@CWPoofToxicRush
Eric took his turn, pulling his knees to his chest.
Eric took his turn, pulling his knees to his chest.
Jackson sat criss cross on the bed as he took his turn.
Eric took his turn, resting his chin on his knees.
Jackson looked up at Eric, "So, uh, you play games a lot?"
"Not much." He admitted, shrugging.
"Huh, what else do you do besides play guitar and go to school?" Jackson asked.
"Hang out at the music store, sleep, wander around and look for something to do. Honestly, I either stay in my room or out of the house." He admitted, looking up.
"Wow," Jackson looked at him as he finished up another turn, "Well, uh, you can add hang out with me to that list I guess."
"Thanks, Angel." He mumbled, smiling a bit as he took another turn.
"You're welcome, darling," Jackson responded with a smile as he took his turn again.
Eric took his turn, chewing his lip. This is nice. Don't fuck it up.
Jax took another turn, not wanting to break the moment they had created.
Eric took his turn, glancing up.
Jax took his turn once again and looked back up at Eric. He saw him kind of looking at him, but made no comment of it.
Eric looked back down, smiling softly.
Jackson looked back down at his lap a little after Eric did, not wanting to be caught staring at him.
Eric hummed softly, biting his lip.
Jax wanted to talk about how he felt. He desperately wanted to clear it off his chest, but it felt to soon and he was still uncertain. He knew Eric was, gay, and he knew that Eric had a tendency to blush around him, but that didn't mean he was attracted to Jackson.
((AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THESE DUMB GAY IDIOTS))
Eric looked up a bit, blushing as he took his turn. "Sorry…" He mumbled. "Zoned out a bit…" He looked back down. Don't let it slip that you were thinking about him, he won't like you back, just don't, don't get hurt. Simple as that, right?
(THEY REALLY ARE DUMB GAY IDIOTS. IT'S GOING TO BE A SLOWBURN BOIIIIIIIS)
Jackson looked up at him, "Oh, uh, that's fine." He looked back down to take his turn again. Eric's blush was back, that didn't mean anything.
((IT IS AND I HAVE ANGST PLANNED))
Eric pushed his hair back again. "Stupid hair…" He muttered. "Why can't ya be normal?"
(OOOOOO CAN I KNOW THE ANGST OR NAH?)
Jackson hummed and looked back up at Eric, "Because it's your hair, you aren't 'normal' and neither is your hair."
((NOPE >:D))
"That's a point, but it's still annoying." He said, sighing slightly. Like me.
(GOSH DANG IT!)
Jackson laughed a little, "Nice to know."
Eric pulled his hand away from his hair, groaning in defeat. "Stupid hair…"
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