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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 20, 2012 22:12:54 GMT -6
NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA Kenneth was waiting outside on the balcony of his apartment, wondering when Knox was going to drive up with Jordan. New Orleans was a bit away from their home, but it was his hiding place from all the crazy fans. That and there was always something being done. New Orleans never didn't have a reason to party. Everything looked so old and pristine, like some child from 1912 running errands might just waltz down the street at any minute. He tapped his fingers on the railing before he went inside, hoping they'd get here sooner than later. He was starving, and the smell of the food on the table was so enticing. |
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 20, 2012 22:58:25 GMT -6
Jordan shifted his weight as the car pulled up in fron of Kenneth's. "Thanks for letting me stay the night," He huffed. He unbuckled and climbed out before popping the trunk open to grab his things. Glancing around, the licked his lips, and started fir the front door. He hadn't bothered cover his throat, since they weren't in complete public at the morning. It used to be only for show, style. Now not so much.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 20, 2012 23:48:34 GMT -6
Knox smiled. "You're welcome. Have fun in the party city of the entire United States." He said with a smile.
Kenneth jumped up as he saw their car drive up, and quickly walked to the door before he remembered he was supposed to be straight, and slowed his pace, opening the door for the boy. "Hey.." He said quietly, reverting back to his quiet self to keep from showing he was really /really/ into Jordan.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 20, 2012 23:55:06 GMT -6
Jordan smiled faintly and waved goodbye before pulling his guitar and bag over his shoulder. He waited outside the door, glancing up some with the faintest of smiles. "Hey.." He murmured, careful not to lift his head enough to completely reveal his throat. He wandered in after Kenneth, and set his things by the couch. "How are you..?"
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 20, 2012 23:59:05 GMT -6
"Never happier so see you. Now we can eat." He said with the faintest of smiles. Maybe half of that meant a little more than it should have. He closed the door gently behind him. "Uh.. Living room's to the right, kitchen's to the left and there's two bedrooms upstairs. And that's a closet." He pointed to the other door beside the staircase. "You can put your guitar and shoes in there cause we don't do shoes around here."
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 0:06:29 GMT -6
"Right.." Jordan mumbled, slipping out of his shoes and wandering to the closet. He opened it and set his guitar down, followed by his shoes before closing it again. He'd never really been alone with Kenneth, honestly. He'd always found him attractive, but unlike with Knox, Kenneth brought...nerves. Rubbing at his throat some, he wandered back towards him. "What's to eat?" He murmured, trying to keep out any awkward silence.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 0:25:16 GMT -6
"Gumbo. Even if it's entirely too hot for gumbo." He said, sitting down at the table. He pulled his bowl to him, reaching for his spoon. "Do you.. say grace or anything before you eat?" He asked quietly.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 0:30:33 GMT -6
Jordan followed and sat down.
'Say Grace dammit Jordan! Or you can sleep on the back stoop in the rain with your brother again.'
'Don't touch me again! Please! I'm sorry..I'll say it...'
Jordan bit his lip. "Not anymore, no.." He rasped softly. "But ah..if you do, we can..I don't mind..."
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 0:35:29 GMT -6
"No.. I mean, I did, but I don't.. Not now." He'd said it the first few years he lived in America, but now he didn't. He pulled his feet up, folding his legs in his seat. Because anyone who knew Kenneth knew he couldn't sit with his feet touching the ground. He carefully leaned over his bowl, taking a bite out of his gumbo. "Not bad, for me making it."
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 0:39:49 GMT -6
Jordan just nodded, watching him quietly in admiration from the corner of his eye. But he wouldn't make a first move, ever. Taking a careful bite of the gumbo, he smiled the faintest bit. "Not terrible." A gentle wrinkle of the nose, clearly meaning nothing bad by the words. The swelling in his throat had gone down since yesterday, and he was beyond glad.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 0:44:10 GMT -6
"Eh. It beats the Chinese food we're going to be forced to eat by Knox." He said, smiling over at him. He had butterflies for days, and his heart was pounding, but as far as he knew, everyone was still convinced he was nothing but straight. He took another bite of his food, looking out the sliding glass doors to the small backyard.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 0:50:30 GMT -6
Jordan raised his spoon some. "Completely agree," He huffed, smiling. He was relaxing pretty fast, but he still didn't want to make a fool of himself. He took another bte, looking around quietly.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 0:53:34 GMT -6
Kenneth just smiled, focusing more on his food than the boy sitting across from him. He didn't want to stare and make a fool of himself. He could imagine him telling Jordan 'I'm actually queer as a three dollar bill and I'm practically in love with you' because he was staring at him like he was the most amazing thing ever.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 6:23:10 GMT -6
Jordan went back to eating quietly and thinking about the trip to come, wondering how it would all play out. In silence, he finished the last of what was in his bowl after awhile and sat back in his chair.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 15:51:57 GMT -6
Kenneth ate slowly, finish off his food before he walked to the sink to rinse out the bowl. It went into the dishwasher, and he walked back to the table. "I can uh.. Show you to your room.." He mumbled, rubbing at his arm.
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