(I won't be super active tonight, sorry)
Marco looked at Jay. "You should have let me touch up your face." He cupped Jay's chin in one hand. "Really."
"Nah. It's fine this way." He replied with a smile, brushing Marco's hand away and eating.
(That’s alright)
Lou continued to stare at his phone, until a small notification illuminated his screen. He tilted his head.
It was his friend, Matthew. He hadn’t heard from him in a while, but every time they got in contact, they picked up right where they left off.
Lou happily texted back. Barely moments later, an older man, about 28, walked in. He had a bit of scruff on his chin the same color as his black hair. Tattoos dotted his tan forearms and his chocolate eyes sparkled as he noticed Lou.
“Knew you would be here!” he exclaimed, sliding into the stool beside Lou.
“Aren’t I always?” Louis replied.
They finished eating, and packed into a bus to go to their first destination. Jay yawned, leaning against the window and closing his eyes to snatch a short nap before they reached their stop. Marco was talking animatedly with Ari, one of the other kids.
Lou and Matt talked, evolving from small talk to deeper conversations. Although the men were polar opposites, they had been best friends since grade school. Matt was what someone would call “tall, dark, and handsome.” Lou was basically “tall, awkward, and looks like a puppy.”
Still, they clicked together instantly.
(fuck why is half of me already trying to ship Marco and Matt??? Damn it lol)
Jay fell asleep on the bus, curled up in his sleep. And then the bus stopped and they all piled out, the girls dressed to impress, the boy's looking shaggy and tired, and Marco was…Marco.
(omg I didn’t even think about that)
“So….,” Matt said with a wide grin. His youthful eyes held a mischievous spark. “How’s my brother’s love life? Meet anyone among your ‘travels?’”
The man’s accent was thick and vaguely Spanish.
Lou rolled his eyes. Matt was one of the only people who knew about Lou’s supposed “gift.”
“Mathew Thomas,” Lou said sharply, a smile creeping onto his face. His ability to hide it was terrible.
“You did!” the man replied. “So?? Tell me about him! Or her! I can never figure you out, amigo.”
(lmaooo)
Jay yawned as he stepped off the bus and they headed inside. He stuck near Marco, rolling his eyes as the taller male jabbed Jay's ribcage with his fingers.
"You need to sleep more. If you fall asleep on me I'll never forgive you." Marco informed him. "And I don't have the muscles to carry you."
The Frenchman glared at the Hispanic the best he could— which wasn’t very good, considering he was wearing a big smile.
“Does he know?” Matt asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lou nodded. “Yet he stuck around. I can hardly believe it.”
Matt smiled back, picking Bean from Lou’s lap and holding up the puppy. He talked to it like Lou did— a little voice exaggerated completely. Bean looked extremely happy.
“That’s great for you, hijo,” he said, grinning. His attention still rested on the puppy. He was the kind of person to get distracted very quickly.
(Matt and Lou: awww I'm so happy for you!
Marco and Jay: don't you fucking fall asleep on me, ass)
(just…the difference between them lmao)
Jay growled at Marco. "Not gonna fall asleep, weakling. Just keep me full of caffeine." he replied, rolling his eyes.
"Fine, fine. So long as you spill more about the cute Frenchman you've met." Marco replied with a smirk.
Jay sighed. "Fine. Maybe I will."
(Polar extremes lol yEs)
“So when are you seeing him next?” Matt asked.
“I have no clue,” Lou replied immediately. He had been thinking about that for a while.
Matt smiled. The kind of smile he always got when he had either a great or terrible idea.
“Now that I’m in town,” he began, “How about we go out tonight? This mysterious American can bring any friends, and I bring you. What’dya say? Es bueno?”
Lou rolled his eyes, already picking up his phone.
“I’ll see,” Lou said with a laugh. “Maybe.”
(yeeeeesss)
"Soooo." Marco said in a drawl. "When yah gonna see this new boyfriend of yours?" he asked, cocking his head at Jay.
Jay sighed loudly. "Piss off. And I don't know." he replied, folding his hands behind his back and setting off to look around their location. He ignored Marco. The two were best friends, yes, and this was their friendship. Always there for each other, willing and ready to listen if needed, but also complete assholes half of the time.
Lou took a deep breath. Then raised his fingers and began texting as Matt just sat happily with Bean.
Hey there. Got in touch with a friend today. He invited me out and said I could bring someone. Would you be up for it? You can bring whoever you want, too. Also, sorry for bugging you if you’re busy.
He sighed, exhaling rather harshly.
“Looking pale, hijo,” Matt muttered. “It’s going to be fine. If you already told him about you, he must be special.”
“I don’t want to scare him away,” Lou muttered. Matt just smiled, playing with Bean’s floppy ears.
Jay unlocked his phone, reading the text. He grinned. "Hey, Marco?" he said, looking at his taller friend. "You wanna come along?" he showed Marco the text.
Marco smirked a little. "You bet I do." he replied. "But only if the friend is hot and single."
Jay raised a single eyebrow at Marco. "'scuse me?"
He rolled his eyes. "I kid, I kid. Of course I'll come along."
He laughed a little bit, and slugged Marco's ribs lightly, then texted Lou back.
Yeah I'd be up for it. my friend Marco is willing 2 come along. when?
Matt elbowed Lou cheekily.
“See, amigo? No issue at all, eh?” he said with a haughty laugh. The sudden excitement caused Bean’s tail to wag.
“So, what time? Where are you even thinking about?” Lou asked, trying to keep himself from sweating nervously.
Matt put a finger to his own lips, tapping them periodically. His eyes flitted out the door for a moment.
“Locomotive?” he asked. “At around eight? Es bueno?’
“The Locomotive?” Lou asked with a raised eyebrow and accompanying grin. “Seriously? A bowling alley? What are you, seven?”
Matt smiled, shaking his head. “Amigo, after eight they start serving alcohol openly. Don’t start.”
Lou laughed, smacking a hand to his forehead. With his other, he typed back:
It’s a bar/bowling alley called The Locomotive. Meet us there at eight? I can send over directions if you can’t find it.
hm sounds good. Yes directions pretty please. Unless you can meet us at the hotel?? Otherwise I'ma get lost and die somewhere, thanks
He texted back, laughing and smiling at his phone.
Marco sighed. "Stop sexting your boo and pay attention."
Jay turned red. "I'm not sexting him!" He hissed. "Stop it!"
Lou smiled, sending back:
Sure, sire. I’ll swing by around 7:30. I won’t make you walk alone in the terribly big city, my king. That work for you?
Lou didn’t notice Matt peeking over his shoulder.
“My king?” Matt quoted in a questioning tone. “Kinda odd, but whatever does it for ya.”
Lou shook his head furiously, growing terribly red. “N-no— It’s a joke! Dude, just a joke between us!”
“The only thing between you two are bedsheets,” Matt said, barely able to get the entire sentence out due to laughing at Lou’s reaction.
The Frenchman punched Matt’s shoulder, red and sweating profusely. “Shut up.”
Marco read the text aloud, laughing. "King, huh? And what are you the king of, his thighs?"
Jay punched Marco's chest. "No!! Shut up!" He exclaimed, red-faced and laughing. "It's just a joke, that's all!" He texted Lou back.
Of course, my jester. Your king needs entertainment, after all ;)
Matt yelled a sort of elongated laugh, tapping his feet on the stool like a child would do. Bean just sat happily in his arms, yipping every time Matt moved animatedly.
“Jester?” Matt asked, grinning widely. “Damn. What are you into?”
Matt stopped himself, holding up a finger. “Him, apparently.”
He snickered mischiviously as Lou stared blankly out the window, his head tilted. He looked extremely uncomfortable.
“Are you just going to make jokes the whole time we’re out?” Lou asked. His voice was small and sounded weak.
Matt grabbed the Frenchman’s shoulder, rocking him slightly. His muscular arm looked even more shredded next to Louis’ puny frame.
Matthew kept grinning. “Yes, mi amigo. That is what I do, yes? My job.”
Lou’s eyes stared blankly at his phone as he texted back.
Is that so? ;)
always. I have a very short attention span. Therefore, you must keep me entertained ;P
Marco was laughing as he read over Jay's shoulder. "Ah? And what am I in your little fantasy?"
He rolled his eyes. "Hm…my handmaiden."
Marco's smile flickered. "Jay. Not funny."
"Right, right. Sorry." He said quickly, looking at his friend. "I didn't mean that. You can be…" His mouth twitched in a smirk. "The royal stylist."
"Perfect." Marco popped the "P" with satisfaction.
Lou smiled.
alright, maybe I will. Now go do your homework, schoolboy. See you tonight ٩(๑-ᴗ•๑)۶
Matt hissed with laughter. “If I’m seven, you’re like five, hijo.”
“A five year old who has a b-boyfriend,” Lou muttered, shaking his head tauntingly. “You try that, Pringle.”
Matt’s hand flew to his chest, looking dramatically offended.
“I just broke up, tipo,” he muttered. “But, porque, I wouldn’t mind meeting someone tonight. Does your king here have any hot friends?”
“Okay when you say it— it’s weird,” Lou replied. “And Jay? I don’t know. He’s mentioned this Marco fellow before, but I’ve never seen him.”
hey! it's not homework, it's museums!
He texted back, laughing.
"Tell him that I'm the royal stylist because my makeup is on fire." Marco said, nudging him. "Also tell him that his friend better be hot."
He rolled his eyes, taking a picture of Marco and sending it to Lou. Marco posed, winking and throwing up a peace sign. The young man had curly brown hair and laughing green eyes, accompanied by rather pale skin and very well done makeup.
Marco says that he is, and I quote, "the royal stylist bc my makeup is on fire" and also "tell him that his friend had better be hot"
Lou shot a quick glance over at Matt, who was already scoping out the picture.
“Is that your boy—,” he began, but Lou cut him off.
“That’s his friend, Marco,” Lou mumbled. “Jay’s… cuter.”
“No sé, amigo,” Matt said with a laugh. “Él es muy… muy guapo. Hard to top.”
“English, please,” Lou muttered. “Or French, the other love language.”
“Just learn Spanish already.”
“Just get off my back already.”
Matt smirked. “Because only Jay’s allowed back there?”
Lou shook his head, internally screaming. “You know… be q-quiet.”
Matt chuckled. “Alright. In this weird… somehow sexual hierarchy, what am I?”
Lou took a picture of Matt when he was looking away, laughing. How he caught it in a model moment, Lou had no clue. Still, Matt’s tattoos along with his black hair and tan skin contrasted great, and his curious eyes and juvenile smile just added to it.
Lou sent it, along with:
Here’s your warlord, Marco. In charge of chivalry. Let’s just say, if our kingdom goes to war, we’re screwed as hell.
Marco raised an eyebrow. "That your boyfriend?"
Jay laughed a little. "Nah. Lou's…more of the soft geeky looking type." he replied with a smile. "That's probably his friend."
"Ahh, I see. Tell him his friend is adequate." Marco replied with a laugh, grinning.
Jay rolled his eyes, shaking his head at his best friend, and sent the message.
ha ha. Marco says "adequate" :p
“Just adequate?” Matt repeated. “Me gusto el hombre.”
“What?” Lou muttered.
“He seems interesting,” Matt continued, refusing to translate the previous phrase. “I like it when they play hard to get.”
Lou stared back at his phone, typing back.
Im starting to think this was just sliigghhttllyy a mistake lol…. welp, yolo.
Jay laughed.
Ha. Maybe so. but it'll be interesting
Marco poked him in the shoulder. "Put the phone away so we can look at the museum. We get it, your…jester, is very entertaining. But so am I."
Jay rolled his eyes.
gtg. marco is going to kill me if i dont stop looking at my phone instead of the museum. ttyl!