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[cynthia_arrow]

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.I might ramble at you, storyteller-like, or I might write

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[cynthia_arrow]

I'm imagining them sort of bumming around Ray's house that week between the holidays, playing music and video games and ordering a lot of takeout and eating terrible food (hot pockets, frozen pizza, etc) and not much caring about how they look, just about being together. Bob says he doesn't want to go out for New Years and Ray agrees, but they both sort of secretly want to do something to mark the occasion, even if it's not some cliched bullshit party or dinner or something. But they don't say anything, just keep floating along like they have been--never leaving each other's side, spending whole mornings in bed rolling around naked.

New Years Eve day, Ray's acting all silent and weird, and he's manically cleaning the house, and finally Bob can't take it anymore. He escapes to the back porch and spends like an hour out there smoking and trying to figure out what the fuck's going on in Ray's head. Eventually, he gets in his rental car and goes in search of fireworks, and when he gets back, Ray's all cranky because he didn't tell him he was leaving and Ray's freshly showered and in clean, not wallowed in clothes and he's made dinner. But Bob doesn't know this yet, just knows Ray's cranky, which makes him cranky, too.

After a terse non-discussion, they go inside and finally Ray tells him he's nervous about all this, but he'd be less nervous if they put a label on it instead of just hanging out like always, only there's fucking now. Bob thinks they're both morons because, obviously, boyfriends, Toro, and he bought fireworks because he never has for new years and he thought it could be something they did, from now on. A better tradition than getting wasted on egg nog and feeling like shit for two days after.

So they sit out on the porch and eat Ray's homecooked dinner (out of tupperware, re-heated) and watch the sun go down and then shoot of lots of fireworks, and that's the only sound, the sparkles and booms, because they're not talking. They just don't sometimes, but it's a good not talking. The sky is clear and the air bites and everything seems new and perfect.

[crowgirl13]

*claps*

Yup, that's exactly right. Boys being domestic and non-communicative as only boys can be. \o/Ray freaks out and cleans! Bob freaks out and smokes! *gleeface* I'm particularly fond of this: Bob thinks they're both morons because, obviously, boyfriends, Toro Hehehe. It's pretty easy to see Bob's expression there. :) Fireworks are a great tradition too.

This extension of the holidays makes me terribly happy. Thank you!