RP: Just Friends Hanging Out. Really! [complete]
ooc: RP with the awesome likemrmiyagi. Set last night.
Mark stood outside of the door to Lucas' apartment, having just been buzzed up. He wasn't nervous - there was no reason to be nervous! This was Lucas! And Lucas was a friend!
Just a friend.
Despite what Mark's tummy sometimes told him but Mark's tummy was wrong because Mark was pretty sure he liked girls and he was completely sure Lucas was a boy. And he was pretty sure that Lucas liked girls too and Mark knew Mark was a boy and not a girl and so, really, Mark's tummy probably just ate a bad batch of tacos from the Taco Place down the street from Eddie's apartment.
Mark giggled. Because he knew he was being silly.
And so tonight was just a night between friends and he liked hanging out with Lucas a lot. A movie and some chips and Mark chattering away while Lucas inserted a couple lines of wisdom Mark didn't understand and it was all good!
Mark practically bounced in spot as he reached out and knocked on the door.
Lucas put down the bags of chips in his hands (he was deciding between doritos and fritos, before he realized they both gave you really bad breath and was contemplating switch to regular potato chips) and went to open the door.
"Hello, Mark. Welcome to my home. Again." He gave a little quirk of his lips at the corner of his mouth, which was about the closest to a smile Lucas ever really liked to give, and gestured to his friend to come inside. "I have movies on the table, I didn't know what you wanted to watch. You can put your coat wherever."
It was a tiny apartment, with a bit too much furniture for a place of it's size, so it felt even smaller. In the main room was a long, battered couch across one wall and a love seat across another, both aimed at a television set with a VCR/DVD player balanced precariously on top of it. The coffee table had a stack of dvd cases sitting on it.
Lucas stepped into the kitchen (you could tell it was the kitchen because the floor went from carpet to tile, not because of anything like a wall) and continued his contemplation of the snacks. Might as well ask for another opinion.
"Hey Mark? Which gives you less bad breath? Fritos, Doritos, or regular chips? Or should we do popcorn?"
"Ooooo FREEEEEEEET-OS!" Mark exclaimed happily. He liked Fritos. "I like Fritos!" Mark explained. "But probably regular chips but oh, popcorn!" Mark giggled.
Mark really liked muchie-type food. He ate a lot of it.
He shrugged off his coat and draped it over the back of the love seat, and then plopped himself down on the couch. "Whatever you want, I'm good!" Mark said, waving a hand absently. The bad breath comment didn't even hit him, or concern him, and he would eat whatever snack Lucas gave him.
As Lucas continued to putter around the kitchen, Mark picked up a stack of DVDs and shuffled through them. His head bopped back and forth, as if there was music on, but there wasn't. Mark always heard music.
"What're thinking we should watch?" Mark asked as Lucas came into the living room area.
Lucas set down a bowl of Fritos and a bowl of popcorn. Usually he'd eat it right out of the bag, and he was fairly certain Mark would too, but he was trying to be a good host. He didn't have people over very often.
"I was thinking this one," he plucked out a dvd case from the pile. "I grabbed it out of a bargain bin, I have no idea what it's about, but the cover makes it sound intriguing. Cool?"
Mark blinked at the cover. "Seven Years In Tibet?" he asked. He cocked his head to the side, looking at it. "It's about... Brad Pitt In Tibet." Mark shrugged. "You like Tibetian things, right?"
Mark assumed this, because Lucas was philosophical and stuff, and little men in orange robes and bald heads were philosophical too! Mark wasn't sure where Brad Pitt fit in, but he probably did. Somehow.
Lucas shrugged. "All I know is the Dalai Lama's real sister plays his mother in this movie. So she's sort of playing her own mother. Well, there's no sort of. She really is."
He popped the dvd in and sat down next to Mark.
"Who would you want to play you in the story of your life, Mark? And please don't say Brad Pitt."
"Oh my god, what a question!" Mark said, eyes wide with interest. "There are so many good people. Like that guy in that movie, and then there's that guy in that show and then OH MY GOD AXEL ROSE."
Mark stared off into space, smiling happily at the thought of Axel Rose playing HIM in a MOVIE about HIS life. "I'm gonna be a famous rock star some day," Mark pointed out, coming down from Cloud Nine - but not too much. "It makes TOTAL sense that some cool rock star would play me!"
Mark wasn't thinking about the fact that Axel Rose was, in fact, much older then him. And didn't look like him at all.
Mark looked at Lucas, smiling wide. "What about you? Who would play LUCAS in a movie?"
Lucas tilted his head to the side, staring at the ceiling like the answers were there. "Believe it or not, I think Warren would make a good me. He has the potential to understand the complexities of my character. And he has the added bonus of knowing me. But he can only do it if he never listens to rap while shooting."
He grabbed a couple of Fritos. "I haven't picked a celebrity one yet. I don't know if I'd get any say. The casting director would probably just go with whatever 20 something actor who's hot at the time. Like that kid in Transformers. Which was a great tv show."
"STARSCREAM!" Mark said loudly, giggling. He brought his hand up to his mouth and giggled. "Whoops, inside voices."
Then, very quietly, he said, "STARSCREAM" He grinned widely. "I liked that show. The movie was good. That kid was funny. The show was better. Warren? Really? That guy is a TOOL." And Mark didn't talk that way about just anyone, but he didn't exactly say it meanly either.
Lucas laughed. "Starscream is the best. The show was definitely better than the movie, and has anything happened in this movie yet?"
Brad Pitt was still wandering around on the screen, looking like Brad Pitt (but without his new pornstache), and doing... something.
He put his feet up on the coffee table for about thirty seconds and then put them down again. "You want a beer?"
"Sure!" Mark said happily. He liked that about Lucas, that he could get him beer and didn't mind giving him beer. It wasn't like Mark was a kid - he was eighteen! Though, it was nice having friends a couple years older then him to get him beer.
Mark grabbed the Frito bowl and pulled it onto his lap, settling into the couch and propping his own feet up. Lucas got up and got them beers, and then came and sat down right now to Mark - so they could share the Fritos, of course!
"Okay, movie! We should pay attention," Mark said. He wan't that good at paying attention sometimes but he knew he was supposed to and so he would.
Forty-five minutes, three beers, and two bowl re-fills, later and Mark was leaning his head back on the couch and looking up at the ceiling.
"Lucas? You have two water stains, and one little baby one, on your ceiling." He looked over at the other man. "Will your landlord fix it? Or at least paint. I can paint!"
"Painting vertically seems to pose a problem," Lucas said, now staring at the ceiling too. "Gravity would just make the paint drip back down on your face." He demonstrated with his fingers, poking himself in the nose. "I think. I've never painted upside down before."
His fingers pretended to be paint again, this time dripping onto Mark's nose. "Bop." He might have been a little drunk. He tilted his head so he could see from Mark's angle and their heads clunked together.
"Ow! Oh, sorry." He rubbed his head, and chuckled, turning a little to make sure his friend was okay. "You have paint on your nose."
"Oh my god, really?" Mark said, and started rubbing the end of his nose vigorously, trying to get it off... and then remember that it wasn't actually there! It was just Lucas fingertip-paint. (Mark was possible a little bit drunk too. Pleasantly buzzed, Eddie would say!) Mark laughed. "Oh! Right! Not actually paint yet!"
He patted the side of his lightly. "Yep, I'm good." He reached over and patted the side of Lucas' head lightly. "Yep, you're good too!" He let his hand drop to his lap, and leaned his head back against the couch, though he was still looking at Lucas. "You're good, right?"
Lucas was still staring at the ceiling. He nodded slowly. "Yes." He let his head droop to the side, putting him at eye level with Mark. "I am good. I'm very good."
They just sort of looked at each other for a few moments. "You know, you have very nice eyes," Lucas said, in a very casual way. As if he were commenting on the weather, or new decorations. But then again, that was Lucas. "They're like, kind of grey, and kind of green, and a little bit blue. I bet they change with what you're wearing. Do they change depending on the color of your shirt?"
Mark looked down at his shirt. Then looked back up at Lucas. Then looked back down at his shirt. "I like orange shirts!" Mark said, laughing.
He was currently wearing a blue one, though. All his orange ones were dirty.
"I don't know, do my eyes look different in an orange shirt?" If he had his orange shirt with him, he would've changed shirts just to check! "But you can't tell that!"
Mark pulled Lucas' arm up a bit, and rested his head on Lucas' arm, against the black material of his long sleeve shirt. He looked back into the other man's eyes. "Do they look different against black?"
Lucas was staring very intently.
"Yes," he said very softly. And the change was there, though it was very subtle. They were rather close by now. Which may have explained Lucas' actions, though he could be in close proximity to other people and not do what he was about to do. Maybe it was the way Mark was touching his arm, or looking in his eyes. Whatever the reason, he still was about to do it.
Lucas leaned in and very lightly pressed his lips against Mark's.
Mark liked lips. He liked kissing. It didn't happen very often, but when it did, he liked it a lot. And so it seemed the right natural reaction to kiss Lucas back, just a little bit.
... Lucas!
And it hit him. He made a surprised noise and moved back. He was kissing and he liked kissing and this was Lucas and he liked Lucas but he didn't know if he was supposed to like kissing and Lucas at the same time.
It was an automatic reaction to smile, but he also stood up. "I should go home and try on an orange shirt," he babbled nervously. "I need to see how it changes my eyes. Because it probably does!"
And he needed a joint. Mark really reeeeally needed a joint right now.
Mark moved quickly, a bundle of energy. He grabbed his jacket and put it on. "Thanks so much," he said, sincerely. "I had fun but I need to go home now and maybe do laundry because I think my orange shirts are dirty. Okay, goodbye now, Lucas."
Lucas just stared as Mark stumbled his way out of the apartment. That was not the normal reaction to kissing. Well, unless it was bad kissing. But it didn't seem too bad to Lucas. So he just kept staring, looking vaguely confused, but mostly that neutral Lucas look he'd adopted.
"Thanks for coming," he called out just before Mark shut the door.
Mark stood outside of the door to Lucas' apartment, having just been buzzed up. He wasn't nervous - there was no reason to be nervous! This was Lucas! And Lucas was a friend!
Just a friend.
Despite what Mark's tummy sometimes told him but Mark's tummy was wrong because Mark was pretty sure he liked girls and he was completely sure Lucas was a boy. And he was pretty sure that Lucas liked girls too and Mark knew Mark was a boy and not a girl and so, really, Mark's tummy probably just ate a bad batch of tacos from the Taco Place down the street from Eddie's apartment.
Mark giggled. Because he knew he was being silly.
And so tonight was just a night between friends and he liked hanging out with Lucas a lot. A movie and some chips and Mark chattering away while Lucas inserted a couple lines of wisdom Mark didn't understand and it was all good!
Mark practically bounced in spot as he reached out and knocked on the door.
Lucas put down the bags of chips in his hands (he was deciding between doritos and fritos, before he realized they both gave you really bad breath and was contemplating switch to regular potato chips) and went to open the door.
"Hello, Mark. Welcome to my home. Again." He gave a little quirk of his lips at the corner of his mouth, which was about the closest to a smile Lucas ever really liked to give, and gestured to his friend to come inside. "I have movies on the table, I didn't know what you wanted to watch. You can put your coat wherever."
It was a tiny apartment, with a bit too much furniture for a place of it's size, so it felt even smaller. In the main room was a long, battered couch across one wall and a love seat across another, both aimed at a television set with a VCR/DVD player balanced precariously on top of it. The coffee table had a stack of dvd cases sitting on it.
Lucas stepped into the kitchen (you could tell it was the kitchen because the floor went from carpet to tile, not because of anything like a wall) and continued his contemplation of the snacks. Might as well ask for another opinion.
"Hey Mark? Which gives you less bad breath? Fritos, Doritos, or regular chips? Or should we do popcorn?"
"Ooooo FREEEEEEEET-OS!" Mark exclaimed happily. He liked Fritos. "I like Fritos!" Mark explained. "But probably regular chips but oh, popcorn!" Mark giggled.
Mark really liked muchie-type food. He ate a lot of it.
He shrugged off his coat and draped it over the back of the love seat, and then plopped himself down on the couch. "Whatever you want, I'm good!" Mark said, waving a hand absently. The bad breath comment didn't even hit him, or concern him, and he would eat whatever snack Lucas gave him.
As Lucas continued to putter around the kitchen, Mark picked up a stack of DVDs and shuffled through them. His head bopped back and forth, as if there was music on, but there wasn't. Mark always heard music.
"What're thinking we should watch?" Mark asked as Lucas came into the living room area.
Lucas set down a bowl of Fritos and a bowl of popcorn. Usually he'd eat it right out of the bag, and he was fairly certain Mark would too, but he was trying to be a good host. He didn't have people over very often.
"I was thinking this one," he plucked out a dvd case from the pile. "I grabbed it out of a bargain bin, I have no idea what it's about, but the cover makes it sound intriguing. Cool?"
Mark blinked at the cover. "Seven Years In Tibet?" he asked. He cocked his head to the side, looking at it. "It's about... Brad Pitt In Tibet." Mark shrugged. "You like Tibetian things, right?"
Mark assumed this, because Lucas was philosophical and stuff, and little men in orange robes and bald heads were philosophical too! Mark wasn't sure where Brad Pitt fit in, but he probably did. Somehow.
Lucas shrugged. "All I know is the Dalai Lama's real sister plays his mother in this movie. So she's sort of playing her own mother. Well, there's no sort of. She really is."
He popped the dvd in and sat down next to Mark.
"Who would you want to play you in the story of your life, Mark? And please don't say Brad Pitt."
"Oh my god, what a question!" Mark said, eyes wide with interest. "There are so many good people. Like that guy in that movie, and then there's that guy in that show and then OH MY GOD AXEL ROSE."
Mark stared off into space, smiling happily at the thought of Axel Rose playing HIM in a MOVIE about HIS life. "I'm gonna be a famous rock star some day," Mark pointed out, coming down from Cloud Nine - but not too much. "It makes TOTAL sense that some cool rock star would play me!"
Mark wasn't thinking about the fact that Axel Rose was, in fact, much older then him. And didn't look like him at all.
Mark looked at Lucas, smiling wide. "What about you? Who would play LUCAS in a movie?"
Lucas tilted his head to the side, staring at the ceiling like the answers were there. "Believe it or not, I think Warren would make a good me. He has the potential to understand the complexities of my character. And he has the added bonus of knowing me. But he can only do it if he never listens to rap while shooting."
He grabbed a couple of Fritos. "I haven't picked a celebrity one yet. I don't know if I'd get any say. The casting director would probably just go with whatever 20 something actor who's hot at the time. Like that kid in Transformers. Which was a great tv show."
"STARSCREAM!" Mark said loudly, giggling. He brought his hand up to his mouth and giggled. "Whoops, inside voices."
Then, very quietly, he said, "STARSCREAM" He grinned widely. "I liked that show. The movie was good. That kid was funny. The show was better. Warren? Really? That guy is a TOOL." And Mark didn't talk that way about just anyone, but he didn't exactly say it meanly either.
Lucas laughed. "Starscream is the best. The show was definitely better than the movie, and has anything happened in this movie yet?"
Brad Pitt was still wandering around on the screen, looking like Brad Pitt (but without his new pornstache), and doing... something.
He put his feet up on the coffee table for about thirty seconds and then put them down again. "You want a beer?"
"Sure!" Mark said happily. He liked that about Lucas, that he could get him beer and didn't mind giving him beer. It wasn't like Mark was a kid - he was eighteen! Though, it was nice having friends a couple years older then him to get him beer.
Mark grabbed the Frito bowl and pulled it onto his lap, settling into the couch and propping his own feet up. Lucas got up and got them beers, and then came and sat down right now to Mark - so they could share the Fritos, of course!
"Okay, movie! We should pay attention," Mark said. He wan't that good at paying attention sometimes but he knew he was supposed to and so he would.
Forty-five minutes, three beers, and two bowl re-fills, later and Mark was leaning his head back on the couch and looking up at the ceiling.
"Lucas? You have two water stains, and one little baby one, on your ceiling." He looked over at the other man. "Will your landlord fix it? Or at least paint. I can paint!"
"Painting vertically seems to pose a problem," Lucas said, now staring at the ceiling too. "Gravity would just make the paint drip back down on your face." He demonstrated with his fingers, poking himself in the nose. "I think. I've never painted upside down before."
His fingers pretended to be paint again, this time dripping onto Mark's nose. "Bop." He might have been a little drunk. He tilted his head so he could see from Mark's angle and their heads clunked together.
"Ow! Oh, sorry." He rubbed his head, and chuckled, turning a little to make sure his friend was okay. "You have paint on your nose."
"Oh my god, really?" Mark said, and started rubbing the end of his nose vigorously, trying to get it off... and then remember that it wasn't actually there! It was just Lucas fingertip-paint. (Mark was possible a little bit drunk too. Pleasantly buzzed, Eddie would say!) Mark laughed. "Oh! Right! Not actually paint yet!"
He patted the side of his lightly. "Yep, I'm good." He reached over and patted the side of Lucas' head lightly. "Yep, you're good too!" He let his hand drop to his lap, and leaned his head back against the couch, though he was still looking at Lucas. "You're good, right?"
Lucas was still staring at the ceiling. He nodded slowly. "Yes." He let his head droop to the side, putting him at eye level with Mark. "I am good. I'm very good."
They just sort of looked at each other for a few moments. "You know, you have very nice eyes," Lucas said, in a very casual way. As if he were commenting on the weather, or new decorations. But then again, that was Lucas. "They're like, kind of grey, and kind of green, and a little bit blue. I bet they change with what you're wearing. Do they change depending on the color of your shirt?"
Mark looked down at his shirt. Then looked back up at Lucas. Then looked back down at his shirt. "I like orange shirts!" Mark said, laughing.
He was currently wearing a blue one, though. All his orange ones were dirty.
"I don't know, do my eyes look different in an orange shirt?" If he had his orange shirt with him, he would've changed shirts just to check! "But you can't tell that!"
Mark pulled Lucas' arm up a bit, and rested his head on Lucas' arm, against the black material of his long sleeve shirt. He looked back into the other man's eyes. "Do they look different against black?"
Lucas was staring very intently.
"Yes," he said very softly. And the change was there, though it was very subtle. They were rather close by now. Which may have explained Lucas' actions, though he could be in close proximity to other people and not do what he was about to do. Maybe it was the way Mark was touching his arm, or looking in his eyes. Whatever the reason, he still was about to do it.
Lucas leaned in and very lightly pressed his lips against Mark's.
Mark liked lips. He liked kissing. It didn't happen very often, but when it did, he liked it a lot. And so it seemed the right natural reaction to kiss Lucas back, just a little bit.
... Lucas!
And it hit him. He made a surprised noise and moved back. He was kissing and he liked kissing and this was Lucas and he liked Lucas but he didn't know if he was supposed to like kissing and Lucas at the same time.
It was an automatic reaction to smile, but he also stood up. "I should go home and try on an orange shirt," he babbled nervously. "I need to see how it changes my eyes. Because it probably does!"
And he needed a joint. Mark really reeeeally needed a joint right now.
Mark moved quickly, a bundle of energy. He grabbed his jacket and put it on. "Thanks so much," he said, sincerely. "I had fun but I need to go home now and maybe do laundry because I think my orange shirts are dirty. Okay, goodbye now, Lucas."
Lucas just stared as Mark stumbled his way out of the apartment. That was not the normal reaction to kissing. Well, unless it was bad kissing. But it didn't seem too bad to Lucas. So he just kept staring, looking vaguely confused, but mostly that neutral Lucas look he'd adopted.
"Thanks for coming," he called out just before Mark shut the door.