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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 17:16:51 GMT -6
Jordan wandered hesitantly after him to pour a mug of his own coffee, and pulled himself onto the counter, feeling far more relaxed now that the pills he had taken were being put to work on his body. He yawned.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 17:20:11 GMT -6
Kenneth looked over the fridge, reaching up to pull one down. He had the lyric sheet in his binder, he knew that much. All that was on it was 'J' with a bunch of lines. He knew the song was about Jordan, but he'd never have the guts to ever play it. He sat his cup down and tore it up, tossing it into the trash. He looked over his fridge and pulled another off, tearing it up.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 17:33:18 GMT -6
Jordan bit his lip, watching him. "You don't need those?" He breathed, barely aware of the affection that tinged his voice as he looked him over. He smiled the faintest bit, then looked back down into his coffee sheepishly, completely unsure of what to do.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 17:35:13 GMT -6
Kenneth shook his head, tossing the one in his hand in the trash. "No. They've been on my fridge forever. I gotta go through my binder and toss the old music sheets, too." He said quietly, squatting down to get one off the bottom of the fridge.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 17:44:31 GMT -6
Jordan nodded slowly, looking the fridge over in curiosity. He stretched his legs out in front of him, then let his heels thud softly against the counter again, shifting his weight. He was always jittery anymore. He knew it was a side effect. Slipping off the counter, he refilled his mug and started another pot of coffee.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 17:50:44 GMT -6
Kenneth finished clearing off his fridge, then tied off the trash and carried it outside. He tossed it in the dumpster, then went inside to put a new bag in. "Any plans for today?" He asked, looking back at Jordan.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 17:56:05 GMT -6
"Nope," Jordan huffed softly, shaking his head. He tapped his fingers on the counter thoughtfully. "Did you want to go do something?" He questioned, sipping at his new mug of coffee as he glanced over at Kenneth.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 18:02:45 GMT -6
"Not really.. I'm not really in the mood to be going anywhere. We can watch a movie or play a game or something. I dunno." He said with a shrug, running a hand through his hair. He looked Jordan over before he quickly looked away, afraid to show he was in love.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 18:12:51 GMT -6
"Fine with me," He murmured, hopping off the counter again, tapping his fingers on his thighs. He glanced at Kenneth, slinking towards the sofa and dropping down, hesitantly patting the spot next to him with the ghost of a smile.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 18:19:43 GMT -6
Kenneth sat down next to him, a bit hesitant about it although he didn't show it. He didn't want Jordan to feel bad. He bit his lip, reaching for the remote. He handed it to Jordan before he pulled his legs up into the chair with him,
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 18:23:17 GMT -6
Jordan flipped through the channels quietly until he landed on Step Up 3, and set the remote down with a lazy yawn, stretching. His hand brushed Kenneth's leg and he huffed in apology. "Sorry.." He murmured, glancing his way. His gaze lingered a moment before he looked at the TV again, bit his lip. He wondered if he should have stayed with Knox. If it wouldn't have been so awkward.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 18:25:43 GMT -6
Kenneth watched the TV, absently moving his knee towards him when he felt his hand brush against it. Then Jordan was saying sorry and Kenneth bit his lip, looking over at him. "It's cool." He said quietly, looking back at the TV. He couldn't remember ever wanting to tell him how he felt so bad in his life.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 18:30:37 GMT -6
Jordan kept sneaking glances at him, admiring him. But he was pretty sure that Kenneth was straight, didn't want to offend him. Not to mention that he was terrified of a relationship. He smiled faintly to himself, glanced back at the TV. After awhile he drew in a breath, lips parting to speak, then clamped it shut.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 18:32:51 GMT -6
Kenneth stretched out a bit, leaning more against the back of the sofa. He reached up, rubbing his eye before he looked back at the TV. He looked over at him when he thought he was going to talk, biting his lip when he didn't say anything. He looked back at the TV, afraid to question him.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 18:53:17 GMT -6
Jordan swallowed, heart racing as he worked his jaw. He didn't know what he was doing, tears stinging his eyes because of his fear. Even though it had been five years since the sexual abuse stopped, just what he was about to admit was scary enough to bring tears to his eyes. "Kenneth..." He rasped, voice wavering, face hot. "I...I kinda..really like you..." He ran a hand through his hair, wiping at his eyes. "Uh..." What the fuck was he thinking? His face darkened and he shifted his weight, getting ready to stand. "I'm sorry...Nevermind....Ignore that.."
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