'cause you fix me up, fix me up [hayden]

[haydensherwood]

glaciers melting in the

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It was a good thing Xavier was pretty much oblivious to everything going on, otherwise he and Jim would both be in a bit of an awkward situation. Looking down at the floor, Hayden shivered and again played with the silver watch on his wrist. He didn't remember where he'd gotten it from, or if it had been a gift. Didn't really matter, either, but he still made himself focus on the number, trying to remember. Anything to keep his mind off of how close Jim was to him. Dang it! There I go again! He wrinkled his nose a little, looking sheepishly up at Xav, leaning back against the larger body behind him, shivering when lips were moved toward his ear. Struggling to keep himself calm, Hayden bit back a groan of his own, listening intently to the whisper. "Are you trying to kick him out?" Eyes widened, blushing brightly as he shook his head, looking down at the ground. He was such a horrible liar.

"Uh...teacher said typed, I think." Cautiously, he looked back up, offering another sheepish grin at Xav. "I can type...but I'm not very fast, 'cause I get distracted a lot." He tilted his head to the side before leaning it back against Jim, tilting it to softly kiss his neck, smiling as he listened to the familiar chuckle. "Maybe it would be better if you just told Hayden what to write," There was a look of confusion on his face for a second before he squeaked, blushing and giggling nervously. "I can type fast, so yeah, I'll do it. Just gimme somethin' to write." he babbled, giggling again. Xav's gonna think you're crazy, stop giggling! He coughed, trying to stop himself, only to lapse into more giggles when he heard Jim groan again.

"Biography of Edgar Allen Poe. I love his poems...so I figured it wouldn't be too much torture to write it on him...but essays are always torture." Hearing the whine in the younger boy's voice, Hayden shook his head, smiling to himself. Honestly, he loved writing essays. He thought they were fun. And Poe was such an interesting guy! He could easily type of note-worthy essay on the man in ten minutes, give or take a few. "Well..I know that his dad left the family and his mom died because of it in the beginning..he did some things in the army...or tried to..I think..." A shiver went down his spine at the mention of a father, face paling a little before he forced a smile back onto his face,closing his eyes as he tried to remember various details about the deceased poet. "Umm.. didn't he marry a girl who was about thirteen or fourteen when he was twenty-seven? And he did serve two years in the army before being dismissed by court martial. He died at forty, I think, and was buried in an unmarked grave."

"This is Hayden chattin'."
"This is others chattin'."
This is your Hayden thinkin'

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TAGGED;; xavier alexander crowe & james tholomew parker
WORDS;; 3454
OUTFIT;; click
NOTES;; i pulled those facts out of my head. they may be wrong. XD
LYRICS;; supermassive black hole - muse
CREDIT;; eclipsey from CAUTION 2.O made this. NO STEALING OR HER RABBIT WILL COME AND EAT YOUR EARS OFF.