his card to open it before stepping in holding it for Tim, he could at least be a gentleman since he'd been acting all weird and shit all of a sudden, and with that he shoved his hands in his pockets and headed towards their dorm. He would still make something to eat with his friend and hoped he'd cuddle with him to fall asleep, but just for the timebeing he needed to be quiet before he dug himself a hole that he just could not get out of with his words.

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[/color][/b]" Shortly, though, a grin split his face. They really were the oddest pair. He nodded as his friend spoke again, raising his eyebrows. "Yeah, that's what I thought. But don't worry - you're not that pathetic. You have your days," he assured the man, rolling his eyes as if unable to believe that Carter couldn't see that he was more than just a pathetic excuse for a human being. He gave his friend a vague smile when, again, he was called 'really something.' As usual, he chose to take it as a compliment. However, he didn't ask Carter to elaborate. It was better to just accept things in his own way, sometimes.

Timothy was slightly uncomfortable, discussing something so serious and difficult as Carter's relationship with his dad. He shifted slightly on his swing, letting his friend talk. This was probably one of those times where it was best to be more of a listening ear, and less of a conversational companion. He nodded as the other man spoke, adding the odd 'mhm' to show that he was listening. He groaned slightly as Carter mentioned meeting his father on his deathbed, shaking his head. "While you certainly are an amazing person, I'm not about to rub it in a dying man's face. Thanks, though." He added a bit of dry sarcasm into his words, still trying to lighten the mood. He didn't mind having important life conversations at all; he'd just prefer to do it in a more comfortable setting, when Carter was sober.

"Yeah, yeah, gold stars, I know," he sighed, then grinned good-naturedly. Their lively banter wasn't quite so full of laughter, now, and it seemed that the two boys were starting to tire. It was, after all, quite late. Tim looked down at his hands, picking absently at a fingernail for a moment. He thought for a second, then turned, giving Carter a serious look. "Well, if you want to be able to function on your own, then I guess you will have to stop drinking," he concluded helpfully. Oh, if only that would happen. He didn't want Carter to stop drinking entirely - he just wanted him to slow down a bit. And not do it so often. It was tiring, to have to constantly remind his friend what had happened the night before, and to always worry that he'd get hurt somehow. "Well, don't get too stupid, please," Tim laughed, not wanting to get into the whole drinking thing now. "But I'll be your friend no matter what. There's no way I'm letting you go just yet," he assured him, still smiling in amusement. Really, there was probably nothing Carter could do to make Tim love him less; that was the sad truth of the matter.

"Oh, shut up. My mind deserves an award or something," Tim declared, sending a fake glare in his friend's direction. This was just one of those times where he had know idea what the heck they were talking about. He was just glad to be sharing this moment with Carter. In fact, he was glad to share every moment with Carter, even if the shit was hitting the fan. Smirking, Tim gave his friend a cryptic look, shrugging. "I suppose it could be a good thing. At least you keep life interesting," he told him, feeling a rush of affection for the other man. He may be a bumbling, stumbling, drunk fool, but he was Tim's bumbling, stumbling, drunk fool, and that made it okay.

He grinned warmly as Carter spoke of blankets, food and cuddling. That was, quite honestly, Tim's idea of the perfect night. Snuggling, eating, and being close to someone he really, truly loved. The only damper on that particular scenario was, of course, the fact that he had to hold back a great part of that love. He had to act more like a friend and less like.. well, like what he'd like to be. That was the tragedy of his situation. Knowing that, no matter how happy he was to be spending time with his friend, there was still that invisible barrier between them. Why did everything have to be so difficult? Obviously, Tim did not reveal these thoughts at all, instead nodding with agreement. "That sounds like an excellent plan. See? You really are a genius, deep down," he complimented Carter, smiling happily. Then, he donned a puzzled expression. He'd been so preoccupied thinking about cuddling, he'd completely forgotten what it was he'd wanted to eat. He looked over at his friend, blinking slowly. "I don't..." he paused, eyes lightening with realization, "oh! A sandwich! Hah!" He laughed, extremely proud of himself. When it came to short-term memory, he could be just as bad as drunk Carter.

Tim's thought were racing as he walked along beside the other man. Mostly, they alternated between 'he meant it' and 'he was only joking,' with the occasional, 'he's too drunk to be taken seriously' thrown in. Desperately, Tim wanted to stop his friend right there and demand that he explain himself. But, as was normal, the boy was simply to scared. So he held his tongue, silently walking past Carter into their building and leading the way to their dorm. [/size][/ul]

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He smirked as he watched his friend react to what he had said. That was one thing he loved the most about Timothy, of course it being just one on a long list of things though, was the way he could take anything that Carter had said and react in the perfect way that'd have Carter laughing like hell. Tonight had been no different as the image of him leaving the room with the toasted tucked under his arm had Carter rolling, "You'd make it about three steps before turning back. I don't think you'd last a night without your bed, or me."[/color] He had to throw himself in there though of course he knew his friend was tough enough to get through anything without Carter there. If anything he'd always thought he'd just messed things up. He knew that once he spoke his true feelings that'd mess everything up though so instead he was just waiting and forcing those feelings to stay bottled up. It wasn't good for his health but what the hell could he do? He was too damn nervous and that was saying something considering he rarely got too nervous. Tim just had that effect on him, he was an idiot around the man because he was so drunk on love.

Another thing that he'd obviously loved about Tim was his morals. Carter hadn't had any as far as he could tell, he'd do just about anything for no apparant reason other than to laugh and have a good time, and he would definitely be the type that would rub something in a dying old bastards face. "You're right, it wouldn't be right. Who knows, maybe we'll grow closer throughout the years." He burst out laughing letting him know that it had obviously been nothing more than a joke that he could even consider getting closer to his father. His true wish would be that once he's old enough to support himself he could just run away and start a whole new life, and of course he would hope that his best friend Tim would be by his side. He had a feeling that Tim could not stay forever away from his family but he hoped it could happen long enough that Carter's father would stop breathing down his neck about behaviors and shit. He needed Tim but realized that Tim needed family. He just wished he could make him happy without needing to involve others, but that is just because he was so damn used to being alone without family, but he knew that Timothy had a strong family bond that he would never try to get inbetween or break.

Carter had noticed as well that the millions of fits of giggles had started to die out and the two weren't as lively as they had been just a little while ago at the swingset, so he knew that once at the dorm he probably wouldn't be able to keep himself awake that much longer after he'd made something to eat like Tim had wanted. He was somewhat glad that he hadn't drank as much as he could have tonight, if he had he probably would have passed out long before now and Tim would have bigger problems on his shoulders. The biggest one being he'd have to find a damn way to drag his friend back to campus, or of course he could leave him out there and pick him up in the morning when he decided to finally wake up. "I promise, for you i'll slow it down." That is the least he could do, promise. He wasn't sure if he could keep it, or hell he might not even remember making the promise come tomorrow, but he knew that is what his friend had wanted to hear so while they were walking back to the dorms he could at least make him happy. "You better not or i'd be pissed," He teased though had no idea if that had even fit in with the rest of the conversation. He was getting rather tired and couldn't believe he'd even made it this far in a conversation without spacing out.

"I'll give it a gold star. How does that sound?"[/color] He smirked bringing up the gold stars that he had been talking so much about just a few minutes ago. He honestly didn't even care so much for those little stickers but it was fun talking about them and hearing what Timothy had to say in return. He never knew what to expect from his friend so each time he opened his mouth it seemed Carter was on the edge of his seat waiting to hear what he had to say. "I keep life interesting? What a hell of a slogan, Carter Andrews - around to keep life interesting,"[/color] He smirked putting his hand up in the air as though putting a banner up as he grinned. He was glad that his friend had appreciated him around and only hoped that 'interesting' had been in the fun way and not the annoying one. He just grinned at his next compliment though and snapped his fingers, "Damnit I would have added genious onto here but I ran out of space. I guess people will just have to find that part out for themselves,"[/color] He was still talking about that invisible banner finding that the more he cracked jokes he could hide his true feelings, and with the weird shit he'd just said he found this was helping forget about his words.

Things were slowly starting to get less weird as the two made it to the building and he held the door open for him. That was a good thing because he could not stand to keep things too complicated for too long. "A sandwich? Peanut butter and jelly?"[/color] He asked giving his friend a wink laughing as he had remembered what he was talking about earlier about how the two resembled one of those. "Alright, so a sandwich and then some cuddling. Sounds damn near perfect."[/color] He got to their room and searched for his keys but could not find them, "Uh could you do the honors?"[/color] He asked feeling like an idiot for misplacing them. Knowing his stupidity they were laying on his bed or something, it was all the time that he was forgetting his keys and having to wait out in the hall for his friend to get home. Jeeze he really was pathetic without Timothy.[/size]

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Tim watched as Carter laughed, for once refraining from joining in. Maybe he was being naive, but he still thought that, one day, the man and his father might be able to sort things out. One of the most important things in Timothy's life, aside from his friend, was family. He had grown up in a stable, happy environment, surrounded by love and life, and the knowledge that Carter hadn't been able to experience the same thing constantly weighed down on him. Of course, Carter had spent many days at Tim's house. In fact, he was practically a part of Tim's family, seeing as they'd been friends for forever. Still, that didn't make up for the lack of real parents in his friend's life, and Timothy desperately wished that there was some way to fix things between them all. Unfortunately, such a task was terribly daunting, and probably impossible. So, instead of going on about how anything was possible, Tim simply said, "we'll see."

Tim nodded at Carter's promise, quite aware that it probably didn't mean much. His friend had said the same thing on countless drunken occasions, then promptly forgotten all about it in the morning. Sometimes, Tim wondered why he was constantly persuing this state of mind. It was fun once in a while, sure, but all the time? It could be something to do with the man's dad - he had, after all, made his son's life miserable. But Tim had always been there. Sometimes he felt that, by drinking, Carter was shutting him out, too, and it killed him. It was as if Carter didn't want to become close to anyone for fear that they would end up pushing him away as his father had done. Or there could be another reason entirely. Either way, Tim simply wanted Carter to be sober more often. He just didn't know how to tell him. "Of course you'd be pissed," he told him, forcing himself to smile, "I'm the best thing that ever happened to you." Then, wanting to relieve the tension of the serious conversation, he laughed uproariously. His words hadn't even been funny, but he hardly cared now. It was time to move on to more lighthearted matters.

When Carter said he'd give him a gold star, Timothy laughed even harder. "Yeah," he giggled, nose crinkling slightly, "it would like that." He then tried to picture himself putting a gold sticker on his mind. That would be an interesting feat indeed - and fairly ridiculous. As Carter began talking again, Timothy looked over at him, listening intently. Then, a smile spread across his face, and he nodded. "Exactly! It works!" he agreed, wondering if bringing the superhero joke up once more would be acceptable. Hell, Carter had probably forgotten about it by now. As his friend continued speaking, he laughed, rolling his eyes. "You can just scribble it on with sharpie, or something," he suggested.

"Definitely," Timothy said, though he really didn't care about the sandwich anymore. He was still trying to figure out what had happened outside. Though, he was glad that Carter seemed to have gotten over the awkwardness. As they came closer to their dorm, he was already digging in his pocket, preparing to get his keys out. He could distinctly remember seeing Carter's set on the kitchen counter before he left, and was not suprised when his friend failed to find them. He smiled, shaking his head. "Of course I'll do the honors. Do you want me to carry you across the threshold, too?" he asked sarcastically, pushing the door open. Then, he walked in, placing his keys on the counters beside Carter's and giving his friend a pointed look. "Home sweet home," he declared, pulling his sweatshirt off. [/size][/ul]

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He nodded laughing at his friend, "Oh of course you could get that far. You might even touch the door to leave. Make it to the bus stop even, but then you'd realize how crazy you must look holding a toaster like a football and you'd call me to come pick you up right?" He asked with a grin. That entire little bit had been a joke, he just hoped his friend could find the same amount of humor that he had found in it. That is most all that the night had came down to, some random silly banter back and forth because the longer he stayed around him the more he wanted to just open up and say everything. He couldn't though and that is what annoyed him so much. He would fight with his own mind so many different times to get his feelings out in the open and nothing would ever come of it.

The rest of the way back to the dorm had been the same, a few grins and giggles here and there and the quiet little conversations they would throw in just to cover the ackward silence. It hadn't been ackward before Carter had started opening his mouth though and knew damn well that he had been the reason that the entire conversation and mood had shifted. He had no idea how to get it back where it had been once before as he could feel himself slipping even more out of the buzz he'd at least had not too long ago. He had to think about so much that it was damn near sobering him up, and of course that was something that he did not appreciate all that much. He did happen to look over and chuckle at the sharpie comment, "Yeah that seems to be the best way to go huh?" He asked, sharpies being his saving grace through so many projects. He would remember the many times he had to carry one in his pocket when his group was presenting infront of the class. He would listen to other reports and if he'd heard something interesting he'd mark it down on their own poster. He cheated but that didn't matter, and of course the teachers never seemed to care as the groups marks didn't diminish below a B hardly ever.

He just smiled as the man agreed to the sandwich, that was a good thing and simple to make even for a man who had been out drinking earlier. He was all set to go into the dorm and forget about all of their troubles, or at least he was almost ready before he'd forgotten his keys. Damnit He swore inwardly as he looked back at his friend giving him that all too familiar 'oops' look as he'd seen him already digging for his own keys. "Don't tell me you knew already that i'd left them behind?" He shook his head letting a chuckle or two roll out, he could comment about how the other man had been his saving grace once again but figured he'd done enough complimenting for the moment. That had been part of the reason it was so weird between them right now and he couldn't move past it as easily as he'd wanted. He knew he'd feel much better in the morning though since that is how it had usually happened. "Think you could even lift this bucket of lard?" He asked with a smirk as he laughed at his friend leaning against the wall by the door as he watched his friend open it for him.

He walked in behind his friend and watched where he had placed his keys and sure enough sitting right next to them had been his own set. He rolled his eyes laughing as he walked over and snatched them up putting them in his pocket. He was sure he'd forget or lose them again, especialy when he slipped out of his pants tonight and into another pair tomorrow. He knew exactly which pocket to get into for his phone and never seemed to bother with where his keys had landed. Maybe that was because he was just so damn dependent on the other man, but he didn't see that as such a bad thing considering it'd give him plenty of excuses to see him. It wasn't that the two were best friends only because he'd wanted them to be, but moreso because he'd needed him in his life in more ways than one. Times like tonight just proved it. "For another year and a half anyway and then where we going to be?" He asked thinking about after graduation, that is if he ever made it there given his grades were always shameful.

"So how about that sandwich?" He stated clapping his hands together as he walked over to the sink and leaned over the sink to wash his hands. He dried them off on a paper towel and threw that in the trash as he looked in the fridge for the bread that he'd put in there earlier, he loved cold bread and it'd kept longer than on the counter, and of course he found the jelly and grabbed the peanut butter that had been up in the cupboard. He kept looking back at his friend and smiling, god the way he stood there had even been attractive to him, and that is when he realized that he just could not concentrate at all right now on the sandwich. He turned and put the knife he'd just gotten out of the drawer down and walked right up to his friend backing him against the wall as he planted a passionate kiss right on his lips. He had been in the privacy of his own room right now so could care less. He knew he'd pull away before things got too serious and sexual but for now he needed that kiss, the mans lips were practically giving him a fever he'd felt so hot right then. "The sandwich is just gonna have to wait," He muttered not even sure if his friend would be up for messing around at all. He had just confused the fuck out of him so of course he could be somewhat taken back and push him away or something, it's not like he'd know.


(( ooc, sorry it's not pretty right now. i can fix that later, didn't have a lot of time but wanted to get a post up for us <3 ))

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[/color][/b]" Tim nodded, trying to sound regretful. "I can just see it - I'd be standing out there, and it would start raining, and I'd be all alone with nothing but a toaster to keep me company. I wouldn't last five seconds!" He grinned, imagining how that scene would play out. It certainly would be a humbling moment in his life, if it were to ever happen. He glanced over at his friend, observing the other's amusement, having no idea what was going on in the confines of Carter's mind. Oh, what a classic tragedy the two of them were - so terribly close to complete happiness, only to be held back from taking that last, damning step, all thanks to some ridiculous fear which neither could name. How could something so easy be so hard?

Tim nodded, thinking (obscurely) about those helpful little permanent markers. He didn't have a close relationship with them, really, but he found they came in handy once in a while. "Of course. Plus, it would make your banner much more unique than all the other, perfect banners," Tim decided. His forehead scrunched up as he tried to make sense of their conversation. It had been leaping around an awful lot lately - from superheros, to toast, to Carter's dad, to sharpies, somehow. Even for a completely sober, relatively smart person, this was confusing. He didn't know how his friend managed to keep up.

Tim gave Carter a knowing smile, shrugging graciously. "Maybe, maybe not. It's more likely that I did - I'm all knowing." He cackled to himself in an extremely dorky fashion, not really caring about 'acting cool' around his best friend. They'd known each other far too long for such trivialities. Once he'd finished being amused by himself, Tim slid the key into the lock, glancing over at Carter. He sighed, acting disappointed. "Shit, you're right. Fine - you can carry me," he joked. Of course, he didn't really want to deal with the difficulty of being picked up and transported just then, so he entered the room of his own accord. As Carter mentioned the future, Timothy became more thougtful, considering what might happen. Despite his enthusiasm as a student, and relatively high marks, he really didn't know what he wanted to do with himself. In all honesty, he'd like to travel for awhile. Take a break from school, take time to figure things out - that sort of stuff. And, no matter what, he wanted Carter to be alongside him. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to tell the other man that particular desire, considering he might not take it at face-value as merely a gesture of friendship. "I have no idea," he finally answered truthfully, looking over at his friend. He smiled, a reminiscient expression on his face.

"Sure," Tim laughed, suddenly remembering the prospect of food. He grinned slightly as Carter turned, standing back for a moment to fully appreciate his friend. God, even watching the other man rummage around in the fridge was like a special priviledge. Tim felt his expression soften, and for a split second, he let the insane love he felt for Carter wash over him. Honestly, sometimes it just drove him crazy, keeping it hidden. How could he be so ecstatic and so miserable at the same time? Just as Tim was beginning to mull over this, Carter turned. Quickly, Tim wiped the revealling emotion from his face, taking a step forward as if he were going to help make that sandwich. However, his friend seemed to have a different idea, and Tim could only remain statue-like as his crush closed the gap between them. All he could think was, don't do it.

Unfortunately, Carter didn't get the message. In no time at all, Tim found himself pressed against the wall, completely and utterly defeated. As his friend's mouth found his, Tim melted, unable to deny himself that simple pleasure. No matter how much he argued with his own mind, no matter how much he knew it would kill him, he just couldn't say no. Carter was like a drug, and he the helpless addict. As Carter spoke, Tim felt his breath on his lips and became almost dizzy with his closeness. Suddenly realizing that his eyes were closed, he forced them open, shocked further by his roommates' near proximity. His mind had frozen, somehow, and not a single phrase offered itself , so he let out a short breath, feeling much like a cornered beast. [/size][/ul]

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Carter had to admit that the way the man had described it had it sounding rather pathetic, and when it came to all things pathetic he did what he normally would and laughed about it. "I promise if it started to rain i'd come find you and take you home. We wouldn't want you melting or anything would we?"[/color] He asked still not being able to get over the image of him standing there soaked with nothing but a toaster in his arms. "Be thankful it wasn't plugged in though or else it'd fry your ass if you got that soaked,"[/color] He of course then imagined his best friend standing there like they do in the cartoons with their hair sticking straight up with the black dust all over their face. He knew he had to stop thinking about it so much before he busted a gut laughing. "I'm sorry, i'll stop talking about it now,"[/color] He just couldn't get the damn picture out of his mind that easily.

"My poster wouldn't be perfect even without the marker,"[/color] He tried to think about if he'd ever done anything that had came out just right, and the sad thing is he couldn't think of anything. "You remember that time I got the slot I wanted at the local bar back home? I was going to put up little promotion flyers all around the city so I grabbed a paper and marker. I spelt my own damn name wrong so I just x'ed it out and re-wrote it right above. I copied the damn things and put them around just like that."[/color] He laughed thinking about that night. He had so many people in that bar all laughing and talking about the lame ass attempt to get their attention. Lame or not it had worked and that's all that mattered. The tips were coming in steadily and he was getting to play the guitar for a large group of people. Nothing could be better in his opinion.

Getting into the room was the easy part as he tossed his shirt that he'd had balled up in his hand onto one of the chairs as he went to rummage in the fridge. His pants had been sagging some as his belt had been somewhat loose, he'd used the wrong notch when he'd thrown it on before heading out, so as he stood up with the stuff he had to make sure to grab ahold of the side of their waist to pull them back up. He just laughed as he looked down at the sandwich stuff. He could make one and give it to his friend and they could just cuddle and fall asleep, but as he was about to open the jar of peanut butter to put some on his knife something in his mind just snapped. He could not deny his urges for his friend and found himself closing the space between them until there had been none left. When his lips pressed against the others he could feel goosebumps quickly raising along his arms as his entire body seemed to get washed over with this raging desire to just tear his clothes off. He knew he could not make it that far though.

His original intentions had not been to pin him against the wall, that way his friend could have the option to just back up and move, but as he found his spot infront of him he had liked having the leverage. His hands were placed on the walls beside him as he broke that kiss long enough to talk, and of course he took a breathe as well considering the fact that when his lips had met Tim's he seemed to almost stop breathing. He felt such strong desires for this man and it sucked because they were so damn close. If Tim had been anyone else something would have already happened between the two but it just couldn't, not like this. Carter's brain ceased to think as he plowed his lips right back against the others as he brought one of his hands to place it behind him on the crook of his neck. He could feel himself getting carried away as his kisses were neither brief nor gentle, more like extended and laced with so much hunger. He needed Tim, it was plain to see that, but what he needed more was the courage to just come right out and tell him.

"You comfortable? We should get you more comfortable,"[/color] His eyes darted towards the mans shirt as he'd wanted to take it off of him, it'd at least even up the score, but he was unsure if that would be going too far or not. He did not move from where he had been standing though. He needed to be close to him right now and if pushed away it'd just break him. He would of course get over it and they would be all fine and dandy in the morning, but for the rest of the night he'd probably be a lion. What was funny though was the fact that he could break things off so easily and it wouldn't hurt him too much or upset him like that, and yet if Tim had the smarts to back away it'd piss Carter right off. He couldn't understand why but it just was like that.[/size]